It appears to be an exciting read. Thanks for the heads up, Silenus. I grabbed the PDF and sent it to a Kindle.
Cream of Wheat has been my modern day miracle. Eating it always puts me in that sci-fi zone ...
I am finding existence extra creepy as of late, and the poor Beast that I am meets with nothing but complaints and hostility if it dare display its ill-temper. I know Hesse was reaching for philosophical autobiography with Steppenwolf, but I think we could use some fiction with Metzinger's theories mixed in the narrative.
It is sometimes frightening to witness the chaos of actual life undfolding, where we can be so far removed from past "intellectual projects," so overwhelmed with dealing with our own wounded and angry animal carcus.
Laying in the horizontal position, allowing the Beast Thing to groan, oftentimes consciousness finds peace. These little tricks are gold; but interpersonal relations are a disaster, something out of Kafka's nightmares. Even when I articulate my own deep understanding of my inner-hostility and "meanness" (to my aging mother), I get hit with guilt trips for the very meanness I am explaining. I like to eat my Cream of Wheat without her bombarding me over money-issues. My own private-inner Kafkian nightmare requires I stay abreast of the state of my own brain constantly. The Creature and Consciousness have to stay on the side of That Which Suffers Existence.
It is a relief to consider the possibility that our identities are fictions created by the organism-as-a-whole-in-environments, but I get a creepy feeling that those who control the masses would figure out ways of creating certain behaviors in classes of denizens in order to carry out their sinister plans.