Never born, never died

As the dweller is not the dwelling, the soul is not the body. One is time-bound and limited; the other is timeless and free.

Death benefits

We are renewed (made new again) through death. This is as true for civilizations as it is for individuals. Reform, modification, more exercise, a better diet, good intentions and cosmetic procedures cannot make us new again. Were it not for death, we’d be zombies sleepwalking through an endless senility.   

As old as God

Are we not alternately fascinated with, resigned to, fixated on and horrified by the process of aging? The reason for all of this turbulence is that we are in thrall to our bodies, utterly identified with them. But here’s the thing: We are not our bodies. We have bodies but only in the sense that we have cars, houses, clothes or any other material thing. In fact, the materiality of the body is what makes it difficult to change.

My body has an age measured in years. It has logged 68 of these. But the “I” that I am has no age. “I” is as old as God.

Not the body

I’m the same age I always was. So, factually, I’m not the body.