It is not me that's acting
For there is no me
It is not I that's thinking
For there is no I
A mere congregation of memories
a bundle of neurons
a dissonant orchestra of chemical reactions
a continuous conflict between
Genetic and cultural tensions
a random expression of genetic potentials
a machine with an evolution-induced persistent illusion of a consistent self
And now semi aware of the death of a self that never was,
This temporal construct mourns for something it never had
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This temporal construct mourns for something it never had.
ReplyDeleteI have used that line in several poems as well, though not in that exact wording. For the people, countries, cities, experiences, I have not yet had, but might have had.