One night at dinner, on a whim, I asked my 4-year-old daughter where her "self" was. Smiling, Adele thumped herself vigorously in the center of her chest, which surprised me. First of all, my self is definitely in my head. I've got a little homunculus sitting behind my eyes, running the whole show, like Captain Kirk on the bridge of the Enterprise. Secondly, how could she answer such an abstract, metaphysical question so easily? It was as if I had asked her whether she liked ice cream. Is it really that intuitive that our selves should be located at a single point within our bodies?
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