We all are unique organisms, each with our own distinct characteristics and experiences. This is a common sentiment, often dismissed as a cliche, but it remains undeniably true.
Anatomy is universal. We have the same cells, bones, and organs. We all are constructed somewhat similarly. Nevertheless, our bodies, thoughts, and emotions are unique. How much soul is there in one’s body? This question has intrigued philosophers and scientists for centuries yet remains a mystery. Microbiologists scoured the most minor parts of human bodies. Did they find something like a soul, imagination, or memories? I can clearly imagine they found only emotionless pieces of meat. There is no physical evidence that the soul exists. Whatever births our dreams, desires, fantasies, hopes, fears, and beliefs lie deep inside our cells and are connected with our chemical and electric reactions and relations.
The more we see in microscopes on a micro-scale and in space telescopes on a macro-scale (e.g., thanks to the James Webb Space Telescope), the more riddles are being solved.
Still, hundreds of new questions, doubts, and inquiries appear with each solved puzzle. We do not have to seek questions and answers in the deep space. Each of us is a divine mystery. We all are similar.
Still, on the other hand, simultaneously, we all are unique organisms. Am I denying myself? Perhaps, I do. I think I have done it many times. Does it mean I am inconsistent? Maybe I am. The older I am, the more I see it is almost impossible to stick to one idea for my whole life. I do not say it is impossible. It is possible, but as far as I see, not many people with not too many ideas manage to stick for their whole life. Our minds fluctuate, and their points of view and opinions change.
Each of us may seem inconsistent.
After all, although we are unique organisms, we still are pretty much the same. Why do I think it? It is because I read almost all of Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s books (it happened in 2013). I remember that after reading them, one of my thoughts was that even though the Russian writer described people who lived in the XIX century, our human psyche and psychology, our shared understanding of the world, did not change that much till modern times.
