Alternatively, the conscious observer simply interprets the surrounding chaos as ordered in some way. Despite the fact that I will be a pheasant tomorrow and I was a pushme-pullyou yesterday, I always perceive myself as the same continuous being.
Don’t people actually do this anyway? It’s called “storytelling”: the knack for finding meaning in the random series of events that is reality.
Alternatively, the conscious observer simply interprets the surrounding chaos as ordered in some way. Despite the fact that I will be a pheasant tomorrow and I was a pushme-pullyou yesterday, I always perceive myself as the same continuous being.
Don’t people actually do this anyway? It’s called “storytelling”: the knack for finding meaning in the random series of events that is reality.