The older I get, the more certain I become that the primary role of our minds is to persuade and seduce our selves. Consider all the alluring narratives we construct about our past, present and future. Think about how we selectively process the feedback from reality. Wonder about our mind’s ability to create a connection between any two disparate points. Or, it could be that as I get older, my mind is becoming more adept, first, at discerning my wants and needs, and second, at ensuring they are met, either in truth or in an illusory fashion.
The mind is a labyrinth, easy to get lost amongst. Especially, when it conflates impression with reality. For example, we tend to believe that we are what we think. If I have thoughts of jealousy and anger, I must be a jealous and angry person. If I think like a liberal—whatever that means—I must be a liberal. It’s not true, though. We are not what we think. Or, phrased more enigmatically, sound is not what we hear. How can it be when the very cells in our body are entirely replaced, over and over again? How can it be when between our selves and reality there is a barrier of remarkably flexible permeability?