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Tuesday, 18 October 2016



What passes for a self is an inner personality, and it seems that there is not one but many of these, a sort of community that sincerely believes itself to be singular. The more thoughtful or responsible of these, answering to a managerial role and its duties, spend a lot of time wondering just how they could have done or said various things, how they could have missed seeing this and forgotten what they had resolved about that. They are puzzled as to how they could have been the character whose consequences they must now deal with when they remember only partially what that character felt like to be. It seems to them, that character being no other than themself, that their memory is faulty in not establishing more immediate lines of communication across time, so that when they come to act they will share, or at least be aware of, the perspective that they have when reflecting in the aftermath of action. A lot of talk is expended, and a lot of ink spilled, in the treatment of what ought perhaps be a politics or sociology of internal personae, of the part selves that make up our supposed self. The florid cases of multiple personality that we sometimes read about are only slightly more exaggerated versions of the condition that even the most integrated of us live. A lot depends on the kinds of relationships that prevail between these personages. As the multiple personality cases show us, they are generally aware of each other, even if they lack empathy or mutual memory and insight into internal states, and they are able to behave towards each other in various pro-social ways, making life easier or harder for their sequential stablemates. They can be helpful and harmonious in their internal relations and they can be bullies, and certainly both at the same time. What is striking is how little neurological or psychic investment is needed to maintain each one of these little selves. It is as if the activity of the mind is naturally expressed by overlapping patterns of circular ripples like the surface of a puddle in the rain.  

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