The self
Alright, I've been wondering about this for a while now, and I wonder if anyone would like to share their thoughts. What I'm wondering is, what makes me me? Who's that voice in my head that I hear my thoughts with? Building on my disbelief in souls and that sort of thing, I think that I'm me only because I'm the only person I could be. I think that my self is determined by the experiences that my body goes through. As nobody else has exactly the same experiences, the way that their thoughts form is different from mine. It's all in the physical structure of the brain. I wouldn't be different, for example, if I was blinded at a young age; I wouldn't be me at all. It would be an entirely different person. Perhaps the idea that we're all just a collection of impulses is a bit distastful for some, but I'd rather be knowledgeable than happy. I'm not sure how that all came out, but I'd like to know what others think.
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Sorry, I can only exorcise clam spirits.
EbichuMAAN! From the dark end of the dark has been chosen for disipline, from the moon to the stars, no one knows what a justice and earnest shopkeeper then today, the justice maker in tonight by the way, they call it: Ebichuman.
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