I see our body as an empty shell that is conscious and all the alters are the filling that give us individual personalities as they take turn fronting. More than one alter is on hand to influence, give their opinion, or take over when need be. We all share the conscious, so the light seems to never go out even though the memories come and go with the alter that has them.

Do we seem normal? Apparently not with all the giggles, snickers and stares. Oh well, we still manage to live another day.