Anything But That
Do we derive from a Frankenstein chemical soup?
It appears that I may be the product of blind evolution. From a Frankenstein chemical soup to amoeba, mud skipper, squirrel, ape, to me. A fortunate or unfortunate combination of chemicals and events. My sense of being a person is nothing more than a trick of my complex chemical constitution, and consciousness is an emergent property that facilitates successful world navigation; otherwise, it would not be needed. I am a conscious grub with a wholly illusory sense of self. Such would be the “scientific” account of things. Is it correct? As far as it goes, it is correct, and at least it does not enter the domain of spiritual and religious happy-ever-after stories.