Your best yet, lovely, orgasmic.

A long time ago I made a poem about this subject. In it I asked the reader to imagine deviding me up into the tiniest particles and then determine which one of those particles is "me". If you consider all cells are also replaces in the course of 7 years, then you realize we are not truly who we seem to be, in fact what we see is a mirage, a clever trick of the mind.

Nice to meet someone who is not shallow as well:)

Well done on the poem, I liked it

5/5 Ingrid

I've been doing a lot of thinking about these subject lately. I like that you raise the earnest questions, but you're not afraid to leave us with some ineffable answers.

These questions have long been raised and the answers are still undefined. Talk about a sentimental journey, Nicko. Took me to one. Awesome to the fifth level.