‘The illusion is irresistible. Behind every face there is a self. We see the signal of consciousness in a gleaming eye and imagine some ethereal space beneath the vault of the skull, lit by shifting patterns of feeling and thought, charged with intention. An essence. But what do we find in that space behind the face, when we look?…There’s no one there. It’s a kind of liberation. ‘
Hailed as the new Oliver Sacks this is unnerving writing! Perfectly cadenced, beautifully paced and then whoosh. ..We are nothing more than flesh and brain. Thankyou Mr Broks.