At the beginning of the internet in the 1980s (mass access anyway) I had started an online persona. It was as though I was a no more than the digital bits. The possibility was that the physical body was of little consequence.
Living online from the 90s my wellbeing deteriorated. Dislocated, I felt lost and insubstantial.
It was during this time that I began to truly ask who or what I am. Is it my body and/or my mind that is the real me? Or is it neither?
Trying all options, I have, by process of elimination, narrowed it down to this — the body plays a huge part as to who and what I am.
The mind supervenes to the body. No body, no mind. No mind, dead body. The mind does not go somewhere at death. It ceases to exist. More accurately, when the physical process ends, being alive ends. The implication is that what we call a mind does not exist as such but is a process of an object, this particular object, the body.
There was an experiment once that tried to observe the change of weight at death as the soul leaves, effectively trying to give the soul a quantitative number. As expected no change was observed. It is like the weight of an appliance with and without the power on.
Some argue that our ability to measure this is simply not sensitive enough. Or it could be it just isn’t there. Given the evidence, the body is more real than the mind. And the mind needs the body to exist.
I play a game of tennis. I do not think a game of tennis.