Today, on the Ides of March, NPR ran a piece about Julius Caesar's last breath. Apparently, this is a well-known story problem among math and science geeks, which I most assuredly am not.
In a nutshell, the idea is that, on the average, every breath you take contains one molecule that was in Caesar's last breath, the one with which he uttered "Et tu, Brute."
Of course, the same would apply to anyone who has been dead long enough for their breath molecules to be evenly dispersed around the world. So with every breath, you may be getting a little Einstein... a little Mozart... a little Benjamin Franklin... a little Buddha... a little Harpo Marx... a little Emily Dickinson...
I like that thought.
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