In one way you are unique, in another, you’re just one more snowflake in an eternal blizzard. We can make use of the attic metaphor to represent your mental/emotional complex. Basically, your attic the totality of your youness; your memories and feelings, beliefs and opinions, all the accumulated detritus and debris that makes you you, but what does that really make you? How much input did you have into you? And even to the degree that you had any, who is the you that had the input? As soon as we scratch the surface of self and peer behind the pretty exterior, we reveal the ugly interior; the crappy-ass attic of self.