Whenever I sleep, there’s a disconnect of consciousness. That is, that version of my consciousness dies in some definition and a new version wakes up. This is literally true, because I know for a fact my brain undergoes changes while I’m sleeping. So I die every night I sleep and a new version takes my place. This new version feels like a continuation of myself, but it’s not.
This digs into what consciousness is. The sense of self that humans have is still not fully understood by science, and we still don’t really know what it even is. I think an interesting theory is that consciousness is some form of self-attention. There’s more I could talk about with this, but I’ll save it for a future post. When I think, I’m really choosing what to think about. Everything comes down to what I pay attention to, and consciousness could simply be an extension of that to my own thought processes.
This is also interesting because I pride myself on my ability to pay attention to my own thoughts. Trading as an occupation requires a person to be intimately familiar with my own biases and tendencies, but I’ve had this notion since high school. I don’t think people inspect their own thoughts very well, let alone have the ability to change them the way I try to.