There are two of us here, we,
The lump of flesh and the
whatjacallit
soul, consciousness, sentience
and we battle it out daily.
Something tells me the lump always wins
but lets the thinker rationalize
whatever it decides.
Which is our better nature?
The thinker thinks it’s him
but then he’s the one
doing the thinking.
Maybe the fallacy is
that we are two of us here.
You see anyone else
in the room?
