While out walking I looked ahead and saw my shadow and thought of this quote: "We are but dust and shadow” by Horace, The Odes of Horace.
Walking is a good time to ponder, so I suppose it is no surprise that some thoughts occurred to me.
My first thought was, that I may have evolved in my appearance. In years past I seldom wore a hat, unless it was early in the morning and I was running.
If I am my shadow, then I am a guy with a hat, sometimes.
I also think that Horace may have it wrong. Rather than just dust and shadow, we likely are spirit, dust and shadow.
All our thoughts, even deep ones like these, reside somewhere, and hopefully will also have a home in our own spirits.