All humans are unique configurations of the exact same thing. Though the veneers of our physiognomies may have unrepeatable nuance, and the hidden mechanics of our psychologies are singular combinations of ballasts and pulleys of differing shapes and quantity — in the end, our “souls” weigh the same. This pushes a notion perhaps weird in sound, but quite true: if you were born me and lived me you would be me and, if I were born you, and lived you I would be you — exactly, without alteration.