“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.
“But then he knew nothing was gained – for how could the brain generate the soul? A woman can beget a child, and that was wondrous enough. But the child’s brain was the true father of the soul, the one who could engender consciousness, giving birth to it every time it woke, or every time it dreamed. Flesh could give rise to flesh, an earthly embrace could grow new seeds, it was a marvel, but it was not a miracle. How could mere matter generate mind? It was a mystery, stranger than an immaculate conception, an impossibility that defied belief. Perhaps there was a special part of the brain, an inner sanctum where consciousness’s conception was celebrated. Perhaps there was a pivot point where transubstantiation could transpire, not from bread to body, but from brain to soul.”
– Phi by Giulio Tononi.
“Dull is the brain, its center thin, and shadows only come together there; but the soul, the soul wants more than just a place to dwell – the soul is not a point at all.”
– Phi (The Dream of Galileo) by Giulio Tononi.