A meditation on what this thing called the self is. What's on the inside. And who goes there, as Hamlet wondered. Who is it on the inside, if it's not me. and who is it that calls me out, when I want to go out and hug some person plant or other sentient being. I never have answers. I just keep wondering. 

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