Love, Poetry and Revolution - Friday 23rd January 2026

The idea for this post began from a strange feeling I had one morning in the past week. How do I know I am me? What makes me, me?

Is 'me' the physical body that is typing this or is 'me' the thing (mind?) thinking these thoughts that is directing my physical body to interact with the keyboard and type? Or maybe I am the combination of the two aspects? It also depends on whether the mind is purely physical (chemical reactions) or something more, something unknown and undefined.

Is 'my' existence inevitable or purely random? 

Was the egg that, once fertilised, grew to be me, only ever going to be me, if fertilised? I was one egg out of millions, combined with one sperm out of millions.  Are all eggs identical until fertilised by one unique sperm? I have sisters, and so were their eggs predestined to be them and not me. Is the DNA of all eggs from the same mother identical? Can any one egg can become any particular offspring if combined with the right sperm?

For identical twins, one egg and one sperm become two individuals who share a great deal in common but are still unique.

I don't know where this thinking is leading, but I feel that there's something fundamental to be understood.

I've been trying to find this song for a while.  I could play the song in my head, but couldn't find the track.  I knew they were Irish and had a vague feeling they has the word 'Tuath' in their name, which it turns out they do. Luckily, I remembered I bought it from Bandcamp, and lo there it was. It's relevant, sort of.