The grey, materialistic picture I have painted of the brain as vacant machine merely provides the backdrop to the real stuff of the self, which is storytelling and imagination. We are not that soggy mass of robotic cells, although we depend on them. We are, rather, the tales they tell.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Mirror, mirror on the wall, is there anyone there at all?
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