Why are people so simple-minded on this subject? Flesh isn't the Devil. Flesh isn't anything of any importance. It is nothing more than a base upon which the pattern that defines us is written. It is gathered from the dust of the earth by this pattern, and when this pattern is disrupted, it returns to the dust. But it was never anything but dust the whole time. The pattern that gave the dust form also gave it the illusion of something more. We are not the dust. We have nothing to do with the dust, other than the necessity to use it as a vehicle while we are incarnated in this physical realm. If we want to play in the garden of matter, we must put on "skins" of matter to do it. We are not and never were the matter itself. The matter is a sheet of paper upon which we write our lives, nothing more.