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One of the hardest things to describe or to be properly aware of is what it feels like to be inside our own minds.

The second-by-second flow of images, words, feelings, and sounds inside our heads that philosophers call our Consciousness is teeming with activity. All day, this consciousness is filled with a tangle of material that flashes by an observing eye so fast and in such a multi-layered and dense array; we can generally only rest and focus on a minuscule part of what is before us. There are waves of sensations, fog-banks of moods, collisions of ideas, and swirls of associations and impressions.

Consciousness doesn’t just unfold on a single cinema screen of the mind either.

We can think of it more like a multi, multi-plex where a dozen or more moods and emotions are projected at once in a fractured collection of images, reminiscent of a puzzling collage of Avant Garde videos. Most of what we have felt and have been will disappear before it can ever be held and examined. Furthermore, little of the richness of consciousness ever makes it out into public discussion.

When we open our mouths and tell other people, for example, what we think or how we’re feeling, we have no option but to radically simplify the nature of experience, like a journalist filing a 100-word piece on a battle or political revolution to an indifferent, domestic audience a continent away.

We might say we’ve had a “quiet day so far” or are “fairly cheerful at the moment.” And a generous social code means we don’t remind one another of what an inaccurate portrait this must necessarily be.

Part of the reason why we’re not quite aware of the true nature of consciousness is the fault of literature.

In most of the novels we read, characters are attributed an utterly implausible yet superficially beguiling clarity of mental functioning. For example, the influential 19th Century English novelist Anthony Trollope liked to offer his readers a snapshot of what was supposed to be going on in his characters’ heads.

In his novel Phineas Finn, a man is elected to parliament, and Trollope describes him traveling by train to the capital to take up his post and musing moodily on his political prospects.

He had many serious, almost solemn thoughts on his journey to London. He wondered if he would make a failure of the great matter he had taken in hand. He could not but tell himself that the chances were twenty to one against.

Now that he looked at it, the difficulties loomed larger than ever!

Trollope gives us the sincere impression that this really is how human beings think when they sit down on trains and consider their futures.

The sort of novels that Trollope wrote have even been described as extremely “realistic”. And yet the problem is that, of course, no human who has ever existed actually thinks or feels remotely like this.

It took until the early 20th Century for writers to focus on and respond to this foreshortening.

In 1918, in his great novel Ulysses, the Irish writer James Joyce, for the first time, made the move of putting a kind of microphone inside his characters’ minds to pick up on what became known as: ‘The Stream of Consciousness’. It sounded radically different from anything Trollope or past novelists had ever described.

At one point in Ulysses, we hear the stream of consciousness of a heroine Molly as she lies in bed beside her husband Bloom in the middle of the night.

Is he dreaming? Am I in it? He smells of some kind of drink not whiskey perhaps the sweet kind of paste they put posters up with. I’d like to sip green and yellow expensive drinks staged or Johnny’s drink. I tasted one with my finger dipped out of that American that had the squirrel. He must have eaten oysters. I never in all my life felt anyone had one the size of that to make you feel fuller. What’s the idea of making us like that with a big hole in the middle. I hate people who come at all hours, answer the door and you’re all undressed.

We come to know more about our own consciousness via Joyce’s unusual portrait of Molly’s.

Like ours, Molly’s mind moves extremely fast from one topic to another. At one moment she’s thinking about liqueurs, then about an American she met at the theater, then a second later she’s wondering if her husband’s been eating oysters. Then she thinks about his penis. Then she wonders about her own body. Then gets irked by the idea of people coming around to the house when she’s not ready to open the door.

There’s no dominant central theme that gets carefully explored.

Despite the monstrous complexity, Ulysses, arguably, still amounts to a radical simplification of the true nature of experience. After all, the novel exists only as words, whereas our real stream of consciousness includes a disjointed and random streaming of films and pictures. Images constantly flit across consciousness. Sometimes we’ll see something extraordinarily specific, a door handle from 27 years ago or an image of a boat on a canal in Western France or remember looking out of a train on a journey through Germany, but there’ll be no further details or real sense as to why this has come into our heads right now.

Nevertheless, Joyce’s work is hugely significant because it helps us to start to see what we’re up against when we try to understand our own minds.

It is not a case of just opening up a hatch and finding a welter of well-formulated thoughts. When we turn our attention to ourselves, we won’t be able to locate crystalline attitudes and precise ideas. We will discover only chaos and illusive thoughts.

More significantly, it’s from this prime-evil mulch that we will have to assemble the solid and serious plans we need to navigate through existence.

We have to decide: What we care about? How we should direct our lives? Who we should try to be? Knowing more about the stream of consciousness prepares us for the work that we have to do to pull out from the stream, the decent and accurate thoughts we need.

The mind won’t automatically yield clear answers when we ask ourselves what we think or where we might direct our energies.

There can naturally be a temptation to avoid the hard work, and there are some alternatives to proper introspection. Some of the content we hold in our minds is coherent and very easy to grasp, but it suffers from a marked drawback: it isn’t really ours. It’s second-hand, stale, and a derivative bank of ideas and plans. We have certain notions in our heads that come not from our deeper resources of feeling and intuition but from what we have sucked in uncritically from outside, from what we’ve read in the newspaper or heard about from parents or friends.

