Been thinking today about self, and how you can't really partition that idea off to itself.

I'm familiar with the saying "You are what you eat." Very accurate, though I feel incomplete. You are where you are. We are our context. Not just what we eat, but what we drink, breathe, touch, see and hear.

Our bodies only carry the same cells for a limited time. Cells have life cycles, and without any scientific citations, I think the oldest cells in your body die after approximately seven years.

So what are you?

Immortality is boring.

Gods have entitlement issues. My soul is mine, and I'm taking it with me, even if I have to line my coffin with it. Nestle into nothingness.