Why I believe I’m not “all that” (unlike BriBri, who KNOWS he is)…
I think about something, therefore something is (now) or was (in the past) or will be (at least so far as I anticipate, probably based on past/present experience/memory) about (as in, around, bare minimum) me—that is not me. But if it is about me (and not just around me)—it isn’t ANOTHER me—I correct for it like I correct for a mirror image, shadow, or echo of me. How do I know everything that is around me isn’t me? I have no ability to move it as immediately as I can move my body, assuming I can still move my body. When I can’t move my body, my body is not me. If a part of my body became conscious and could move itself, we (the other consciousness and I) would have co-regency over that part. If I was the whole universe (kind of like how BriBri esteems himself) and could move the entire universe, and gave consciousness to little parts of the universe, if I was a good being, I would have co-regency with all of those little consciousnesses. The universe is pregnant —very very pregnant with a ginormous litter of little consciousnesses.
Or:
A lot of words in Latin.