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In A Class of Your Own

I was created in the image of God, I Imago Deo But I am in a class of my own, I am a Mathematical set of one, we all are a token, Socrates or me and yes, you I am a type, which belongs to a class, but still I am in a class of My own, the class Class identity of me I think therefore I Am (it’s not a good Translation from the Latin) Cogito Ergo Sum, even though it begs the question, it is a Cartesian set Je pense, donc je suis In French, cogitatio fit Thinking, occurring Would better describe this mess, but how would one prove somebody’s thinking? Brainwaves? Synapses? So, we are all in a class Of our own (imaged) Philosophically Personal identity Is not an option To a worldview That is consigned to matter And motion, no potion No cerebral bend Or mental gymnastics can Account for abstract Entities, such as Identity over time In a class its own

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