Only illusion is real, then.

“But the soul? How can the soul be an illusion? How can consciousness be just a mechanical play of atoms and molecules? Because I may be mistaken about what I see or feel or think or wish, but that I see, feel, think, or wish cannot be mistaken. I thought I was in the monastery of my youth, and I was mistaken, as I was having a dream. I may be having a dream now and be mistaken again. The world, myself, all life, all history, and all science may well be images and thoughts happening in a dream. But the dream itself is real. My consciousness, whether I am dreaming or awake, is real. If consciousness is an illusion, then only illusion is real, and the rest is conjecture. There is no explaining consciousness by atoms and the void.”

 – Phi by Guilio Tononi.

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Chained to an Illusion.

“You are sure your will is powerful, your choices are guided by your conscience. Instead you are a mere servant of hordes of nerve cells – you follow their instructions to the letter, Frick had said. You are empty, Galileo, and have no spirit: nothing enters your immature body at conception, and nothing leaves your carcass at death. You are but a slave chained to a dying machine. Over it you have no power, and its end will be your end. It will be the end of an illusion.”

– Phi by Guilio Tononi.

The Sin of Projection.

“You know the sin I am speaking of – the same as when one falls in love: all men desire beauty, virtue, and grace. Just give a man the right time, when certain humors are receptive, a specimen of woman – a sketch that’s rough and draw – he’ll dress it head to toe with all his wishes, virtues that don’t exist but in imagination.”

– Phi by Guilio Tononi.