On the provenance of self

Physics holds us together, language defines our reality

There I am, hand on head. I’m angry. Or sad. I’m focusing my energy in the empty space between my sister and whoever belongs to that right hand.

Let’s look at my hand, clenched into a fist. There are creases in the skin, nails at the ends of my fingers, knuckles in the middle. It’s attached to my arm, which connects to my body.

Classical physics explains…