Nine Feet Underground

The idea for this post began from a strange feeling I had one morning in the past week. How do I know I am me? What makes me, me? Is 'me' the physical body that is typing this or is 'me' the thing (mind?) thinking these thoughts that is directing my physical body to interact with the keyboard and type? Or maybe I am the combination of the two aspects? It also depends on whether the mind is purely physical (chemical reactions) or something more, something unknown and undefined. Is 'my' existence inevitable or purely random?  Was the egg that, once fertilised, grew to be me, only ever going to be me, if fertilised? I was one egg out of millions, combined with one sperm out of millions.  Are all eggs identical until fertilised by one unique sperm? I have sisters, and so were their eggs predestined to be them and not me. Is the DNA of all eggs from the same mother identical? Can any one egg can become any particular offspring if combined with the right sperm? For id...

There's stuff I want to blog about but I think it's too detailed/personal to be open for public access. Consequently, I'm investigating private blogs which have controlled access, which can be limited to people I/we invite.  Something that meets the need might not exist, but it's worth a look.  Ideally I'd like it to be hosted outside the USA.  It might only be in existence for six months to a year or two, until it's served its purpose. How to make the most of life on a day-to-day basis when you have commitments and demands that need to be taken care of? Jetting off to a Pacific or a Caribbean island is not an option, even assuming the USA hasn't decided to invade it. I need to dedicate some time to thinking this through over the next few days.  A couple of dates need to be finalised, but once that's done we can enact whatever we have planned. A completely left-field musical discovery from last year is Lost Crowns.  They are quite clearly from the Cardia...