The wall of this thread that winds through eternity is paper thin. I think I hear someone taking a psst. If he stands before a mirror he might be me whispering to himself as if I were he.
Clearly the law of identity, A equals A, stands in need of revision!
A does not equal A unless the A's agree to be each other as well as themselves. ("That's the difference," Lennie might say, "between playing together and banding together. Cats who can be themselves with each other play together. But cats who are willing to risk themselves by being each other band together."
A=A. One A calls across Equality River to another, "If I'm me and I'm you, who exactly am I talking to?"
("Shit, man, if the law of identity goes, we all might as well be Rosa Luxemburg!")
("No, man, Rosa is not a singer although she did have a great voice.")
"Psst", by the way, derives from the Greek "epos" which means "word" as in "May I have a word with you?" Epos, contracted to psst, is what the prostitutes in ancient Athens, both male and female, mostly slave labor, whisper to attract the attention of passers-by. So when you whisper psst, know that you're leaning against a wall tired as hell, hoping indifferently for a firing squad or a customer whichever comes first.
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