Each day hundreds of cells die
And hundreds resurrect - those who
Compose my body, my self.
Thus, I change each moment, bit by bit
Without realisation - a continuous transformation.
Each cell that composes my body
-Living and Dying-
Is as much as heir of my existence
As any other.
A collection of all cells
Makes what I 'am'.
The thought that holds onto a desire of immortality-
Amidst a continuous flux of birth and death
Is perhaps what 'I' am.
I have always been fascinated by the unreal, the surreal and the imaginative. I have found metaphysics attractive: loved a poem of John Donne (Ask Not for whom the bell tolls). For me, engagement with metaphysics is a means to self-inquiry: the real question of identity. Not mere physical identity, but a meaningful conception of one's own self, a sum total.
It is insightful for me to note, that amidst so many changes, something deep down, remains constant, a sort of witness to all the changes occurring, but not being a party to the same!
