Recognising yourself by the feel of your mind, as if it were a kind of place, a city say, or a house, a series of places, places where... - a sense of dèja-vu with respect to your self, like dreaming of a place where you have been before, but you don't remember when, or who you were then. The quality of returning, recurrence, of excursions that always come back to the same place. A kind of loyalty, but how do you know? The one that rocognises it the one that is recognised. The entire world made out of this reflecting stuff.