@Didymos Thomas,
Quote:Why is defining mind and brain so difficult? The brain is a physical organ of the body. The mind represents our thoughts, emotions and memories.
If you are satisfied with that, then we are far, far apart from one another. You are travelling from New York to Paris, where you will enjoy your summer of contentment and peace. And I am just leaving the Continent for the arctic wastes, to chase after my own demons, my own monsters. Judge for yourself who has the better lot.
Yet if this does not mean much to you, then what about love? Imagine, Didymos, the most beautiful girl you've ever seen, for you must still remember her to this very day, or she could not have been all that beautiful. What if, during the time when she was still in your life, you heard rumors that she had a crush on you. Would you not try and see whether the rumors were true? And if no one would confirm them, would you not go to the girl herself and look into her eyes as she spoke to you, to see what was really in those eyes? And if you could tell nothing from her eyes, would you not--despite your ignorance of her true feelings--take a leap of faith and ask her to go out with you?
Yet what if, in your youthful timidity and arrogance, you were content merely with the
possibility that she liked you, were enamored only with the
reputation that her alleged affection conferred upon you--and so you did not inquire about the rumors, did not look into her eyes, did not ask her out? And what if--amazingly enough--
she was the one who spread the rumors in the first place, since she was too modest to tell you herself how much she liked you? If she knew that you heard the rumors and did
nothing, would she think that you had any serious feelings for her? And if she possessed any self-respect or self-awareness--if she had any knowledge of her extraordinary beauty--would she think that you were
worthy of her?
So I ask you, Didymos: do you love enough to clutch every grain of your existence tightly in your palm forever, or do you take life so lightly that you let it slip through your fingers? Are you content merely to have the appearance of whatever it is you desire? Or do you strive every day to
know that you really
do have what you want more than anything? If you're not willing to find out whether you
really possess the Truth--even if it requires you to amputate every belief that you have ever entertained; even if it requires you to sacrifice your earthly all for science, or to drown yourself in doubt and darkness before ever rising into the light of certainty--then you are unworthy of the Truth. And so am I.