Letter from a sixteen-year-old boy, on a spinning marble in a lonely corner of the Universe.
I always like to start a philosophical conversation with a story to set the tone. Said story tends to be about a debate I had with my IB psychology teacher. I’m an aspiring neuroscientist, here to poke at your brain and confine my view of YOU to it. I’m a reductionist; that is the goal of science. She on the other hand is concerned for the mental wellbeing of all other immediate parties conce...