If I have the chance to occupy one more dimension in
addition to the four time-space dimensions, I would be able to see multiple replicas
of myself doing different things in different times. Each one of these
replications is unique and independent of any other copy. That, certainly, means
I am not the same person one minute ago, much less 20 years ago.
Anyway, don't take my word for it.
Any of the 9000 taste buds any of us have are no older than
10 days. Interesting, huh?
What about the lungs? 2 to 3 weeks old at maximum.
Your skin is two to four weeks old.
While the skeleton lives for about 10 years, the heart can
make it to be 20 years old.
So, in a span of 20 years, many parts of each of us cease to
exist. In the mean time, a whole new us come to living.
Let's stop here and think of what holds the memories, the
brain.
The brain, as well as the eyes, are always as old as we are.
Once they are gone, they are gone.
Since the brain is the container of our memories, it remains
as a sole evidence that parts of us lived in the past. But these parts of us
are not us, at all.
We are not who we were in the past, and our future selves
are going to be totally different persons.
I like to describe it as a moral obligation to our ancestor selves
to keep their words, promises, and dreams living. But it's not anything
further.
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A couple of days ago, I found a really cool website that
makes it possible to send emails to my future self. It sounded like fun at the
beginning, but after a moment it turned really emotional. I felt something for
the future me! I started to think of him as a son. I felt that I care for him,
I love him, and I want to provide for him.
This parental emotion seems instinctive, I really can't help
it.
I just sent him a happy birthday wishes, and I'm sure he
will be excited about it.
Honestly, I know that I might never meet him, but all I want
from him is to not hate me. Is it too much to ask for?