The thing I have never gotten my wits around is the tendency in normal speech to refer to one's remains as "I". It's kinda funny. You usually wouldn't think of discarded socks as "me", or be much concerned about the part of you that still occupied that long-since-junked 1969 VW Van. But we get so used to wearing these shells around, we call them ourselves, even after we've moved out!!

Dunno why these hamburgers we use as credit cards are so darn habituating, but i am sure it is symptomatic of some kinda problem! :>)

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