Mother's Day blog post points to fuzzy nature of "self"

Hey, I didn't set out to write a philosophical Mother's Day blog post, but what emerged has enough philosophy in it to justify sharing here.

In "My mother lives on in the back of my books" I talk about how we don't really need to think or feel our way toward being close to our deceased parents, for they live on as us in large part. 

This is possible because the boundaries of our "self" are decidedly fuzzy.

There isn't a firm boundary between us and everyone else, since who we are depends on our genetic heritage and experiences, both of which involve contributions from many other people.

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“This is possible because the boundaries of our "self" are decidedly fuzzy.

There isn't a firm boundary between us and everyone else, since who we are depends on our genetic heritage and experiences, both of which involve contributions from many other people.”

Well said. 👌