That Thing Called Life

The person has become an entity with a replicated consciousness, someone who gets a mohawk haircut because on television someone got a mohawk haircut.

The problem has to do with the lack of confidence of the “self” in its own existence. The problem has to do with questions that don’t get asked. For example: From where does a thought come into consciousness? Why did a certain thought arise − and not another thought? Why do I assume “ownership” of a thought even though I did not import it?