Introduction part2

Recent studies at the Oak Ridge Atomic Research Center have revealed that about 98 percent of all the atoms in a human body are replaced every year. You get a new suit of skin every month and a new liver every six weeks. The lining of your stomach lasts only five days before it’s replaced. Even your bones are not the solid, stable, concrete-like things you might have thought them to be: They are undergoing constant change. The bones you have today are different from the bones you had a year ago. Experts in this area of research have concluded that there is a complete, 100 percent turnover of atoms in the body at least every five years. In other words, not one single atom present in your body today was there five years ago.*
Science of Identity Foundation – Jagad Guru Speaks
* Taken from Guy Murchie, The Seven Mysteries of Life (Boston: Houghton-Mifflin, 1978), pp. 321-22.
TEACHER's place was about a half mile away from the other side of town, on the edge of the rich farmland that supported the small rural community Michael lived in. Twelve or thirteen miles beyond TEACHER's house was "the city" where Michael attended college. Later in the day it would be visible, but at present the plain was covered with an almost fog-like haze.

After breakfast, Michael set out for TEACHER's place on foot. Half an hour later he was at the top of the drive which gently dropped away from the road and led down to the old farmhouse and small cluster of out-buildings where TEACHER and a handful of his students stayed. By now it was mid-morning and Michael could see a couple of people working in the garden to the side of the main house. He hesitated for a moment at the top of the drive. He had come here before at the invitation of some of his friends, but never on his own volition. Would TEACHER and the others remember him?

One of the figures in the garden saw Michael standing at the top of the drive. He took off his hat and waved a warm welcome. Michael, his uneasiness vanquished, waved back and walked down the drive. Heading for the garden, he rounded the corner of the main house, and to his surprise saw TEACHER and several others sitting on the veranda.

TEACHER greeted him warmly, and one of the others offered him a “seat” on the floor of the veranda.

“Your face is familiar, but I don’t remember your name,” TEACHER said.

“My name is Michael. I came to see you several months ago with a couple of friends. You had a public program here at that time.”

“Oh yes, I remember the occasion. Your friends have been back here since then, and now you’ve also come!”