When I go out into nature and notice the life around me, I see trees, blades of grass, animals, insects, other humans, friends, and sometimes I remember the innumerable creatures living in the topsoil and in my gut.
We know all of the diverse life on earth has DNA as its sole architect and builder. We humans are all cousins and are related to everything living on and in the earth, and in a sense, the earth is our mother and the universe our father. We all belong and are not separate. We are bound with unbreakable ties to each other and to all existence.
My body’s source is recorded in my DNA. But…what about me, the identity, the one responding to the name Marvin? What’s my source? The human animal? Who or what else could have created me? Where do I exist? Am I a very useful electrical pattern in my body’s brain and don’t actually exist as something physical?
If so, does this mean I will not be punished after my body’s death for my misdeeds during life because I will cease to exist without my innocent body’s support? Is there no magical judge in the sky or are there thousands?