Another Thought

S ounds like a tricky place to start, for this opinion piece will also be subject to any critical analysis of opinions done here, putting its credibility at risk. Supposing that such would only improve the quality of the exposition, this should be an interesting exercise. Why then do opinions deserve this author’s great opinion, one might ask. This piece is an attempt to rationalize an activity we perform day in day out. On matters of weather to western civilization, opinions fill our mental landscape every day. Where do they come from? How is it that it takes us such little time to comment on pretty much everything? Such indulgence on the brain’s ability is beyond the author’s capacity. A better line of questioning might be to ask why we do it. After all, our lay opinions serve little purpose, don’t they? Our opinions on government will most likely not affect policy, our views on history will not change the facts, nor will Jose Mourinho change his team formation even if I disagre...

So who am I? Am I my body and face? Clearly, if someone changed my hands for a pair of robotic arms, it wouldn't make much of a difference would it? If my legs were replaced with that of a dog, I would definitely feel bad about it, but I would still be there. Am I the face? If they changed my face, oh I would feel quite weird. The face is a big marker of who I am perhaps. I would not recognize myself. I would say "Oh fuck, I look different now"! But that would still be me, after all, I am still Annapragada Krishna Prasanth. What if my name was changed? Well people have many names you see. But if essentially my name were changed, to say 'Rahul Modi', I would feel quite weird and perhaps laugh, but it would still be me wouldn't I. If I am not my name, not my face, not my body, the who am I?  Such a weird question to ask. Who am I. I am not my face, I am not my name, I am not my body. I am more than all of this. I am something behind my eyes I suppose, someth...