Sometimes, it feels like some memories, habits, or even fears don’t quite belong to this life, as if we’re living a draft rewritten by something bigger. Is it just déjà vu, or could there be “edits” from other versions of ourselves? The idea of reincarnation usually sounds mystical, but what if it’s more like being re-drafted, not starting over, just arriving again with more (or less) memory? Curious to hear your thoughts:
Can identity survive “edits”?
Have you ever felt you were carrying memories that don’t feel fully your own?
Is self just a story that keeps getting revised?
Essentially yes. There is nothing objective that identifies the self. It’s a handy cognitive shortcut used by your brain which encourages behaviours that make you more likely to survive to have children who then survive. Ie. an evolutionary adaption.