Think of the earliest memory you have. For me, it’s looking at the sea through a glass door at about the age of two years old. Memory is a notoriously unreliable thing, increasingly prone to embellishment and confabulation with every replay. But with a bit of luck you’re now seeing a little snippet of the world as seen from the eyeline of a child.
Now: what makes you the same person as that child? What connects you, as you are now, with the little person who is the implied subject of the ...
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