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I am a completely different person than I was seven years ago. Physically, yes, because my cells have been dying and renewing so much that everything is gone and I am new. Mitosis took care of that in the way that everyone is a new collection of cells every seven years. But we're still the same collection of memories. I am also different mentally. I am not a simple eight year old anymore, but what is a simple eight year old? I want to be a stem cell, blank and waiting for instructions. Either I want to make my own decisions and take control of my own life or I can recognize that I don't know what I'm doing and any control given to me will be lost. I want to stay blank, ready to be programmed and have a job and a purpose. But maybe I don't want to be a cell and I want to be the collection. Maybe I'll find my purpose. Maybe I'll find my job. I want these seven years to pass so I can be this new human. Maybe they will know what to do. Am I the stem cell, hidden in the nasal cavity, or am I the human? Am I really that different from my simple eight year old self? Am I really different at all?
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
Seven Years
I am a completely different person than I was seven years ago. Physically, yes, because my cells have been dying and renewing so much that everything is gone and I am new. Mitosis took care of that in the way that everyone is a new collection of cells every seven years. But we're still the same collection of memories. I am also different mentally. I am not a simple eight year old anymore, but what is a simple eight year old? I want to be a stem cell, blank and waiting for instructions. Either I want to make my own decisions and take control of my own life or I can recognize that I don't know what I'm doing and any control given to me will be lost. I want to stay blank, ready to be programmed and have a job and a purpose. But maybe I don't want to be a cell and I want to be the collection. Maybe I'll find my purpose. Maybe I'll find my job. I want these seven years to pass so I can be this new human. Maybe they will know what to do. Am I the stem cell, hidden in the nasal cavity, or am I the human? Am I really that different from my simple eight year old self? Am I really different at all?
guess who's back back again liza's back tell a friend this was inspired by a conversation i had in biology today
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
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