I love this!
And not just because I am in love with the author.
Although that, too.
Oh, just read it!
I am this body, which is the expression of certain genes in a particular environment, and this mind, which is the product of those and of all the other minds I’ve encountered. I am this life, which is discrete and individual, but it’s also the same life as that which first sparked billions of years ago. I didn’t spring from dead matter, after all, but from the living cells of my parents. As they did from theirs, and so on back to the first life.
My life is mine, but it is also Life.
My mind is mine, as well, unique. But It is made, in part, from the ideas and thoughts and words of others. Copies of them, coded on the patterns of neural firing, chemical lightning. I am a continuation of those thoughts, those thinkers, those lives.
Similarly, my words and ideas touch other minds. Part of me…
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