Amygdala
Rising Star
I've been watching this online philosophy of mind class for sh*ts and giggles, and one of the topics reminded me of something that i haven't thought about in a while, am not particularly educated on and would love to hear your thoughts...
One of the lectures was discussing trying to isolate the self, a sense of 'I' that exists somewhere, drawing the conclusion that while we frequently use the 'I' term in our language, there may well be no definable self in there. The professor asked you to close your eyes for a minute, and observe the inner goings on.
When I do this, I notice two primary functions... a stream of conscious thoughts and a sort of spotlight of attention. The "I" that I frequently assume is in there behind the curtains, pulling the levers seems to be a figment of my imagination. It was actually kind of shocking how pleasantly 'empty' it feels in there, when I really pay attention to it. Just a void, a river of thoughts and a spotlight of attention.
I suppose this echoes some eastern mysticism, which I would very much like to read more about. (book recs anyone?), as well as traditional western philosophy. I think it goes further though... surpasses semantics and logical games... if there really is no one in particular in there, this would have a major impact in how I view my relation to the world, my life, my death.
This may seem silly, but it has actually kinda shook me to the core. That sensation of wow, can i really be so wrong about something so fundamental? Existential identity type of holy sh*t.
One of the lectures was discussing trying to isolate the self, a sense of 'I' that exists somewhere, drawing the conclusion that while we frequently use the 'I' term in our language, there may well be no definable self in there. The professor asked you to close your eyes for a minute, and observe the inner goings on.
When I do this, I notice two primary functions... a stream of conscious thoughts and a sort of spotlight of attention. The "I" that I frequently assume is in there behind the curtains, pulling the levers seems to be a figment of my imagination. It was actually kind of shocking how pleasantly 'empty' it feels in there, when I really pay attention to it. Just a void, a river of thoughts and a spotlight of attention.
I suppose this echoes some eastern mysticism, which I would very much like to read more about. (book recs anyone?), as well as traditional western philosophy. I think it goes further though... surpasses semantics and logical games... if there really is no one in particular in there, this would have a major impact in how I view my relation to the world, my life, my death.
This may seem silly, but it has actually kinda shook me to the core. That sensation of wow, can i really be so wrong about something so fundamental? Existential identity type of holy sh*t.