The Memory Card Theory: Why Your Body is Just a Device and 'You' are the Software

You are not actually "Maria."

This name is merely a historical accident—a word acquired due to the time and place of its origin.

If you were born in America today, would you have this name?

The name would change, the language would change, the culture would change—but would you change?

In fact, you are nobody—you are all you.

You are not a label, an identity card.

You are a soul, a consciousness, using only a body to express yourself.

This body is constantly changing.

The skin today is not the same as it was ten years ago.

Hair will fall out, age will increase, cells will die—all are inevitable.

Yet, in the midst of all this change, is the "I" inside changing?

No.

You remain the same you you were before.

This body is actually a shell.

Like a device—with something inserted inside.

Take, say, a memory card.

You can insert the same memory card into your phone and into your computer.

But the memory card is the same—

Just by changing the device, the manifestation of its power changes.

Your soul or consciousness is just like that.

If this consciousness is given to a cat's body,

It will express itself within the limits of a cat.

And if you give it to a human body, it will think, ask questions, and seek meaning as a human.

Now imagine—

If this consciousness is not only placed in a human body,

but is given to a larger structure—

Suppose, to an entity the size of a solar system.

How much will your power increase then?

Then, perhaps, time and space will no longer be a barrier for you.

And one more thing—

There are millions and billions of solar systems in this vast universe.

You are never alone.

Loneliness is actually an illusion—

Because we imprison ourselves in a tiny cage.

From the solar system to the galaxy,

from the galaxy to the universe—

Standing in this vastness, man thinks he is "someone."

But the truth is—

He is nothing on the one hand, and part of the infinite on the other.

These are my thoughts.

I have not just said them in words—

I want to feel them, I want to understand them,

and I want to put them into words—

so that one night someone will stop and ask themselves:

"Who am I really?"