I appreciate those who can beautifully put to words, a 'more than words' expression.

"They sought salvation not in fact, but in feeling, in experience. Man is matter. That is fact. He is a collection of minerals. That is fact. Reduced to his elements though, the life went out of him. His calcium did not cry; his zinc did not love; his iron did not appreciate a good joke. Apart, something was missing, that spark of life, the electricity of the actual world, foreboding, non-sensical, haunting. Before and after the body, only ripeness, what some call spirit, the great mystery, remains alive in the grass, moving with the wind, swimming in all moving water."

I heard the other day that our human cells, the cells that comprise "us" (eyes, heart, hands, etc) are all replaced every 7 years. I also heard someone follow up with, "then, what makes us who we really are?"

it's quite beautiful when you think about it.