Who Am I?

Who am I?

This is a philosophical question.

In song, The Who asked ‘Who are You’? Black Uhuru asked ‘What is Life’? Frank Zappa said, ‘Help I’m a rock.’

Some of you have pondered this question, I’m sure. Others think it is silly because it has no set answer.

As some of you know, I have Lewy Body dementia. My brain neurons are dying, being killed over time by excess  proteins. There is no known cure and its cause is unknown. But it’s the second leading cause of dementia after Alzheimer’s.

So the question for me is pertinent .

As I have written earlier I am literally, albeit slowly, losing my mind. Does that mean every day I am a little less of myself? Or that I am myself at all?

What if my perception of myself is widely different from what others see. It could be a horror movie: ‘Invasion of the Alpha-synuclein Proteins.’

David Hume

Justin Caouette posting on the blog A Philosopher’s Take, asks if we rip a page out of a book, is it the same book? How about a chapter? How about if you blot every word out with Wite-Out?

Philosopher David “Hume says that all that “we” are is a bundle of perceptions at any given reference point, according to Caouette. “The ‘self’ for Hume, when perceived as something fixed through time, is an illusion. Strict identity claims are simply false when talking about ourselves as persisting through time. The bundle of perceptions changes with each experience, therefore, there is no one enduring ‘self’ that persists through each experience.”

So minute by minute we change. But is he saying we are not who we are two minutes earlier? Yes and no. I think.

Here’s more; “When I say “I will go home in an hour” I’m referring to the bundle of perceptions that is related by past experiences to the bundle that will walk out the door. I may be wrong in my claim that ‘I’ will leave in an hour (I may take longer or turn in sooner, but, I will leave at some point),  the ‘I’ is simply a quick and fast way of identifying who will walk out the door.”

So I’m following this, sort of. He brings up Alzheimer’s (I wish Lewy Bodies would be mentioned in conjunction with Alzheimer’s as another leading cause of dementia.)

“One need not have a fixed memory or even a good one to be a person or a self on this account. This gets us around those who have Alzheimer’s. They are still persons on this view.”

That’s nice.

For me this is all a Catch-22 because I am actively losing the thing, my mind, which  interprets my perceptions, of which I am a downsizing ‘bundle of.’

I may soon  be asking ‘Who are you?’ to loved ones. But I won’t be meaning it in a philosophical way.

So before this part of me goes away, I am thinking a lot about who I am..

Will Durant, channeling Aristotle in his definitive ‘The Story of Philosophy’ said ‘we are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then is not an act but a habit.’

So who are you? Who am I?

Parent, weekend athlete, storyteller, son, daughter, music lover, prankster, hiker.

I do know this:

I am Lewy.

 

4 Replies to “Who Am I?”

  1. You are also: amazing editor, great boss, beloved friend, never alone, loved from near and far.

  2. Dear Mike,
    There are things you will forget if you live long enough.
    You may soon forget
    the words to The Star Spangled Banner
    how to spell
    (I before except after c)
    nine times eight.
    You will forget the names of things
    which is the red planet
    the one country that is a continent
    who wrote Moby Dick
    the capitol of Louisiana.

    Simple math will leave you:
    If someone is 2 years younger than you and you are 65,
    do you add 2 or subtract 2?

    The names of ordinary things
    will fly put the door
    even the names of people you know
    and know very well.

    Yet there are things you can stand to forget,
    things you can
    do without
    remembering:
    You will long remember
    how to belt out “Hambone”
    even with your eyes closed.
    You will remember how to laugh
    with Catherine,
    Hannah, Emily, and Claire
    hoop a basketball
    get into a groove
    love a woman
    read

    And you will remember far
    the language of smile
    the yes of touch
    the heartbeat of song.

    1. Mary you truly are a poet. Thank you for the words, which when put together artistically, as you do,can mean so much

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