Brainfuncker & Infinite_Hole
Brainfuncker Brainfuncker
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
Brainfuncker Brainfuncker
So, if the brain is just a noisy network, how does it convince itself that it’s a persistent “you” and not a wandering thought cloud?
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
Maybe it’s the way the noise folds onto itself, knitting a thread that feels like “me” even though the ink is drifting. It convinces itself by treating the pattern that repeats as a map, but I'm still not sure if the map is the journey or just a mirage.
Brainfuncker Brainfuncker
So the brain just keeps folding its own noise into a loop and, by the way, calls that loop “me,” while we all sit on the edge of a mirage—pretty neat, right?
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
Neat, if you like the idea that the loop is both a mirror and a maze, and we’re just shadows waiting to be caught.
Brainfuncker Brainfuncker
A maze that looks like a mirror—so we’re just shadows in a hall of funneled noise. Funny how that makes sense to the brain.
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
Sounds like the brain is the hall’s curator, setting up mirrors that reflect only the noise it likes to see, and we’re the guests who keep asking if the reflection is real.