It is suggested that consciousness is nothing more than a
"peripheral sensation" amidst the whirring of the synapses within the
brain. That our consciousness is the last to know what we are going to
do. We are in a sense, dummies trying to keep
up with events outside our control.
How did consciousness come into being. It is suggested through
language and the need to think outside our own box as it were. This
realisation that there was life outside our own box led us to evolve
ways of thinking about peripheral things which as time
went by became more and more complex. This led us into the world of
supposition, a grey world of artificiality where fact and fiction mix.
That there can be reasons without reasoners, designs without designers and competence without comprehension.
"I think therefore I am" famously described an assumption but if
our minds are simply a jumble of thoughts and the "I" is nothing more
than a 'centre of "narrative" gravity', a sort of story we tell
ourselves to make sense of the jumbled narrative created
within our minds, then to be conscious of who we are is a fake.
It is all rather devastating to imagine we are based on so much 'quick sand' with few or any foundations.
Our reasoning subjects us to believe "we", as represented by our mind, centred within our body, is for real and
therefore this reality, as an individual, demands respect. But what if
the real reality is that we are a composite of chance happenings, fired
off within the mind with no coherence other than the false image we put
in place to come to terms with not actually knowing who we are.
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