Transplants.
Think of it. One of your major organs upon which you depend for life itself is comprised of another person's DNA. That person of course is dead. You are the caretaker of their kidney, heart, lung (or pair of lungs,) whatever.
You are not just you. You are you and another person's way of sustaining you with one of their organs. You are a pair now, in a way. You are more than just one person. You are mega-you. Cool. Totally.
You are the school and the janitor. You are the meat and the potatos. You are the ball and the game.
You are the dancer and the dance.
You can breathe. Your pulse is palpable and strong. Your kidneys are busy. They like to be busy.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
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