For what it is worth, I see my 'self' as a phenomenon of mind, a mental construct, an aspect of conscious experience, a process, the feeling of personhood. Vague terms, perhaps, but the concept is inherently slippery with multiple dimensions. There is all the baggage that psychologists deal with, the entrenched personality traits, the preferences, the personal memories, all the things that typically differentiate me from Bob or Sally. Then there is the phenomenological experience of being an active subject within the world right here, right now, seeing and hearing and thinking, having direct visceral experience of the wider world, feeling alive, having emotions. All of these aspects are subject to change over time; the things that felt important to me 10 years ago are not the things that feel important now; the sounds I am hearing coming out of the radio are not the sounds I heard 10 seconds ago. And yet through all this flux of varying experience, I feel my mind weaves together a continuity and a singularity; a mental narrative of a single 'me', a me that is subject to incessant change, but always a single subject, not multiple subjects, this coinciding with the fact that whatever limbs may come and go, I always have a single body that admittedly changes over time.