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To: Ilaine who wrote (29894)	6/25/1999 12:49:00 AM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (1) of 71178

>Isn't the "soup" what's in the blood and the lymph? Maybe, I'll concede for the sake of the argument(see, this is really left-brained) that the neurotransmitters are "soup."< Good, cuz I'm interpreting the "soup" metaphor in terms of interneural chemical signals. The two metaphors relate to structure and function - both of which are different facets of the working device (the CNS). I chose neuroanatomy for the sake of terseness - certainly neurophysiology plays into it. But I'm implying the assumption that the soup function is built into the wiring - because it isn't ordinary binary wiring but also contains the production-and-regulation machinery for the chemical end. And the chemicals exert local, regional or global colorations imposed on the analog clicketyclack of the neurons firing. >Unless you mean, maybe, that "it" isn't "me" - that "me" is subject to "it" but "it" can change and "I" am always me.< What's on second!! I'm not sure I understood this last, but I'll toss caution to the winds and hazard a response. "It" (meat in structure and function) rules and encompasses "me" (mind and/or spirit). (Personal subjective opinion.) So I don't hold that I am always me - change It (like that train dude who took an iron bar through the prefrontal cortex and was transformed into ... someone else) and I change. Perhaps discontinuously. The grim lesson of depression and other affective disorders is that the mind (and thus to my carnocentric way of thinking, the soul) is ever hostage to the meat. I am my meat. The only way for me to transcend my meat is to persuade nonself meat to think my thoughts. With a well-written letter or a startlingly risqué post or a friendship gained. Or wife and children who are secure in my love, even if I'm in a jar on the mantel. Sooo ... if we weren't arguing and you weren't in a conceding disposition <grin> what would you say about soup?

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