I know we’ve discussed this at least several times before on the board, but I was pondering the nature of consciousness again the other day(or was it me at all? - read on).
There is this sense of ‘me’ that I instinctively feel would not be carried over if you created an exact copy of me (with some fictional teleportation device that doesn’t destroy the original); this is easy to imagine - zap! and there’s another person here in the room, he completely believes they are me, but I am still here, I don’t experience what he does, so I am still me, the other is just a new individual under the entirely convincing illusion that he is me.
What is the difference? I don’t know and it seems that there would be no observable difference, yet you’d never convince me to step into a transporter (if such a thing existed) that worked on the principle of killing me and making an exact duplicate. (think of it this way: you step into the booth, you are scanned, there is an interval and a message pops up on the screen “duplication successful, preparing to destroy original” - that’s not me moving through space, that’s me dying and an impostor (albeit an innocent one) being put in my place.
So what is it that makes me me? - when I awake each morning, I am still me, but I wouldn’t know if I wasn’t; perhaps what actually awakes each morning is a new being suffering from the totally convincing illusion that he is me.
There’s probably nothing particularly new here, but I can’t see a way to resolve it without starting to involve something like a soul… (not that I think this is a particularly strong argument for the existence of supernatural stuff…).
What makes me me and how can I tell that I am the same being that I was yesterday or ten years ago?