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To get all weird and philosophical about it, I feel like we're all minds driving around these meat bodies. When I look at a stranger, I can see meat things like their height, their eye color, whether their teeth are straight, all kinds of stuff, but we don't choose that stuff, and it doesn't say anything about who we've chosen to be, just who we've had to be.
Tattoos we choose for ourselves. Looking at someone's tattoo isn't like looking at their eye color - it tells you something true about a person and their thoughts. Of course, sometimes it's a pretty trivial thought, like a tattoo of a favorite beer or sports team. But even trivial tattoos represent the mind taking some secret thought and pulling it into the world and giving it a physical shape. It's almost magic..