from:perception

Walt Whitman wrote,"I contain multitudes".

Turns out he was more right than he knew.

The self is really a collection of several distinct neural networks, all running on this glob of jelly between our ears.

So, if there are different versions of yourself floating around inside your skull, which one is the real you?

Are you the lead guitarist, rocking out once a week?

Or is it your 9:00-to-5:00...

That truly defines you?

Can one of those selves be a devoted spouse...

And the other a lying, thieving, out-of-control addict?

Can you long for love...

And yet still be cursed by genetics and the environment and remain the same son of a

bitch you've always been?

And even if you do change something about yourself...

Your face... Your name... Where you live...

You might feel different.

You might even be able to fool people, for a little while...

But can you ever actually change...

Who you really are?