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| The Lovers - Rene Magritte |
Now that we've dealt with Pete, it's time to deal with you.
Who are you? Pete sang it (or maybe Roger). I'm asking it. . . . And you are reading it!
The way around the conundrum of dealing with the seeming multiplicity of separate beings within an all-is-one universe is to think of us all as just one consciousness superset. What you might do is imagine the centre of consciousness flitting from one locality, or focal point, to another, depending on the makeup of the whole.
So certain arrangements of pixels give rise to different centres of consciousness, as many, perhaps, as there are pixels.
Who are you? Pete sang it (or maybe Roger). I'm asking it. . . . And you are reading it!
The way around the conundrum of dealing with the seeming multiplicity of separate beings within an all-is-one universe is to think of us all as just one consciousness superset. What you might do is imagine the centre of consciousness flitting from one locality, or focal point, to another, depending on the makeup of the whole.
So certain arrangements of pixels give rise to different centres of consciousness, as many, perhaps, as there are pixels.
You are you, but you could just as easily have been Hitler. If you'd been born in his place, with the same parents, circumstances, genes and the like, things would have turned out much the same. In fact, you are him, Pete, me and everyone else. We're just different subsets of slivers, loosely connected as evidenced by the fact that we know each other's name, have seen each other's photos, and have read what was we wrote, or was written about us. Well, maybe not Mein Kampf - I've heard that it's fairly heavy-going.