We are all but bubbles strewn out of the same soapy solution. All the same, yet, all very different. Each one of us a different permutation, a different combination of the other. Similar, yet dissimilar, just the same, however.
Look at all the people around you. They are but what you could have been, what you may become, under a different set of circumstances, in different coordinates. They are all you. Different versions of You. Of Me.
You and Me – the difference is a little rearrangement of the genes, a different parameter of birth, a different location, a different combination.
Like bubbles strewn out of the same soapy solution. We see many but there really is only one. You.