I feel metaphysical today. I saw something that said our tastebuds are replaced every two weeks. That fact got me thinking about my own body. When I was born, I had this physical body, but everything about that body has been replaced several times during the many decades that I have been alive. Every cell in my body has died off and been replaced by another one. I don’t have the same brain, skeleton, organs, or anything else. I am literally not the same person. Yet, somehow I feel like I am the same person.
Those people who want to reduce who I am to a bunch of chemical reactions in the brain really can’t explain to me what exists about me even though my physical body isn’t the same. There’s something about me that exists beyond the physical body. The scary part is that I can tell my metaphysical thoughts further. If that something that exist beyond my physical body is my consciousness, then it’s not the same either. I am constantly growing and changing as a person. I am not the same person I was as a child or a teenager. I’m not even the same person I was ten years ago.
We all want to cling to this thought that there’s some type of eternal life after death, but I am beginning to see that it is a beautiful paradox. We are all eternal because we are constantly changing and therefore never eternal. In other words, I will always be because I will always be changing into a different form, constantly growing and morphing never ending. It reminds me of Sisyphus rolling that boulder up the hill and it always rolling back down. He will always be there, but that’s the beauty of his story and the meaning of his existence. I will always be something somewhere in God’s plan and that’s all I need to know. It’s all one great paradox where all dualities transcend each other and coexist. Maybe one day, we can all understand.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
