One Apple A Day #332
A few days ago, while I was walking in the woods and I was discussing with a fellow pilgrim about the fascinating cycle of life and death, I had a small epiphany.
If all that we are is inscribed in our DNA, then the DNA is the carrier of our human consciousness. My DNA comes from my parents, and from all the beings who came before them. I am the living carrier of all my ancestors’ consciousness
I’m not a DNA expert. To be honest, I don’t know much but what I learned at school ages ago. I always thought that my DNA defines my physical form and not who I am. It carries the information needed by the cells in my body to create the shape that brings me around. But my body is not just a container. It’s me.
My brain with all its neurons and synapsis is part of my body. All my thoughts, emotions and feelings are born there. My consciousness is inside me.
I also remember, from my school period, that DNA is fixed. We are all born with a specific DNA, and that’s it. But is it true?
Latest studies about epigenetic have shown that the environment and our behaviours can affect our DNA, not how it is but how the information it carries is used. Who knows, maybe one day we will discover that we also leave small changes in our DNA.
Anyway, this is just me sharing some confused thoughts early in the morning for my daily writing exercises. What is significant about all this post, is that I carry the DNA of my ancestors in mine. And I am proud of this heritage.