and the hard problem of consciousness I remember realizing the hard problem of consciousness at around 6 years old. I was playing with Barbies beside the bookshelf my grandfather built me and It just struck me, all at once, that everybody had their own mind and that that made a lot of minds in the whole entire world. It was one of those ideas that scared me so much as a child that I sort of walked back from it, in my own mind. I think perhaps, this mutual obsession is one of