There’s a difference when there could conceivably be two of you.
There will never be two of me in my bed when I wake up, so I’m the same.
If my mind could be copied and embedded in a robot or whatever, then there are two of me, each now diverging. That other one is not me, as far as I, the other, am concerned.
There will never be two of me in my bed when I wake up, so I’m the same.
If my mind could be copied and embedded in a robot or whatever, then there are two of me, each now diverging. That other one is not me, as far as I, the other, am concerned.