Confusing as fuck is what it would be. What if my mum and the friend I hung out with for four months on student exchange and my favourite primary school teacher all meet me at the same time? They don’t know of each other’s existence and they know wildly different me’s. Which me would I be? Do I notice myself oscillating between personalities and bodies?
Wouldn’t you agree they already know “2 different versions” of you already? Your mum would know you a lot better of course, and probably view you as more highly regarded. Same you, just different perspectives. And hey, in the afterlife, it could be totally different physics and understandings. Who knows.
Confusing as fuck is what it would be. What if my mum and the friend I hung out with for four months on student exchange and my favourite primary school teacher all meet me at the same time? They don’t know of each other’s existence and they know wildly different me’s. Which me would I be? Do I notice myself oscillating between personalities and bodies?
Wouldn’t you agree they already know “2 different versions” of you already? Your mum would know you a lot better of course, and probably view you as more highly regarded. Same you, just different perspectives. And hey, in the afterlife, it could be totally different physics and understandings. Who knows.