Were you born with conceptions of yourself?
Or were you tabula rasa (an empty blackboard) to be written on by stories: some stories for girls, some for boys.
Was understanding at that first wail anchored in your body, or were your like some fledgling democracy, inchoate (just begun). Were you ripe for 'writing' on in your rudimentary state?
Perhaps your were a democracy of a kind if you believe in 'free will' but then by necessity it would have to be an inchoate democracy
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