When you throw up, are you expelling part of yourself?  Or are you merely eschewing impersonal contents held in your personal and selfful stomach receptacle?  That is the question that went through my mind around 1:30 a.m. on Thursday, as I dizzily stared at my own contents in question in Tim's parental's foyer bathroom toilet.  Was that a part of myself floating around in there?Where/when does something become a part of you?

Interestingly, a person's self is only a convenient idea.  There is no essence or concrete substance that makes a person that person. Every carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, etc. atom that made up your body a year ago has been replaced by different ones, albeit identical copies. The same with your cells, organs, etc., your whole body.  Thus your year ago body has been dispersed into the universe, with some of it in Thailand, some in space, some in today's Arnold Schwarzeneggar, some of it bottled in new Jack Daniels to be consumed by excessively indulgent drinkers and deposited again into toilets.