Savater brings up a psychiatrist called Oliver Sacks, who wrote the book The Man who Mistook his Wife for a Hat. Savater clarifies that in this book a man named Thomson creates pasts for himself, as he suffered a desease, errasing all his memories. This could sound weird, because we never think about these types of situations, seeing them really far from us, but what if a common day you wake up the same.
I know I am Gaby, I know who I am, and I can tell you some experiences from what I have lived, I have a memory. All what I have lived, look like, feel, think, act, and so on are pieces of the whole I. But do I stop being me when these are gone? well possibly yes, in the way that if all those memories and experiences were took from me I would feel insecure of who I am, I may think for one second that everything is a lie, and that somebody is playing with me.
I don't rely so much on things I don't achieve by myself. Similarly, if a guy comes to your house and begins to tell you what should be your life and other experiences you supposedly had, then you would not coincide with him, and firmly answer I KNOW FOR SURE THAT'S NOT ME!
I am me because of what I am aware of, because of all those tiny little details whichever assembly to my individual, to my person.
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Very well thought. I must admit I myself haven't looked deep into your point of view before. Maybe just a couple times actually.
ResponderEliminarI agree with you in the whole not relying on things I haven't achieved myself, and just like you, I sometimes like to think of myself as a whole that has been composed by all those little details you mention.
Good post! I like your exploration of how dependent we are on our memories of ourselves, to define ourselves.
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