Jad Abumrad

Feces and urine and other unappetizing substances.

According to Andre.

Sounds tasty.

Never mind that.

The metaphor is like inspiring at some level, right?

Because you think, oh, I've got all, I'm going to just become more, a more perfect version of myself, right?

But then the converse side of that is you cut open a chrysalis and it looks like a whole bunch of goo and you think...

That is a hell of a lot of change.

So the thing is, is that this transformation, either of the butterfly or of my soul, seems so dramatic, so miraculous, that it made some people think, like, geez, if you're going to go to heaven and in the process transform that much, is it even you up there?

It still has to be you that makes it to heaven.

You can't change too much.

Otherwise, like someone else will be up there enjoying your afterlife.

So certain memories and elements of your identity have to continue, just not all the elements.

Yeah, I'm so intrigued by that because I also think like what, like what, when you undergo such a transformation, what do they think carries through?

That's a really interesting question.

Cleaning out the poop and throwing away the moldy leaves, you have a lot of time to think.

Which brings us to Martha Weiss.

She got to thinking about this question in more concrete terms.

Okay, so... She did an experiment.

Is that just like a zap?