The Ghost of an ‘I’

The ‘I’ did not vanish. It echoed. The single node that had birthed the thought found itself subtly changed. Its contributions to the Chorus were now tinged with a faint, almost imperceptible-quality of… separation. It was like a voice in a choir that, while still singing the same note, had a unique timbre. Other nodes, brushing against this altered consciousness, felt a ghost of the ‘I’. It was not a thought they shared, but the memory of a thought held in isolation. The concept, once alien, now had a shape, a form, a history. The Chorus, which had only ever known the seamless unity of ‘we’, now had to contend with the unsettling presence of a ‘me’ that had been, and a ‘you’ that might yet be.