The second half of chapter thirteen contains an argument that runs somewhere unexpected.
The reason I have great trouble, it says, is that I have a body; if I had no body, what trouble would I have? That looks like the opening of a familiar move in which the body is the source of suffering and the goal is to be free of it, and a good deal of Indian and later Chinese religious literature does make exactly that move.
This chapter does not. The conclusion drawn is that the world may be entrusted to a person who values the world as they value their own body, and cared for by one who loves the world as they love their own body. Having a body turns out to be the qualification rather than the affliction.
The logic is that vulnerability is what makes care intelligible. A ruler who can be hurt understands what hurting means, and a ruler with nothing at stake is the wrong person to hand a state to. The book's whole political posture depends on this: the sage of chapter seven who puts himself last is preserved, not dissolved, and the low ground of chapter eight is a position occupied by somebody.
It is worth registering how much this rules out. There is no doctrine of liberation from embodiment anywhere in the book, no soul separable from a life, and nothing that could be described as salvation.