Well folks, I'm running late this morning. If I had been a good boy, I would have prepared a post last night. But since the couch attacked me and held me down while the television tickled me, I've got nothing. Except a random thought:
The body I inhabit will one day turn to dirt, and perhaps foster the growth of other living things. In a way, it won't die. The conscious part of "me" doesn't really exist, so it doesn't really die anyway.
If there is more to me than mind and body, then it stands to reason that that part chose this life. This possibility makes me pay attention more.