This time, place, mind and body chose me. Still, I have choices: profession, lover, breakfast. But how? Other than according to those things which already chose me.

What am I but my history? Other than past experiencing present and becoming future. My past created by other pasts. A sack of borrowed atoms and taught thoughts. Must I own what I am? I who says am, be, is.

When I ask myself, “What should I do?” My next question is: which one of me is the “I” referring to? Or, from which of my moral frameworks is the “should” derived? Then there seems to be a morality of moralities. A higher order morality that chooses which morality to apply in each situation. But does this cause an infinite regression?