Julian Jaynes's book "The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind," has a lot of good parts.
We've taken ONLY those good parts while ELIMINATING the bad parts, the boring parts, etc.
Instead of reading nearly 500 pages, this...
O, what a world of unseen visions and heard silences, this insubstantial country of the mind!
What ineffable essences, these touchless rememberings, and unshowable reveries!
And the privacy of it all!
A secret theater of speechless monologue and prevenient counsel, an invisible mansion of all moods, musings, and mysteries, an infinite resort of disappointments and discoveries.
A whole kingdom where each of us reigns reclusively alone, questioning what we will, commanding what we can.
A hidden hermitage where we may study out the troubled book of what we have done and yet may do.
An introcosm that is more myself than anything I can find in a mirror.
This consciousness that is my self of selves, that is everything, and yet nothing at all -- what is it?
And where did it come from?
And why?
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Despite centuries of pondering and experiment, few questions have endured longer or traversed a more perplexing history than this, the problem of consciousness and its place in nature.
Julian Jaynes. The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind. (1)
