It’s like your looking at pictures of a kid you vaguely recognize but can even remember them. “Where do I know that kid from??”
It’s like your looking at pictures of a kid you vaguely recognize but can even remember them. “Where do I know that kid from??”
Yes, and that’s why I don’t like looking at old pictures of me. I feel like old me isn’t the same thing as current me. It also sparks lots of Ship of Theseus type thoughts.
The atoms and cells the old me was built out of are mostly gone now. The emergent properties of that collection of brain cells is also different. Thoughts, beliefs, emotions, habits and attitudes have changed. The old me and new me are different parts of the same continuum. If we lived in the same time, everyone would consider us two different people.