Before I was born, all of the atoms which made up my body at birth already existed, as did all the ones which make me up now. They're not the same atoms now as then. Apart from neurons, all of the cells in my body have been replaced several times over my life. All of these atoms will still exist after I die.
So what am I?
A pattern. Information.
I must be the blueprint of the pattern which those atoms/cells form themselves into.
Need information ever be destroyed? Maybe not even in black holes.
And Information Theory as a theory of Universe...
The information describing a system is proportional to it's surface area, not it's volume.
I lose a dimension and surf across spacetime?
.......being the inane grumblings of a decrepit old punk rocker... whining about life with chronic fatigue, music I'm listening to, books I'm reading and random thoughts about how shit the government are.......
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