I used to be against the 'hard problem of consciousness' or so called, ie where is the seat of experience. And my reasoning was to assume that I am indeed a philosophical zombie rather than a soul experiencing life through the mind. I thought about consciousness as the internet of the brain where information processing centers share their outputs with one another and this sharing would kind of create effects on the centers themselves giving rise to sensations within the person when she's dreaming or conscious. People with hemispherical neglect lose complete awareness of body parts and some blind people may only lose consciousness of their vision whilst vision remaining completely intact. That is to say they will know what's in front of them but they'll never be conscious of it. This gave me enough evidence to assert that we are really the essence of the internetwork of the brain. But at the back of my mind there's always a slight doubt that if we are really made up of neurons, why would a bunch of electricity give rise to something that feels so permanent as ourselves. I kinda always slip whenever I try to grasp this idea because I feel that subjective experience cannot be entirely explained by mechanistic principles. To quote leibniz, if we are to expand a brain in proportion and look at the interior, all we would see is moving parts. Where then does the self reside?