"I'm Not Convinced We Know Anything"

Who Am I

Am billions of cells arranged together by chance,
A multicellular organism like any other,
A product of evolution and nothing further,

Maybe a carefully crafted art piece by Father
A unique design in his spiritual image
Blessed, granted life, and a higher purpose

Perhaps just an expendable piece of several billions
Packed in a world with infinite copies
Each copy with a copy of me

Or am a variation of you in a different skin
Connected to you, part of whole
Might say I am you
Might ask who are you?

 Who Am I