Tuesday November 15th 2011 Tim Candler
That thing which is me, is
a property of matter. Easy enough to say, and bound to produce the
glass eye, the suspicious nod and a polite excuse that puts attention in
more practical places.
I will say most believe the
thing that is me has its presence on some other plain, and soon enough
when the shades fall, when the experiment is over, this other plain will
be revealed to me, and I will feel foolish.
I could say the thing
that is me has not yet been discovered. It is if you like an alien.
And when it is discovered there will be an anxiety in the social similar to
that anxiety predicted to occur should Alpha Centaurians appear on the
horizon in space ships.
Cynics might point out that
fortunately in my species the social contains a political process, which no
matter the circumstance has the sole function of constructing and
maintaining illusions. Which means we'll adapt.