These are our received ideas.

We don’t need to think hard at all to regurgitate them. They’re just waiting in prepackaged form in the reception room of our minds. And yet, it’s only the thoughts and feelings that are originally unprocessed that come from the caverns in ourselves that are the ones richest in information. Even if they’re also, painfully, the hardest to make sense of.

Knowing a little more about the stream of consciousness shows us that our brains are a more delicate, messier organ than we’re normally allowed to imagine.

Many of the introspective tasks we set ourselves turn out to be more fiddly and are going to need more resources than we typically allow for. Yet the rewards for mastering introspection correctly are immense. For it’s by becoming experts in our own streams of consciousness that we have the chance truly to understand who we are. and thereby to align our lives with the way we really feel and with the goals that can truly satisfy us when we reach them.

Exploring the Unseen World Within Us

In our relentless daily grind, we often gloss over one of the most enigmatic aspects of human existence—the hidden landscape of our minds.

This inner realm is where thoughts, emotions, and sensations intertwine in an endless dance, yet it remains a domain we rarely delve into deeply.

Imagine our consciousness as a bustling multiplex cinema.

Where a myriad of emotions and moods are simultaneously projected onto the screen of our awareness. This mental landscape is a place of constant motion—sensations ebb and flow, moods fluctuate, ideas clash, and associations weave together into a complex tapestry.

However, there's a twist: our focus can only capture a tiny slice of this mental cacophony at any moment.

Our consciousness operates like a rapid-fire slideshow, where each experience is fleeting, quickly replaced by the next. It's as if we're audience members in this cinema of the mind, struggling to keep pace with the torrent of thoughts and emotions.

When it comes to sharing this internal experience with others, the challenge becomes apparent.

How can we possibly articulate the full richness of our consciousness to someone else? We find ourselves simplifying, boiling down our complex inner world into bite-sized summaries, much like a journalist forced to condense a complex story into a brief news article for a distant, disinterested audience.

The literary world often mirrors this dilemma.

Novels typically portray characters with a mental clarity that feels almost supernatural. Consider the works of Anthony Trollope, a 19th-century English novelist known for his seemingly clear-sighted characters who reflect on their life decisions with a precision that most of us can scarcely claim.

Trollope's narratives, filled with characters pondering their choices with great solemnity and coherence, might captivate us but don't quite mirror the fragmented, nuanced nature of real human thought.

It wasn't until the early 20th century that literature began to truly grapple with the complexities of human consciousness.

James Joyce, in his seminal work 'Ulysses,' introduced what he called 'The Stream of Consciousness.' This was a revolutionary attempt to capture the unfiltered, frenetic thoughts of his characters.

In 'Ulysses,' we are plunged into the stream of consciousness of Molly as she lies beside her husband at night.

Her thoughts dart erratically from one subject to another—drinks, oysters, body image, the irritation of unexpected visitors—emulating the real pace and randomness of human thought. There’s no central theme, just a whirlwind of fleeting ideas and sensations.

Joyce’s pioneering narrative reminds us that our consciousness is a chaotic, ever-changing landscape.

It’s a realm where random images and brief memories flicker across our mental screen—vivid yet disjointed, like pieces of a puzzle without a clear picture.

Understanding the true nature of our consciousness is no easy task.

It isn't simply a matter of opening a compartment to reveal neatly arranged thoughts and feelings. Instead, we must wade through a tumultuous sea of chaos to unearth the insights we seek.

As we turn our introspective gaze inward, we find that clear answers and crystalline ideas are not readily forthcoming.

The mind offers a maze of elusive thoughts and emotions, challenging us to find our way.

Yet, this chaotic mental mulch is precisely where we must cultivate our deepest insights and most thoughtful plans.

Amidst this inner turmoil, we must discern our true priorities, direct our lives, and define who we aspire to be.

Occasionally, we might be tempted to bypass the rigorous demands of deep introspection.

Instead, we might find ourselves echoing received ideas—thoughts absorbed from external sources without critical evaluation. These ideas are easily accessed and discussed, but they lack the authenticity and depth of the thoughts and feelings that stem from our innermost selves.

The real gems are those raw, unprocessed thoughts and emotions that originate from deep within us.

Though they may be challenging to decipher, they hold the richest insights into our identity.

By exploring our stream of consciousness, we uncover the intricate and messy nature of our brains.

This journey through our inner landscape is not straightforward—it demands patience and a willingness to navigate complex pathways.

However, the rewards of mastering this art of introspection are immense.

By becoming adept at understanding our own streams of consciousness, we gain a profound comprehension of ourselves. This alignment with our genuine feelings and aspirations enables us to live lives of deeper fulfillment and purpose.

So, let us embrace the journey of introspection, a path laden with the potential for significant self-discovery and personal evolution.

It's a voyage that promises to deepen our understanding of who we are and the choices we make, enriching our lives in ways we might never have imagined.