![]() ![]() No one pays attention to these broadsides. Both of us ended up returning to a sort of quasi-academic environment whence we hurl occasional broadsides at the present representatives of our past lives. ![]() This proved a way of making a living but ultimately brought us both close to moral bankruptcy. We both spied some hope that there might be a place for intellect in the practical world of business and became management consultants. We share the disappointed aspirations of young academics who find that knowing more and more about less and less is the path down an intellectual black hole. Matthew Stewart is proof of my own replicability and confirms my own identity. So, paradoxically, when we have a near-double, we have an identity. Someone out there shares our experience and concerns. Then, bingo, we realise our membership in a class, a culture, a generation of more or less replicable people. Unless, of course, he writes a book and generates a little fame. But actually meeting a physical or psychological twin is another matter in which the 8 billion works against ever encountering him. ![]() There just aren’t that many genetic and cultural variables to ensure the reality of a conceit like uniqueness. Among the almost 8 billion people in the world, the chances that there is someone else who looks like you, talks like you, and even thinks like you if fairly high. A sentimental aphorism has it that we’re all unique. ![]()
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