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This is a must read for anyone interested in human nature. It was in Pinker's book, The Blank Slate that I was introduced to Francis Crick’s, The Astonishing Hypothesis. In the opening passage of Crick's book of the same name, he writes:
The Astonishing Hypothesis is that "You," your joys and your sorrows, your memories and your ambitions, your sense of personal identity and free will, are in fact no more than the behavior of a vast assembly of nerve cells and their associated molecules. As Lewis Carroll’s Alice might have phrased it: "You’re nothing but a pack of neurons." (p. 3)
Crick’s work, along with others who have refuted René Descartes’ mind-body dualism, suggest that there is no ghost in the machine. This was an epiphany for me. Crick's work, along with Pinker's excellent discussion, was the answer to the big question that I had for all of my life: Who am I?
How liberating it has been ever since reading Pinker and Crick to at least tentatively conclude that I am a glorified biological machine. This is not to say that I, like other humans, do not have the capability to "transcend" the confines of my body and strive for so-called spiritual endeavors, such as love, creativity, knowledge, and relationships.
Crick's hypothesis, as Pinker suggests, is astonishing because it may be true. I say it is also astonishing because if you take it seriously, it has the potential to produce pure amazement at the fact that you were born at all and to treasure every moment of consciousness.
The Astonishing Hypothesis is that "You," your joys and your sorrows, your memories and your ambitions, your sense of personal identity and free will, are in fact no more than the behavior of a vast assembly of nerve cells and their associated molecules. As Lewis Carroll’s Alice might have phrased it: "You’re nothing but a pack of neurons." (p. 3)
Crick’s work, along with others who have refuted René Descartes’ mind-body dualism, suggest that there is no ghost in the machine. This was an epiphany for me. Crick's work, along with Pinker's excellent discussion, was the answer to the big question that I had for all of my life: Who am I?
How liberating it has been ever since reading Pinker and Crick to at least tentatively conclude that I am a glorified biological machine. This is not to say that I, like other humans, do not have the capability to "transcend" the confines of my body and strive for so-called spiritual endeavors, such as love, creativity, knowledge, and relationships.
Crick's hypothesis, as Pinker suggests, is astonishing because it may be true. I say it is also astonishing because if you take it seriously, it has the potential to produce pure amazement at the fact that you were born at all and to treasure every moment of consciousness.