A gazelle consumed by a lion becomes lion. Neurons under the complete control of hormones never have the experience of actually being thinking cells. They are slaves incapable of any action not dictated by their master.
“Pa, how do you ever escape from a fully closed system?”
“You don’t, you wise up.”
There is a normally unused area in the brain from which is perspective. The neurons there have such an extraordinary view, that questions of freedom vs confinement are forgotten. When you can actually see, it doesn’t matter where you are standing at the time. (A Tip: it cannot be however, anywhere in the second reality.)
Hormones can see things as they are but cannot speak, and if you rely on them totally for your neural fuel, a curious thing happens. They will give neurons a voice, but blind them to plain reality.
“Pa, if we are what we eat, what would happen if your neurons consumed your hormones in the area of the brain that produces consciousness? If you had thought eat feeling? What would that do?”
“Thought is already force-fed feeling, so the trick would be to get thought to eat feeling willfully, gobbling it up before it could be forced on it. Now that, my boy, would be a slight-of-cells, worthy to be called, magic.”
It is only the few with fully distilled consciousness who ever privately yell to themselves: “Who the hell am I working for any way?” To those whose eyes get opened, unquestionably, the funniest thing in the whole universe is: what they used to think/feel that they were, (like: asleep and intelligent).
J.