Me

Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray, a drop of golden sun

Me, a name I call the rational, conscious part of my brain. Freud called this the ego, or self. So what are the parts of me that aren't me? Do my subconscious thoughts share my existance, or just interact with it? Can I (being »me«) assume responsibility for the uncontrolled actions of my id and superego? And if this is »me«, then who the hell are »you«?

Tell me the truth about me and you!!

'Me! I stay here of course. I always do.'

I finally found that the force at the center of the universe is not me.

I am, therefore I am. Me Myself and I.

It is funny but over my life of 63 years (so far!) I have always been the same me. I recognise some changes in my decision making abiliites, and my hopes and desires, but I am still the same me I remember about 58 years ago. (I don't remember much before then.) Maybe others who have actually grown up into adults have changed more. I have had a problem with growing up--to bad I have no problem with growing old.

I wonder if anbyone else feels the same?

babies do not have a concept of me / i.
that is why mothers say mum when they talk about themselves. it actually makes sense and is not only cute shit. otherwise the baby would start calling the mother me or i. get that?
babies live in oneness. separation comes with getting older.
and the problems with separation start with the getting out of hand / development of the ego.
ego lives on the energy of others. that leads to the idea of power games and manipulation in the adultworld.
that again started when religion especially christianity rose. the one god -power. the one rightness. the blocking, pointing out evil.
the judgeing.

In Neal Stephenson's »Snow Crash«, he says that the ancient babylonians had tablets on which were written »me«, which were sort of the equivalent of computer programs for humans. Reminds me of Dawkins' term, »meme«, referring to a self-replicating idea. Perhaps if you infect the assoziations-blaster with enough of your memes, the assoziations-blaster will come to resemble you. I suppose it would be easiest to infect something or someone with your memes when they're young, before they've had a chance to encounter other people's memes.

That's me!!
That's me!
ooh!
ooh!...oohhh,
you voluptuous Manhattan Island clit...
Take me...
I'm yours, you hole...
Fulfill my... wildest...dreams!...

(Mothers/Fillmore June 1971)