in each of us, all of us
I am me and you are you, is a statement I can say. But you can claim the same. It seems to go both ways.
Why am I who I am and not some other person? If I were, could I tell? Or would it seem to be me again?
Sound shaped as words has meaning in expression. Word waves, unseen, spread. Careen. But only the “I” can listen.
So in each of us, is all of us. Everyone an I to me. We’re all the same in this respect. Close as can be — without touching.