So what happens if she turns over in her sleep? Won't her ghost separate from her body?.
I feel confined, only free to expand myself within boundaries. All of that blends to create a mixture that forms me and gives rise to my conscience. I collect information to use in my own way. Each of those things are just a small part of it. Sure, I have a face and voice to distinguish myself from others, but my thoughts and memories are unique only to me, and I carry a sense of my own destiny. It's simple: overspecialize, and you breed in weakness. What's true for the group is also true for the individual.
