The actual atoms and molecules that make up my brain and body today are not the same ones that I was born with on September 8, 1954, a half-century ago this month.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Elements and birthdays have been intertwined for me since boyhood, when I learned about atomic numbers.
I think I was a born scientist.
Each brain is exposed to different circumstances. It's very likely that your brain is unique in the history of the universe.
Science has revealed that the human body is made up of millions and millions of atoms... For example, I am made up of 5.8x10 27 atoms.
I was born full grown in the middle of a hurricane and an earthquake on 10 September 1954, 12.52 P.M. When I found out that I had missed lunch, I gave such a shout that the Earth stopped and spun backwards two days. That's why I celebrate my birthday on 8 September.
For some reason, 1968 is a touchstone year for me. I think it was the first year I felt fully conscious.
I was born in my parents' bedroom on January 16. The World Almanac says it was 1909. I say it was 1912. But what difference does it make as long as I feel 33?
I was born on January 8, 1942, exactly three hundred years after the death of Galileo. I estimate, however, that about two hundred thousand other babies were also born that day. I don't know whether any of them was later interested in astronomy.
I'm pretty convinced there's a chemical reality to who I am, regarding my brain, that makes me kind of a strange guy.
I was born in 1949 - which seems like a long time ago... Actually, it is a long time ago, when I think about it.