The most excruciating condition for the human soul it’s not the pain. It is doubt.
Paul Mehis
The Caterpillar took off his pipe and, in a languid and sleepy voice, asked: “And who are you?”
Alice replied in a shy voice: “I… I don’t know, for the moment, sir… at best I could tell who I was when I got up this morning, but there have been several changes since then.”
“What do you mean?” said the Caterpillar sternly. “Explain!”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t explain myself, said Alice, because it’s not me anymore, do you understand?
Lewis Carrol – Alice in Wonderland
This is the third part of an identity project.
In the previous Voyage and I’m one, i’m another
I investigated human relationships (Voyage) inspired by a story by Italo Calvino
and, then, as regards I’m one, I’m another, on the concept of otherness dear to Paul Ricoeur.
I have been following this project since 2016.
