I am a mouth as well as all the bones and stuff! I have a consciousness that I call my life. My life is a self made myth. I do have ears that my critics may say are used selectively. I am also spirit and soul according to me. I do not worship any god I can be neurotic without assistance! I am fast reaching another type of conversion to what I know as death or recycling. I assume no consciousness of my myth will remain after this minor inevitable event.I feel mostly happy with my myth, so it's ending is still contributing to my neurosis.I hope to get over it.I am not afraid of death, just afraid of dying. As woody Allen once said, "I'm not afraid of death I just don't want to be there when it happens"