Every quark of every atom of every cell in your body had been replaced since the time of your first conscious memory, your first word, your first kiss. In the act of living, you come to dream different dreams, value different values, love different loves. In a sense, you are reborn with each new experience. What, then, made Margaret “the same” person as the girl who long ago had asked into the stormy skies: “How is it that I seem to be this Margaret Fuller? What does it mean?”
