05 march 2019
I was crossing the street today and I saw a truck driver texting. So, this person is hurtling towards the marked pedestrian crossing at 50 km/h and he is looking at his phone. My first thought was the amount of insurance money I could get by starting to cross; he would definitely hit me and it would either be easy money or death.
Not like I care about my body, right?
Then I realised that my body hasn't ever done anything bad to me, and it doesn't deserve to be hurt because of me.
What is me? Is "me" the brain? Just the consciousness merely piloting the meaty bits? Who knows.