Eric Pan

There’s a trick of language, starting with “I am”, conflating the observer with the inhabitant of this body, but the choice can be unchosen at will.

It’ll get you funny looks, but “I is” and “Today’s I finds the afternoon fresh as a peach” are perfectly valid expansions of thought.

Further, “I” can pluck consciousness out from anything, anywhere, anywhen, including from consciousness itself (an infinite glob of play-doh that, divided into pieces, no matter how small, still stays interconnected), like placing a camera, every possible location and angle fair game, even across dimensions, with absolute freedom to decide conditions and interpret footage.

Consciousness is clay; we’re all sculptors.

[excerpt 16 dec 2025]

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