This is an afterthought that I decided to put right here in order to possibly save you some frustration as you read through my post. Maybe this difference of opinion comes from a disagreement about memory. Maybe we disagree on how accurately memory can capture an experience. Maybe you give memory more credit for accuracy than I do.
Yeah, , I am sympathetic to what you're saying, and the thought that it's not as deep as I think has occurred to me. This reminds me of when me and my friend were tripping on mushrooms and he said that he was fascinated by the question "What is reality?", and later on, when we were sober, I told him that that's just a bad question. You first have to define what you mean by reality in order to think about it, the question doesn't mean anything. Richard Dawkins gave an example of a bad question: "What is the color of jealousy?"
This may very well be a trivial question, and I might find out soon. I have only tried to describe what it was like to be me a few times now. Even then, it's still interesting why I thought that it was interesting Because it might illuminate something about my own mind. But I am also open to the possibility that it is NOT a trivial question. I'm a bit sleepy and I'm not sure if I could convey my fascination even if I tried, or even if I was not sleepy. I'll probably think about this casually and I might come up with something interesting. I may also discover that it's trivial, ofcourse 
What I'll say next is not an argument for why it is or is not trivial, just something that I remembered now, that might explain why I had this idea.
When we were tripping, I told my friend "Hey... I don't know what it's like to be sober, to think clearly. I really don't know what it was like." And he agreed. We also agreed that anything that happened about 15-30 seconds ago felt like a distant memory, which was amazing, and going into a different room also made the events in that other room seem like a distant memory. Another example: when I was listening to music by Beethoven, I was having an experience that I felt like was worth writing about so my sober self could enjoy it, and when I started writing I had an impulse, an idea, a feeling, that I wanted to put on paper. But 10 seconds later, I didn't have that impulse anymore, and I didn't know what to write, and I went from writing something that I was compelled to write (10 seconds ago), to trying to recall the impulse that I had when starting to write. This may have been an intensification of the ordinary phenomenon of "you don't know what it's like to you .... ago", and it may have pointed out something that was always there to a lesser extent.
Actually....
"If you know what it is like to be you, period, then it will not be difficult to know what it was like to be you a few moments ago (or a year ago, or ten years ago, etc). "
Is this really the case? I mean... You have these random thoughts, interests, desires, bodily sensations, pleasures, motivations, things that excite you in different ways. Being fully immersed in a Beethoven sonata, following the melodies, rythms, notes, the way different passages interact with one another, the way the instruments interact with one another, the overarching "story" or progression of the piece, the changes in all these things, all these things are going through my head with varying intensity and I take note of a different thing at a different time, sometimes I miss some things, sometimes I think about something random and forget the music altogether. Headbanging to a heavy metal piece is very different, though sometimes just as immersive, experience. Reading fiction is different from these 2 in a completely different way than the 2 genres are different from each other. Gaming is also a completely different experience, swimming, bicycling, lifting weights, reading not fiction but a letter, writing fiction/a letter is different from reading it, playing chess, having a discussion about the ethical implications of abortion is different from talking about that time you tried to kiss that cute girl, which is different from cracking jokes, sparring...
And very importantly, thinking about these things, or remembering them is a completely different combination of thoughts, pleasures, desires, goals, sensations than actually doing them. Right now I'm wondering "so what the hell is the point?", well... The point is... That a moment is a rich thing, in terms of the things that go on in your consciousness, and remembering them is very different than being in them. It's one thing to remember being very immersed in any of the above mentioned activitied and it's a completely different thing to be in that moment.
At least 30-45 minutes have passed since I typed that part in the beginning. As you might imagine, the possibility of it being a trivial question is much lower in my mind than when I started this post. I don't know where it might lead me... But I think that I can still go to interesting places by putting some more effort into this personal experiment.
edit: I wonder if I was able to convey my excitement. I certainly think that I made a very good attempt 
But it would be more interesting if I did not convince you, because then you might come back with something that makes me go "Hmmm... Yes, I see... That makes sense... What do I make of this?"
edit 2: And now, my state of mind when writing this, especially that big paragraph (after "Actually....") and the one after it, is simply not there in memory. I can't recall what it was like to have the thoughts and imagery and ideas and emotions racing through my mind, I can't do it. There is a distance between now and then.
edit 2 cont.: I just added the music part to the tripping paragraph, and then I had a better idea of what it was like to write that big paragraph, because again I had things racing through my mind, and even though the content was different, it was more similar to the experience of writing that paragraph than not writing anything. I apologise for my sloppy writing, I have a horribly excuse and that is that I'm sleepy and I don't feel like waiting until tomorrow.
edit 3: I want to point out something funny and nice about the internet: "forgive me for saying so, or for misunderstanding your point". You have 35 years worth of LDing, which means you are at least 40 years old, I am 21. Nobody in real life would talk to a 20 year old like that, even if she or he was 30 years old (you could be 50), as an equal. I won't rant, even though I have a slight desire to do so, but I'd just like to point out this manner of honest conversation that rarely happens in real life, let alone with such an age gap. Yes, Yes.. The internet has nasty stuff that would rarely happen in real life, but the opposite is also true.
edit 4: To add to the huge post... A joke from this video: "See the problem of doing things to prolong your life is that all the extra years come at the end, when you're old."
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