Many times I wonder if somethings I think about just occur to me or they come to other people too ("thoughts arrive like butterflies", as Vedder says). For example the following happened to me a few times (it's true, I'm not making it up): I'm staring at myself in the mirror and I see a face. And the realization that I'm looking at myself is suddenly washed away. Like my mind refuses to recognize myself and I'm blank. I think I've found the right words to describe it now. It's like the mind and body are two completely different things and the brain refuses to acknowledge that it belongs to this body. It thinks like an independent entity. The worst is yet to come though. I stare wondering who and what this is that I am looking at. The thing that I'm looking at is a stranger to me. Well, to my mind atleast. It's a feeling that I never would experience consciously, meaning if I tried to.
What I'm trying to say here is nothing philosophical really. It's just a realization that body does just the mechanical work and the brain is where "you" are. That the brain would bring you your identity and the body could look like an egg for all it cares. How peculiar though, that we identify everybody by the way they look. Don't you think?