at a rate of change seemingly never unceasing within the span of one’s finite life. That is to say, in spite of any sense of ownership , belief in me is merely a recollection of impressions in perpetual flux amid a constant rate of change through time. Hence, I propose an idea of oneself that is illusory, or, in other words, a deception of nature. Let us consider such an argument in the following.
at a rate of change seemingly never unceasing within the span of one’s finite life. That is to say, in spite of any sense of ownership , belief in me is merely a recollection of impressions in perpetual flux amid a constant rate of change through time. Hence, I propose an idea of oneself that is illusory, or, in other words, a deception of nature. Let us consider such an argument in the following.