Imagine a box. A story box. Everything in your life fits in this story box, and as time passes, some things fall out, while new things are put in. The new shapes the memories of the old so that a sense of incongruence does not arise. We can travel through our lives with a box that feels cohesive. Carrying this box, we feel like “us” to “ourselves” and not much changes that feeling. We feel like ourselves even if—upon closer examination—there’s not much to support that feeling. All goes well with our story-boxed life until something happens that does not fit; does not match who we assume ourselves to be on the surface. At this juncture, we have a decision to make. Will we accept what we cannot understand? Will we investigate further? Or will we say, “Well, that was weird,” and forget about it...