Now then, O Sibyl, let me ask you a question. Is there, or is there not, such a thing as the Third Man, would you say? You see I've been having horrible nightly visions of him, and each time he is accompanied by at least two others and sometimes by an infinite stream of them, and I can't seem to tell which are real and which are only reflections and images and likenesses--they seem to roll around between being and not-being. And last night, to cap it all, he'd brought his own third bed and settled down for the night. It's all too much...
Yours formally, Plato
You seem to be suffering from a NON-IDENTITY crisis. Are you sure that this idea is not just a product of your own self-predication?