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Who am I? What am I?

A look at the mind-body problem from a personal perspective.

I've often wondered "Who am I?"; Or better yet, "What am I?" Or even "Where am I?" Is my mind a thing separate from my body? Or is it part of my body somewhere in my brain? What is the substance of "me?"

Surely many great intellects have pondered this question. Indeed, it's that old mind-body problem. (Also see mind, Daniel Dennett, and Michael Gazzaniga.)

Well, it seems fairly certain that where "I" am is in my head somewhere. Why? Because I know that my consciousness can be affected by physical things happening to my head, like by getting conked on the cranium. I also know that impaired mental functions and personality changes have been demonstrated to be cerebral anomalies; that is, brain dysfunctions such as Parkinson's, dementia, and strokes. Personality, emotion, mood, memory... the things that make up "me"... all can be affected by trauma, illness, drugs, diet, and even age. Brain surgery also can show the physical link between a skull's gray-matter and the mind. So my consciousness most certainly is between my ears, somewhere in the brain.

And, since "I" can be absent in a dreamless sleep or under anesthesia or during amnesia, even though my brain is still working, I have to wonder what happened to "me." When I am unconscious, "I" seem to be missing. Time can pass without me living through it. Since "I" can disappear and reemerge without my brain disappearing and reappearing, with no loss of bodily mass of any kind, it must be that "I" am not any kind of brain matter... or any kind of substance at all. My mind does not seem to be physical. In other words, "I" am not a "what." Yet, I know there is something worldly about my consciousness because physical trauma, disease and ingestion of drugs and alcohol can have noticeable affects on my thinking and awareness.

So I am in my head, but not any physical part of my head. Then how can "I" be not material, yet be affected by material things? Perhaps a clue lies in the fact that the focal awareness I call "me" is always in "now," constantly moving in time. My conscious existence rides on a string of instances, each with no noticeable duration. What I was a moment ago is no longer me, but merely a memory... and often not even that. I am in temporal motion on the arrow of time. Apparently, if time stopped, I would stop.

It looks like "I" exist in only one dimension... time. I am a sequence of events... like a story being told by a movie. The physical components of an old time film–the projector, the celluloid frames and screen–are not the story. Likewise, my brain, or any part of it is not the thinking "me." Also, no set of the individual frames of the movie reel are the story, just like no prior or future moments in my life are "me." It's the continuous process of projecting consecutive movie frames on a screen that gives existence to the intangible story. In fact, the story only exists over time as an artifact of the physical process of movie showing. Likewise, my consciousness exists, derives duration, from the physical activity in my brain. In other word, stop the movie and the story stops. Stop my brain activity (or some part of it) and I stop.

So, "I" am not substance, either physical or spiritual. "I" am a process, an action, a happening, a series of mental events. "I" exist like a song being sung, like a book being read, like action seen on a screen. I am the integrating of sensations with experiences. "I" am the action of instinct and intent. "I" am perceiving and introspecting. I am NOT an entity that thinks, remembers, designs, plans, imagines – I am those actions themselves... moment after moment. "I" am not a human being... but rather I am being human. My mind does not move about in three dimensional space, but rather along a single dimension—the arrow of time. The awareness I call "me" is not object, but action.

I am a procession of actions that incrementally construct my perspective of reality with me at the center of it. That is, the objects and events surrounding my body's travel through time create a self-centered focus... an illusion of substance I call ego, mind, self... me.

So it seems to me to talk about the mind-body problem makes as much sense as talking about the music-piano problem, or the travel-car problem.