The self depends on a membrane of belief separating “me” from the world, though almost everything constructing that “me” comes from elsewhere.
The self depends on a membrane of belief separating “me” from the world, though almost everything constructing that “me” comes from elsewhere.
Two strokes left me stranded at the edge of the social world, trying to rebuild an adaptive, communicative interface that most others take for granted.
Science has not stopped discovering reality. We have become less capable of surviving what those discoveries imply about ourselves.