I like this. It reminds me of The Turning Point by Fritjof Capra. I actually had an experience like that once while I was walking around in London. It was wonderful. What I experienced was being overwhelmed by the sun, joined with it as it were. (Weird stuff happens to me.) As surely as I know that my fingers pressing these keys are causing these letters to appear, I knew all kinds of things about the nature of the world in which I lived. (Never found it necessary to have a god to explain the experience though, but maybe that is because I already knew something about brain chemistry and mechanics and maybe if people who are imbibed in the god-story before science experience this kind of transcendental awe they just gravitate to what they know to explain the sensation?)
Overwhelming as it was, even so, in the midst of the experience there was still me there, this composite of feeling, memory, knowledge and sensory apparatus. It is that composite that I think of as the self. Kind of like the Buddhist concept of skandhas. And while it is true that it is pretty much impossible to draw a line around what we are, there is still a recognizable pattern to it...to what it means to be an individual...a human.
Actually, you know, I think "self" is properly a verb.




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