What is the meaning of the individual in the face of the infinity?

If there were another me, in another world, would I have anything to say?

Do I have any sort of advice or experience to speak of? Do I have the clarity and wisdom of distance? If there is another me with the same struggles and the same successes, what could there possibly be to say?

What is actually different?

Isn't it enough just to know?

Know that I am not alone?
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