Do you feel a present continuity with your youngest memory of self?
Any self-examination of the self is presumably bound to be riven with revisions of self-strategy. Only fiction creation can allow one perhaps to begin to stand outside that process. Even if it’s just a glimpse of that ‘outside-of-self’ world. King’s attempt at this was ‘The Dark Tower’… (my review of the DT)
I shall be discussing Proust later!