Wherein Prometheus 6 explains just how weird he really is
From the comments:
ultimately we want affection for who we are more than we want esteem for what we think.
I have a hard time sorting "who I am" from "what I think".
Okay, I have this body, right? It determines a LOT…what I see, what I CAN see, what I can do…
Someone's going to say we aren't limited by our body, to which I will reply I have neither thumbs on my feet nor sonar, so there are things that are biologically possible that I can't do because I am not so equipped. No wings…you get the drift. And were I capable of these things, whole worlds of needs and possibilities would exist for me that do not now.
And I have this physical position in space and history that also influences my possibilities in ways beyond my control (though not beyond my influence).
And our personalities are reactions to and choices made from the needs and possibilities that exist for us.
And the knowledge I have comes from the interaction of my personal choices and physical experiences.
And it all feeds back in the most hellishly complex way.
And it's all so…transient…that I have a hard time finding something that I can definitively claim to be.
And I'm not saying that I'm not anything at all. Not quite; I'm not ready to say that much, to take it that far. But I know, categorically, that I'm not anything that can be indicated.
So maybe it's not so much an inability to see the difference between "what I am" and "what I think" as an inability to see the point in such a differentiation.
