Place is not enough though. If someone were to swap places with me, they would no more see what it was like for me than think like me. They would be an observant, not a participant, for only through doing my actions in my place would that be true. And you would still be no closer to being me. Though, for arguments sake, let’s just say it was feasible, like an 80s movie, Big or Vice Versa, and no doubt many others where people swap lives. Trading Places?
What would another man see and feel if he was put directly into my place right now? What would I experience if I was put into someone else’s? Would I want to? Probably not. Would I like the body of someone younger? Maybe. But then my strength levels are pretty good right now if not my actual physical ability. Might be nice to not be sore but then who’s to say that the 24 year old has any less pain just a better way of hiding it. I certainly wouldn’t want their mind. A little bit faster, a little bit bendier, by that I mean flexibility, but these are things I can still pursue anyway. And in my shoes they would see me, busy and procrastinating at the same time. Dedicated and hiding both actually and metaphorically. Still, not swapping.