The Mirror We Forgot to Question There is an assumption so old, so quietly embedded in the furniture of modern thought, that questioning it feels almost impolite. The brain produces consciousness. The mind is what the brain does. Experience — the colour of longing, the weight of a decision, the strange fact that there is something it is like to be alive — is, in this telling, simply what neurons look like from the inside. It is a tidy explanation. And tidiness, in the history