This is an Interesting article, which will surely not be everyone’s cup of tea.
For anyone not bothered to spend time enlightening his- or herself, I’ll provide a few highlights from the piece.
…according to neuroscientists, there is no single place in the brain that generates a self. According to psychologists, there is no little commander-in-chief in our heads directing our behaviour…
Self is…an ever-shifting bundle of thoughts, feelings and memories.
…each of us has a “remembering self,” which makes decisions, and an “experiencing self,” which actually does the living…
The basic question about the self is: what, in essence, am I? Is my identity rooted in something physical (my body/brain) or something psychological (my memories/personality)? Normally, physical and mental go together, so we are not compelled to think of ourselves as primarily one or the other.
…genes and environment conspire to make each of us idiosyncratically singular…
None of this seems to be rocket science, physics, or advance mathematics, rather common sense and reasonable reasoning. As someone said, I am, therefore I think…or was I think, therefore I am. Either way, he (or she) is correct.
I have no idea what caused me to have the following thought last night, while watching Tea With Mussolini (an excellent movie by Franco Zefferelli), with Cher and the incomparable Maggie Smith. Perhaps, it was the large bust of the title character behind his desk. Anyways…
It must be difficult for anyone, whose self-regard is so great that he or she cannot understand why other people do not recognize his or her greatness and erect a statue for all to marvel at. Some, surely, commission such a work of “art” and allow friends (ie. sycophants), family, and visitors to marvel at and compliment. Others must settle for staring at themselves in mirrors.
Most statues of someone unknown or unfamiliar attract only mild curiosity. Few, if any, bother to consult Wikipedia…which might not even contain an entry of the obscure ones, who would surely be chagrinned to learn of such a slight. None of the characters, regardless of his or her importance at the time or size of ego would be pleased to learn that he or she has become the final resting spot of pigeon droppings and something unable to attract interest of humans.
Unfortunately for above-mentioned egomaniacs, statues seem to be so 19th century. So, the likes of Donald Trump, Newt Gingrich, and Rush Scumbag will be forced to go to the grave without being able to marvel at his visage beneath a pigeon roost.
When I view the ever-changing field of Republican presidential hopefuls (something I try to avoid as much as possible), I wonder what drugs these people take. How can they imagine that any sane person would vote for them? What to they see in the mirror, when they gaze at the reflection? What sort of smoke are sycophants blowing their way? Do they hold voters in such contempt, that they actually believe someone with a brain would cast their precious vote for such a fool?
Ego is a powerful motivator...and not always in a positive sense...
Although many might not realize this fact, what I am about to predict falls into the firm-grasp-of-the-obvious category.
Last night I was bored, so I planted myself in front of the television and played with the remote control. No program held my attention, and repeated visits to various news channels revealed more of the same. At some point, I decided to stop abusing the remote and shortening battery life; I fetched a drink, without noticing the channel running advertisements.
Upon my return, I discovered my mistake: Fox News was on, and Sarah Palin was blabbering and grinning her foolish grin. Before I could grab the remote and escape from that parallel universe, I heard something about her facing a decision to run for president of the United States of the 2nd Amendment.
Does anyone believe this will ever happen? This woman is interested only in amassing personal wealth and knows how to play the game. Running for political office costs money; it does not enrich the person (in the short run). Her ego might be large, but her greed is greater.
I now must find a betting organization giving odds on her running...
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.