PART 34

Where does identity lie? Or… what makes you who you are? Or… without our memory; we have no past. Without our past we are constantly a new person. This idea of my brain containing information that defines who I am is verging on the comedic/tragic this morning. Who can trust their own brains? It’s atoms that make flesh that run off of electricity and happenstance. No one has any clue what sparks it or keeps it going at all. It’s a goddamn mystery of the universe sitting inside our skulls. Think about that. Think about your brain in a literal sense right now. Touch your face. Feel your bone structure. Rub the top of your head. It’s in there. Sitting there like a Buddha statue. Floating in the perfect amount of fluid and working its wonders without your permission. Shake your head. It’s in there with its 3rd eye and pale complexion. THERE IS A BRAIN IN YOUR HEAD MAKING YOU AWARE AND ALIVE RIGHT NOW. And one vein can misfire and you go insane. One section of tissue gets lazy and you become a completely different person. It’s unfair in an unfair universe. People pray for their minds to be strong. Nations wish at night to their ceilings that everything goes well. Agnostics hope. Atheists feel completely alone while marveling at the odds against them. It’s frustrating. Who gets a say? No one. No one gets a say. We wait. We wait. We wait. We wait. We wait. And after we realize our waiting is in vain. We wait some more.