REFLECTING ON MY BIRTHDAY:

Except for the ponderance of expectations I am the same today as I was the day I was born - no younger nor older. 

When eventually I am laid out, they come view "my body". But, where is the "my" (the "his" of his body)? 

For everyone, when I am not in view I am only a memory and only when I am being remembered as it will be when my body is gone; and when there is no more recall it will be as it was before I was born.

Like the data a computer , "I" live in memory.

Therefore, thank you all for keeping "me" alive. ~KA #sophic
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