For nearly 20 years, starting with 2003, when Google became widely used as a search engine, I would notice that any search result for “Richard Crasta” resulted in hardly one or two results other than me. So that my very name itself, being so unique, was my identification card. If anyone claiming to be me, and determined to be me, sets about acquiring all my attributes and even my general appearance, and is able to answer, authoritatively, a vast array of questions about me, then either he is me, or I am not I–but to achieve such a feat would be such an extraordinary act of imitation that he would deserve the Nobel Prize for Totally Successful Imitation.
But even with the attraction of a Nobel Prize, that would be impossible. Because how could they know the secret thoughts I might have written down somewhere, some traces of my secret story that no one has heard before?
