When you think about answering the question “who am I?” what factors do you consider? Are we just our experiences or interests, our beliefs, our demography? Who is the golem that drives your body-machine?
i have no clue how to answer this without sounding nihilistic, pretentious, or both
ok, I’ll try. I don’t feel like I’m anything beyond a bubble on the surface of this immediate moment in history and eventually I’ll die and my organs will resume being part of the global biomass. I don’t have any free will whatsoever and am only the result of every previous moment taken before I was even born. I have an illusion of consciousness which is simultaneously a blessing and an incredibly painful curse.
I as an individual don’t exist in any meaningful capacity beyond a very brief spark of individual novelty that is near instantaneously reabsorbed into the machinations of the wider universe
