Had a entire post and some thoughts to accompany re: A pseudo-nerd screenplay + scenes that I’ve decided to scrap for several reasons. Instead here’s something that I want to explore further. Perhaps in prose… I know it’s a controversial epigraph/idea lynch pin for numerous reasons. Not trying to be exclusionary at all, but those that have read Engleby will understand why; also contentions exists regarding philosophy of mind, evolutionary neuroscience and all that…
Well, I’ll be quiet now.
‘Scientists now believe that my sense of self is an illusion generated by the chemical activity of the brain; that there is no such thing as ‘mind’, that there is only matter, but that over the successful Homo sapiens years the idea of self has become a ‘necessary fiction’. We think that some small grey bits of the brain, following a inaccuracy in cell duplication many years ago, began in one individual and his offspring to generate an illustrate of mind; and that, in history, the chance mutation that allowed them this chimera had side effects so helpful to the species that its possessors, to the extent that we are all now descended from them – mutants every one of us, whose key mutation is a fib.
If that current thinking is right and consequently there is no self, then my consciousness is so biochemically similar to that of the small boy in the supermarket as to be functionally indistinguishable. Therefore ‘I’m since I am not an individual entity, cannot cease to be, but am doomed to exist for ever- until or unless some new freak mutation finds favour with the powers of natural selection, and human consciousness, like the bat’s blind eye, falls back into disuse, deselected, along with the other hopeful monsters- back into the welcoming void whence it came.’
Engleby, Page 323/4