Well? What if I am just a bag of chemicals? I like to think I am something more. Something more than water and empty space sloshing around inside an elastic container responding electrically to everything. Suppose my consciousness and identity are just that. Rapid electric firing of neurons that fool the body into believing it is more than the sum of its parts. I open my mouth and sound comes out – so what you understand it. You’re just the same kind of lifeless bag of sloshing chemicals that I am that gets the noise.
Yes I can buy it on a certain level that my so called awareness identity and very strong sense of self is just the chemicals telling me so. Then I have about as much consciousness as Marvin the Robot and almost as depressed.
I'm So Depressed
