A cup of this, a dash of that
Flour isn’t pancakes.
Baking powder isn’t pancakes, either.
And neither are eggs. Or milk. Or oil.
If you mix them all up, you get pancake batter.
Pancake batter isn’t pancakes. It’s just the potential for pancakes. It takes some intense heat and a frying pan to actually get pancakes.
Having some flour doesn’t mean pancakes are imminent. Flour could mean fried chicken. Or noodles. Or cookies. Those all require flour and eggs. The cookies can even require milk and oil and baking powder. But because of the proportions and how they are combined, you get cookies, not pancakes.
You wouldn’t call a pancake a cookie, even if it had the same ingredients, because they are obviously different. And because of the syrup factor.
I’m a me. I’m made up of some weird stuff, I tell ya. You might be made up of some of the same stuff, but you wouldn’t be a me.
You’d be a you.
And it’s entirely possible that I wouldn’t recognize the me-ish parts in you simply because they are combined in such a way that they end up looking and sounding and smelling different. But we’d both be real.