The experience of music is just like thought. Everything can be reduced to cellular transmissions. You get cut or poisoned or a headache – cells to the rescue. We have an intelligence program running that determines what to do or what not to do. Cells have to respond and make decisions all the time. We fool ourselves looking in the mirror and thinking that is us because none of the parts we view are what we call I. Eyes, nose, hair – just parts. “I” – just brain activity located in the prefrontal cortex.
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After a leucotomy, the human is still alive and the cellular activity of the brain continues to take care of the liver, kidneys, heart-beating, continues to react to illness. But the part that says “Me” is gone because that’s where it was located. “I” is just brain activity. It would be more accurate when admiring oneself in the mirror to imagine the brain’s frontal lobes behind the skull. That’s why for many of us music is mystical because it is a reflection of us, pretending to exist when it doesn’t.