Who are you? Who? Who? I really wanna know....
Who are any of us? There's ever a plethora of identifiers that signify us from other people, whether a thread of embarassing truth in a dossier, or from skewed perspectives of those people in our sight line. We strive to be seen for who were are, but this is not intended to be a still body of water. The ebb and flow of our own character arc is a palm full enough for us to maintain grip on, much less expect our outer circle to keep tabs upon.
So what do we really know? There's that old time paradox threatening calamitous events should one ever take in their own presence whilst time travelling. But the who we are now is barely the who we were then and both of these folks couldn't hold a candle to who we're going to be. What could be the harm?
Think about it. Are you the same person you were five, ten, or even twenty years ago? Can you be held accountable for the actions, the thoughts, the hopelessness, the naivety of the one who was there instead of the present one who can now look back and say, if I had it to do all over again, dot-dot-dot?
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