There’s many “me’s” in here. I think the majority of the Me’s are like actors who are roleplaying. There are the me’s that are of different ages; the 11 year old me gets a lot of attention because he asked a lot of difficult questions that I’m still trying to answer. There’s older me’s as well.
There’s even the me’s that I haven’t seen yet. There is the 84 year old me (whom I hope to become) looking back and asking, “So, you know what to do next, right? It’s here in the book I wrote.”
There’s the me’s that never were; the me that didn’t make it at all. I don’t know where he is. He’s the me where medical technology failed him and did not survive being born. Or he perished in the incubator.
The blind me is a strong one; it’s the one where the oxygen was turned up too high and I became a blind pianist and a ward of the state.
And yes, they all are both honest and lie, just as I do. The Boy Scout Ken who wanted me to have complete honesty and integrity – I have to explain a lot of things to him. But he is also a liar. Even when he preaches to me the ideals of truth and integrity, I remind him of the time he took food out of the refrigerator that wasn’t his. He blames a little stick figure demon that encouraged him. I raise my eyebrow at him and then he apologizes to me and to the little stick figure demon alike.
I made a strong dividing line at 7 year old me because it’s hard to go reasonably further back than that, from this perspective. I *can*, but until that 7 yr old understand everything properly – and he’s almost there – I can’t really go further back in time to fix the little ones. He has to keep protecting them.
The older me’s have been getting their answers from the younger me’s as well. It’s an up to down, down to up upgrade process. I am my own http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ship_of_Theseus
Kenneth Udut Gary Wayne Agreed If I had to summarize life as a human: We need food and drink. Protection against the outer weather. Protection against inner weather (body processes, physical, mental, wherever). Protection against social weather. The rest? Play. We just forget we’re playing and take it seriously. Serious play becomes all branches of human thought, philosophy, economics, mathematics, science, religion, and recreation, and building things and dreaming of the future and planning and making more people and then at some point, there’s a change where we no longer need food and drink and don’t seem to move anymore. What happens there? I dunno. It could be like the focal point of a lens, a personal singularity that we can only experience and our predictions can go in all sorts of interesting places. Some believe that information is never destroyed. Some believe it stops cold and lots of variations inbetween and entirely different.