In this metallic era of barbarians, only methodically and excessively cultivating our abilities to dream, to analyze, and to attract can safeguard our personality from disintegrating into nothing or into something commonplace.Those parts of our experiences which are real are precisely those that are felt by others. Reality is composed of all that is in common in our experiences. Thus our individuality lies only in the parts that are erroneous. How happy I would be to see, one day, a scarlet sun. It would be so mine, this sun, no one's but mine!
Fernando Pessoa died in 1935. Apparently people have been worrying about the effect of the information revolution on individuality since well before it started. I wonder what people were saying after the printing press appeared. Probably they had different concerns then; I don't know if individuality had been invented. Perhaps it was invented in response to the possibility of making exact copies of things.
But if as the exchange of information becomes more efficient we lose more and more of our individuality, does this mean, given this definition, that the boundaries of reality are constantly expanding? I suppose so, if you grant the reality of memes.
I remember once consoling someone who was distressed about having experiences she could not convey to others, telling her that she should cherish them as something uniquely her own.