Flesh against the Wall?

Resistance of the flesh originates in the flesh of the world whereof one's flesh is just a part.
Flesh has created a mind that completely dismisses it. Entertainment industry, post-capitalist dream of liberty, and fake ideals of life obscure the true context of living of a singular human being. We may be "free" ideally but not in flesh. We are entirely rooted in the world that also reigns the singular flesh of everyone. We may imagine that the everyday resistance - lack of skills, sickness, weakness, vulnerability, stupidity, other people, etc. - can be conquered by the will power, mass power, or even technology. But quite certainly the resistance of the flesh conquers.

How many times a singular human being must collide against the brick before s/he begins to think that flesh is meaningful, actually the only thing actual?
It seems that the mind is too slow to react to the immediacy of flesh. Therefore the message always comes with freight train... Many of us live the life of someone but not one's own since that life already went ahead...

We may talk about the unity of human being. Conceptually such a talk may even qualify... But really! The tempo of the world is unknown to any singular mind and therefore the unity seems impossible. The immediately given in a person's life is beyond understanding and thus like an alien agent: how do I catch my life?!
It is already gone when I began to comprehend it!
The message the world gave me via flesh has dissipated and I have no access to the message any more.
There is no archive of the world for me.

To be able to read the symptoms: heading against the wall, again and again? Is the resistance of the flesh readable? Is there a "philosophy" of the flesh that could undo the numbing the mind always creates against it? Like so many people say, now and then, why bother, the only necessary event for us is the death. But we bother and the resistance is important.

I would like to ask, how to synchronize the tempo of the mind and the pace of the world in a manner that gives more space to flesh in a singular mind, namely mine.

JV