Many of us hold a folk view of consciousness that is not true but is
compelling because of how it feels—we feel as though there is a little version
of ourselves inside our heads, telling us what is going on in the world and
reminding us to take out the trash on Mondays. A more elaborated version of
the myth goes something like this: There’s a miniature version of us inside
our heads, sitting in a comfortable chair, looking at multiple television
screens. Projected on the screens are the contents of our consciousness—the
external world that we see and hear, its tactile sensations, smells, and tastes—
and the screens also report our internal mental and bodily states: I’m feeling
hungry now, I’m too hot, I’m tired. We feel that there is an internal narrator of
our lives up here in our heads, showing us what’s going on in the outside
world, telling us what it all means, and integrating this information with
reports from inside our body about our internal emotional and physical states.
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