Pencils Falling to the Floor
Last night while I slept I dreamed a dream. And in my dream I saw myself approach two men engaged in a lively conversation. The name of one was Christian. The other was Sam. The conversation had apparently been going on for some time. This is what I heard: “Yes, that’s what I said before. That’s all there is, just matter and energy. No spirit, no soul, no god, just matter and energy. If it’s not a physical entity it doesn’t exist.” “Does your mind exist?” Christian asked. “Of course,” Sam said. “I have a brain, just as you do.” “I didn’t ask if you had a brain . I asked if you had a mind .” “My mind is a function of my brain.” “And your brain is a physical thing?” “Yes.” “Gray matter, electrical impulses, and chemical reactions?” “Yes, but it’s very complicated, you know. Scientists have been studying the brain for a long time.” “And there is nothing about the mind that is not rooted in the physical organ of the brain?” “No. No soul, if that’s what you’re asking. All there is is matter