if half the cells inside of you are not you, doesn't that challenge the whole notion of me as a singular pronoun, let alone as the author of my fate?

Who am I to say that these things might nit be forever? Who is Peter Van Houten to assert as fact the conjecture that our labor is temporary?

There is no shortage of fault to be found amidst our stars.

There is not shortage of fault to be found amidst our stars.

Did I help you toward a fate you didn't want, Alaska, or did I just assist in your willful self-destruction?