At any given time my ability to focus on and think about my individual memories is limited to a small portion of the total.
As long as the thread of connections was kept consistent, all sorts of things about myself could chance without me having any awareness of them.
If I was aware that they had changed, I would still have to put up with who I had now become, I think… unless I had some other reason for having allegiance to who I had been… say disliking whoever or whatever had made me who I was, or finding that I was much less capable than I had been, or something.
If I was aware that they would change, drastically, but that afterwards it would all seem coherent, and I wouldn’t remember worrying about them changing—or that while I was not focusing on them, they were changing very radically, and faster than normal, that would seem very deathlike or panic-inducing I guess.
Because for any set of facts that I hold in my attention about myself, those facts could happen in a myriad of worlds other than the ones in which the rest of my memories took place and still be logically consistent—if my memories even were perfectly accurate and consistent, which they aren’t in the first place.
At any given time my ability to focus on and think about my individual memories is limited to a small portion of the total. As long as the thread of connections was kept consistent, all sorts of things about myself could chance without me having any awareness of them. If I was aware that they had changed, I would still have to put up with who I had now become, I think… unless I had some other reason for having allegiance to who I had been… say disliking whoever or whatever had made me who I was, or finding that I was much less capable than I had been, or something. If I was aware that they would change, drastically, but that afterwards it would all seem coherent, and I wouldn’t remember worrying about them changing—or that while I was not focusing on them, they were changing very radically, and faster than normal, that would seem very deathlike or panic-inducing I guess.
Because for any set of facts that I hold in my attention about myself, those facts could happen in a myriad of worlds other than the ones in which the rest of my memories took place and still be logically consistent—if my memories even were perfectly accurate and consistent, which they aren’t in the first place.