The Origin of Conciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind
By Julian James
Oh, What a world of unseen visions and heard silences, this insubstantial country of the mind! What ineffable essences, these touchless rememberings and unshowable reveries! And the privacy of it all! A secret theatre of speechless monologue and preveniant counsel, an invisible mansion of all moods, musings, and mysteries, and infinite resort of dissapointments and discoveries. A whole kingdom where each of us reigns reclusively alone, questioning what we will, commanding what we can. A hidden hermitage where we may study out the troubled book of what we have done and yet may do. An introcosm that is more myself than anything I can find in a mirror. This conciousness that is myself of selves, that is everything, and yet nothing at all.
What is it? And where did it come from? And Why?
