Oh, nearly forgot to bring it back around: the whole lack of infinite points between spatial distances sort of suggests that we all teleport, from possible space to possible space, like marbles bouncing over fish bowls or something. We can only go from bowl to bowl, and we just pop up there after disappearing here.So we almost teleport constantly, according to that line of thinking. Yet... doesn't that mean I'm not me, at any given second...? And then... well then what the Hell am I, and what makes me feel so -- continuous? The fact that time is precisely that, time, and I could bounce all over history and never even realize it because when I bounce back to the next moment a second from now, I'll have the perspective of it succeeding the prior second perfectly as always -- even if I was just 2000 years prior the moment before...?Mmkay. I'm done for now.