The Ramblings of an Insane Person

After watching the film Frankenstein I came to realize how we truly are made out of many parts. Our bones encased in muscle and fat, our flesh and skin encasing our bodies. We like many animals are gently constructed, we are machines of many complicated pieces that form together to create life. No matter what you believe, one must acknowledge how amazing our bodies are. It is really crazy to think about the layers of your material being, how that even though we are one cohesive person that we are made of many individual pieces. This though helped me connect to other animals, I could feel the bones of a dog the same that I felt my bones through my arm, we are built in the same way. Humans often think they are above other animals, but we really are very similar, even if there are obvious differences in build or genes or intelligence, many animals are the same manner of flesh and bone that we are made of. I am no different from other life, in a broad way of thinking obviously since there are obvious differences but looking deeply I could realize a deeper connection with those around me. We are very different in this world, but in reality, we are the same, my dog has a brain just like I do, and a skull to hold it the same as I. We really are in this world together even if our experiences are worlds apart, we were both created suddenly and without choice, brought into corporeal form and cast onto the earth. How could man ever think themselves superior when we are here the same exact way any other living being is. I feel a sense of wholeness with the revelation that I am not special as a human or as anything, that I am placed here like others even if not in exactly the same circumstances. I really am just a body right now, mortal and fragile to an extent, another animal on the earth. I feel as if I truly really understand my place in the world and how beautiful life is, and I also have come to somewhat accept death to a greater extent. I don't know why it has taken so long for me to discover what many likely already know, but I expect that it won't matter as life will wash away these thoughts and anything that might come from them. It feels like it should be truly important, but the thoughts of a single person like me will not change anyone's life, not even my own. Any other conclusion I may derive from my new sense of mortality will become obsolete as I probably get preoccupied with homework or something. But I really feel at peace for once, it's like everything matters a little less but because of that everything matters so much more. I get to be alive and breathe in air, I have a body and can experience, I have life. I get to just be, which is the greatest thing I could think of.