The Mind and the Brain: Being the Authorised Translation of L'Âme et le CorpsBinet, Alfred
Philosophy
The Mind and the Brain: Being the Authorised Translation of L'Âme et le Corps
Binet, Alfred
Mind and body
The definition I have given of consciousness is the implied
condemnation of the above ideas. Consciousness, being nothing but an
act of revelation, has neither a within nor a without; it does not
correspond to a special domain which would be an inner one with regard
to another domain.
Every consideration on the position of things is borrowed from the
sphere of the object, and remains foreign to the sphere of the
consciousness. It is by an abuse of language that we speak of the
outer world in relation to the world of consciousness, and it is pure
imagination on the part of philosophers to have supposed that our
sensations are first perceived as internal states and states of
consciousness, and are subsequently projected without to form the
outer world. The notion of internal and external is only understood
for certain objects which we compare by position to certain others.
In fact, we find that the opposition between an external and an
internal series is generally founded on two characteristics: sensation
is considered external in relation to the idea, and an object of
cognition is considered as internal when it is accessible only to
ourselves. When these two characteristics are isolated from each
other, one may have doubts; but when they co-exist, then the
outwardness or inwardness appears fully evidenced. We see then that
this distinction has nothing to do with the value of consciousness,
and has nothing mental about it.
It is thus that our ideas are judged from internal events. It is our
microcosm opposed to the macrocosm. It is the individual opposed to
the social. Looking at an external object, we remain in communion with
our fellows, for we receive, or think we receive, identical
sensations. At all events, we receive corresponding sensations. On the
other hand, my thought is mine, and is known to me alone; it is my
sanctuary, my private closet, where others do not enter. Every one can
see what I see, but no one knows what I think.
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