I Am a Strange Loop

by Douglas R. Hofstadter

I have learned that very often, wonderfully complex structures and patterns come to exist on the screen whose origins are, to human viewers, utterly opaque.

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indeed, it is out of a dense fabric of a myriad of invisible, throwaway analogies no grander than these that the vast majority of our rich mental life is built.

All of this suggests that each of us is a bundle of fragments of other people’s souls, simply put together in a new way.