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I push the weights up and down on the wobbly workout bench. I notice my body in the mirror—still able, but altered somehow. I look away and try to concentrate on the motions. I press the weights up and down with added vigor, aiming for the old familiar vitality, the thing that used to thrust me into life.

But the mirror has confused me. There is a revision at work and I no longer recognize myself. What strikes me is that it's not just my body that has changed; even my old thoughts no longer fit. That’s what it is—I’ve changed my mind about everything.


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