Heredity Comments

Wonderful poem for humanists, pointing out that the nearest we have to immortality is our physical presence: our body, our intelligence, and aspects of our behaviour, all of which are inherited through our children, and which therefore live on in them. The irony here is that the part of us that does not survive our own death includes our personal memories which make up our sense of self, and which we fondly think of as part of our our soul.

Transcendental philosophy on ever eternal soul's never ending journey .