it could be that consciousness is a large bat or space, and that each one of us are slices or beakers in which the sea of consciousness has been poured into. and thus the only thing separating you and i is memory. memory or the body makeup is what creates feeling of space and locality between us.
as such i shouldn't be afraid of floating out of my body or becoming someone else. i am "trapped" in my slice of sea. if i had diff memory and body, i'd just be a diff person, but still the same self. strange. i wonder if there's a memory that is independent of memory itself. a memory that is embedded in my sense of self. an original memory. an original sin.