Often I think of myself as an individual
. A body
separate from the rest of the world
. But, for ages, a single questions has bothered me: Where do I end
and the rest of the universe
start. All of the time I’m shedding bits of skin and hairs. Once they fall are they still a part of me
? And when I eat and drink and breathe I take bits of the universe in. I make it a part of myself
. When is a breath of air really a part of me?
It’s likely that bits of me once were a part of other living creatures
. I was once a part of my mother and before that I was even a tiny part of my father. When was there the critical mass
required to make me distinct
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not, in fact distinct at all. I only believe myself to be. I am a part of the universe in the same way that my hand is a part of me. Individuality is nothing more than a sensation
that assists me in living.