Traitorfish
The Tighnahulish Kid
Possibly we are blundering because the body itself is blundering? Its form always uncertain, always contingent on the as-yet uncertain ability to uphold a certain mode of activity from one moment to the next. I mean, we can go about our business fairly sure that our liver isn't going to come exploding out of our chests so we can pretty safely forget about it, but a car requires us to continuously reach out into the world, and our control over it may break apart at any moment, so we don't feel comfortable accepting it so unconditionally as part of our body. (Perhaps this uncertainty is only introduced when we reflect on it, but given that reflecting on the reflection demands the initial reflection, that's probably not something we can escape.)