Surreal Sunday

Personal Identity.


What is it that makes us, “us”?  What is it that makes us feel like there is a continuity of the self through time?  
Are mind and body separate entities intimately connected or is the mind just another function of the body?
Is personal identity just a product of our memories and experiences and personality or is there something else?  

Some people experience the self as a novel, with a continuous narrative.  For others is more like a collection of short stories, different although connected by a running theme.  For others the self is the narrator, the spectator that looks down on the protagonist of a slightly bemusing puppet show.