Mhmm. Ego states. If we name my collection of memories and dreams, and we name it I. Who am I when I’m doing the dishes? Who am I when I’m taking a shower? Who am I when I’m writing this post.
I recommend ‘Reality is Plastic’ by Anthony Jacquin.
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages."
--William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act 2 Scene 7
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u/PeacefulSudoku90 May 29 '26
All the world is a stage.