« on: March 21, 2017, 08:00:46 pm »
Some random thoughts.
When you are mindful of your thoughts you invoke a minder. One who minds. This is consciousness or, more correctly, this is the seat of consciousness. The font from which consciousness pours. I'm of the opinion that when most people talk about consciousness they are simultaneously aware of this phenomenon but blind to what they are aware of, given that it permeates every facet of mind but is not mind. And in looking for it, they see it's fingerprints everywhere, in every thought and deliberation and they point at some mundane but hard to notice mental process and say - "this is consciousness" and they totally miss the joke. Consciousness is nothing. It's everywhere but it's nothing. It's much harder to examine because everywhere it looks it sees evidence of it's own passing. Footprints. And they describe the shape but not the form. The action but not the actor.
I also have a sneaking suspicion that cavemen looking for their own consciousness is how all that god and soul bullshit got started because, when you start to get into consciousness hunting and you start to get a feel for your quarry, it's easy to jump to ridiculous conclusions. Consciousness is a pretty ridiculous beast when it comes right down to it.