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And there man lay, but not in one I tell you! But of many, many, and many more. For what is man when only one to comprehend. But what is man for many to comprehend. Which do we hold true to ourselves, for what makes us if that us is just another. How are we who we are, if we cannot comprehend which are we are. We are but a fraction of who we are, and nothing more.
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Highly abstract philosophical inquiry into identity and consciousness multiplicity
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