An excellent essay on the wandering mind and our sense of self. Changed how I view the “self” when I originally read it years ago, and I was just randomly reminded of it and figured I’d share it with the yeehive
An excellent essay on the wandering mind and our sense of self. Changed how I view the “self” when I originally read it years ago, and I was just randomly reminded of it and figured I’d share it with the yeehive
Yet another take on the lack of a self.
I actually think I might differ with the author slightly here because i think the answer is we never are “genuine mental agents”.
Yeah I sort of lean in that direction as well, considering that our conscious experience is a post hoc fiction