Consider that the more damaged or diseased our brains become, the less we can think, remember or perceive. What then happens when our brains are completely dead? Do we quit thinking altogether? What are the implications for the afterlife? Do we receive new more perfect brains of a sort? How will that affect our personality and sense of identity? Will we truly be “ourselves”. I suppose that is something to ponder with the imperfect brains we currently possess.
If only you could be yourself." they shouted. So, she did. "You are not like me or anyone I have met!" they screamed. So, she blended. "You are so fake." they laughed. So, the caterpillar retreated to her cocoon to find peace alone. One day, they came to find her gone. She left a message, “God knew I was different and gave me these beautiful wings because he meant for me to fly. You see...I wasn’t meant to be like you. I was meant to be me--better.