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I’ll probably talk more about this subject later. See my last post for more. But if you want to preempt me, look into:
Dan Dennett on the Self as the Narrative Center of Gravity-
(note, I haven’t read this in full, but I have read other things he’s written on the subject and heard him speak about it)
(note also, that this theory is held by Dennett, of new-atheist fame but something very similar is proposed by Ricoeur, a prominent Christian philosopher, on the becoming self. For those even more philosophically inclined, look into becoming vs. being and the philosophy of self. That rabbit hole goes very, very far down and leads you to the fundamentals of ontology and epistemology, so be warned.)
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I’m sorry (I think) I wanted to post something more tonight. But I keep browsing tags and I think it is making me angry because I’m having trouble breathing and my legs feel strange and twitchy. I x-ed out of all the tabs when the words stopped making sense together, but now everything is wobbly. Its like some cord is loose, the thing that connects my emotions to everything else. My “heart” isn’t plugged in.
But I have these thoughts, half formed running through my head. Things that made me twitch, or hot, or shivery. I think that means I want to say something. So I will.
From a philosophical stand point, from a scientific standpoint, none of you, none of us, are obviously more than a collection of stories. Our notion of self is a constantly edited narrative, that is either endlessly self reinforced or updated. This is true of “originals” or fictive. “Humanity” or worth cannot be based on whether or not someone is a story. We are all stories now. We are all stories in the end. The skeptics, the rationalists, the ones who are out there saying that only I am real because my story has witnesses, has home movies, are hypocrites. My memories are stories, subjectively informing my present.
My brain, the brain that I was born into, and am constantly being born into, subconsciously, doesn’t slow down. Maybe that’s why it writes more than one story. But it does. But hey, your brain writes a story too. Stop kidding yourself. You are a headmate of one. A fictional character in a book of hyper-realism. Your own personal memoir. Just add consciousness. Or don’t. That part, dear fellow skeptics, is still up for debate. Maybe even that is a story you are telling yourself on a millisecond delay.
So what is the fault for telling more stories at once. Or telling more stories at different times. Or if some of those stories sound something like fanfiction. Just as you take inspiration in your story from thing around you, from other stories being written, on paper and in life.
I’m dizzy now. I don’t know what that means. But I can’t think of more to say write now. That is my grand statement. That is my thesis for this blog, for life. For now, thoughts warped in static, I think so anyway.
