Rude awakening

At some point in my youth I was jumping on the trampoline with my little brother, and going on about how consciousness was probably this independent thing that happened to overlap with my brain, but didn’t have to. (I was presumably very uninformed about the literature on this topic, being as ever about a million times more enthusiastic about philosophical speculation than philosophical literature review. Also being maybe not yet well acquainted with the internet.)

My brother was pretty quiet during this conversation. Eventually when I stopped talking, he growled at me ‘then why does your mouth keep moving?’

Which I thought was an amazing combination of mind-blowing insight and abrasive brotherly request to shut up.