Chapter VIII: Dispassionate | The Philosophy Of Science by Steven Gussman [1st Edition]
“My parents died years ago. I was very close to them. I still miss them terribly. I know I always will. I long to believe that their essence, their personalities, what I loved so much about them, are – really and truly – still in existence somewhere... I know how much I want to believe that my parents have just abandoned the husks of their bodies, like insects or snakes molting, and gone somewhere else. I understand that those very feelings might make me easy prey even for an unclever con, or for normal people unfamiliar with their unconscious minds, or for those suffering from dissociative psychiatric disorder. Reluctantly, I rouse some reserves of ...