Looking back to Look Ahead

I've been doing some thinking about the cognitive concept of a frame of reference. The idea that we are all made up of the people we have known, the places we have been, and the experiences we have had. In the thinking process, it occurs to me that I've been thinking about this for a long time. In 1977 I wrote a poem, more of a poet slips then a poet's lips, about it, "The We of Me", which explores the interesting idea that who we are is where we've been. The sentiment was admittedly narrow in 1977 and I suspect was tainted by some infatuation or another.