I believe we are more than our bodies. It's not just a thought, it is my experience. I don't think I'm the only one. Of course, it's the standard dichotomy, body and spirit. Then again, some wise folk tell us body and spirit are one. So it might be that tricky math where one + one = one. Or something like that.
And that one is either one or none, or all of the above.
We see our bodies, and they show us the record of our days. Not just our days, but also the days and ways of our ancestors. We wear the years we walk the planet, and we wear the years of all those people who came before us. Our genes are the map and their markers are built into our flesh and blood.
Then there's this essence that seems to ride, or reside in the flesh. Sometimes it seems to be in the heart or head of us, sometimes it seems to hover above or around us. We think it floats away when the flesh and blood cease to work.
Our bodies are destined to become broken radios. No transmitting, no receiving. But our essence, the life force, the radio programming, the radio waves, they are still out there, floating in the ether. Or wherever.
It's a strange life. Of the body, of the spirit.