“If you can’t take a little bloody nose, maybe you ought to go back home and crawl under your bed. It’s not safe out here. It’s wondrous with treasures to satiate desires both subtle and gross. But it’s not for the timid.” – Q, Star Trek TNG
Who am I?
Am I a body which is believed to have a soul?
I came into existence the moment this body was conceived. It verifies my being, validates my life. It has a brain that makes sense of the gibberish that is thrown at it, finds a purpose and leads me the way I am supposed to be led. My body also has a heart. It feels, it loves and makes me desire everything more and more. An organ called soul is yet to be found.
Then, there is the point when my body exists but my brain and heart stop functioning. I sometimes wonder if I am a body, how can I experience things that are way beyond its extremities. If I am a body, I shouldn’t be dead before my body is incinerated on the funeral pyre.