I often think that the person I was years ago is dead. But when I read what I wrote then, it's surprising how identical the "voice" is, how little the feelings

I often think that the person I was years ago is dead. But when I read what I wrote then, it's surprising how identical the "voice" is, how little the feelings changed in so many years. We're the shape, not the matter, even if the shape is built on matter. Memories are part of the shape, but you can lose memories, same as you can lose an arm and it's still you, for the most part.