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Why have I ended up being me?

Exactly what does ‘me’ mean?

What is it like to be someone else?

Do other people see me as another person?

Do other people think of themselves as 'me'?

Do these other people even think of themselves at all?

Do these other people even exist at all, or do they only exist for the fleeting moment that I can see them, or hear them, or touch them?