You are born into this body, a landscape where the self is born. Think of it as a world, raw materials already present—your face, your organs, your legs, your arms, your genitals. But not just that. Thoughts and feelings, shaped by senses, molded by the concepts and categories learned from the social web you’re thrown in, the air of culture you breathe. Patterns emerge, take root, become you. This is who you think you are, the story of your self. A personality, the aggregation of thoughts, a ...