>A vessel to cross the street.

I literally cannot source this pun, and my ego refuses to believe you can had been this clever.

  "Ogres are like onions! They have layers, just like onions. You get it? We both have layers"

We are all just recursive instances of magnitudes of complexity, and the "automata" we dissuade ourselves into denying we are not is just an ironic emergent property of being able to "think".

"Delineation" between these automata is only possible with edges - a membrane, an egg, of sorts.

Sorry for your ego but that came right from my brain as a joke. It wasn't until after I hit submit I paused to think, "that's actually kinda profound for a Thursday morning."

Ah, well, neither of our ego's can take credit, then.

Id take the credit for it, but lack the ego.

My ego is in awe. Maybe the credit goes to the Id we found along the way.

Sorry but this sounds and looks like a Crossy Road thing ^^