Montag, 9. Januar 2012

Fast schon Husserlisch

Walking through crowds of people I often look at one or another person and wonder whether they are in any way like me. I only see shells. Never what is inside them. So how could I be sure of them being individuals with consciousnesses at all? I just have to assume it. But I still do try to put myself in their places and imagine what they're thinking. What do they see when looking around? How do their surroundings look to them? Are the colours the same? Do they look at the same people I would look at? Do they look at me wondering the same things? Do they even notice me? But given the choice to stay myself or become someone else I would still prefer to stay myself.

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