The human as accidental / strange / random / biological. Violently brought into being, and often violently departing. A mess of stuff working hard to keep from being disgusting; a twist of fate and the body becomes a suppurating mess attracting flies.
But it can be a glorious thing, and a vehicle for joy. Mysterious. In my childhood a recurring dream - no, not a dream - before sleep comes lying there - feeling the strangeness of particularly the mouth, the tongue, the face, the fingers - the general weight of flesh, massive, spongy, clumsy.