* There's many "me's" in here. I think the majority of the

* 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
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[7]Kenneth Udut [8]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.

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