Then a third voice arrives.
A lawyer. Rational, empirical, unimpressed. He listens once, then dismantles everything they've said - not with rhetoric, but with clarity.
This is not a story. It is not a theory. It is a mirror.
A book-length conversation unfolds - across trauma and thought experiments, through phantom limbs and recursive memory - until the final chapter strips the question bare: not what is the "I," but why are we still asking?
Philosophically rich, stylistically sharp, and disturbingly intimate, this book doesn't answer the question of the self.
It hands it back to you.