By the outer me I mean that which I call “I,” the spokesperson or representative of that which I experience as myself, that addresses other people and that feels itself to be addressed by other people. The I that sits on this chair, writing this, feels like the person that I am, the person that occupies the space that is the inside of me. This feeling of I-ness that I have is my sense of being a self. Blackmore (2001) proposed that “Consideration of the nature of self is deeply bound up with questions about consciousness” (page 525). She cited Parﬁt (1987) who considered there to be two types of self-theorists: the ego theorists and the bundle theorists. The ﬁrst believe in a persistent self who is the subject of experiences, whose existence explains the sense of unity and continuity of experience. The second deny there is any such thing, and maintain that the apparent unity is just a collection of ever changing experiences tied together by the presence of a physical body and a memory. It feels as if I have been the same person from when I was an infant to now that I am an old man, because I have all the I’s that I have ever been inside my memory store, and I can click into any of them.