Phi: A Voyage from the Brain to the Soul

by Giulio Tononi

What is, is what can be perceived. Reality is only made of pure experience. The brain can hold the sky because it can beget the soul, and when a soul is born, a universe is delivered.

Flesh could give rise to flesh, an earthly embrace could grow new seeds, it was a marvel, but it was not a miracle. How could mere matter generate mind?

You are but a slave chained to a dying machine. Over it you have no power, and its end will be your end. It will be the end of an illusion.

The Astonishing Hypothesis: The Scientific Search for the Soul

Try to read this

“Woman, nobody can resurrect if the brain is dead. There is nobody there, woman, nobody is home.”

Et in Arcadia ego (Arcadian Shepherds), very much the ideal painting of an idea.