Rambling on Identity

I once wrote that the reason I don’t pay more attention to my body is because I don’t want to know. I don’t want my organs to have opinions. I don’t want to be responsible for knowing I am causing them harm. I am offended by the idea that they have any degree of sentience or autonomy, I admit it. This is an “identity challenge” for me. It is much easier to think of my body as biologically alive but metaphysically inert — or as some aliens in ST:TNG once put it, “ugly sacks of mostly water.”

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