And do believe that I, this random guy on the internet has a soul
I personally don’t believe that I anyone else has a soul. From my standup I don’t se any reason to believe that our consciousness and our so called “soul” would be any more then something our brain is making up.
Well, it would be you, from every perspective except your own. The schism would be (non)experienced at conception, imo.
Like if this replica were created in another room, another planet, whatever, without your knowledge, you wouldn’t be aware of it, despite this new entity being you, for all intents and purposes.
I know I’ve already replied to you once here, but I’ve thought more since I wrote that. However, I’m going to keep it shorter this time (:
You and the person you will be tomorrow are not identical (you will have gained some experiencs and forgeten some things). But I still think that those two individuals are the same person, because you spring from the same person (more specifically; you, the one you are right know). The same thing would be true for a clone, your just separated by space instead of time.
The key to the thought experiment is perspective: we make everything identical materially to try to isolate a conceptual difference. We make the two clones identical in every way, and from nearly all perspectives they are identical (but distinct) entities. The sole difference in this scenario is the perspective of the clones, who have two distinct consciousnesses. Looking at your clone, you don’t see yourself, you see someone who looks like you. Because when we distill it to its pure essence, the one thing that is uniquely you is your perspective, your present conscious experience. You are looking through your eyes, thinking your thoughts, as is this entity materially identical to you. But it’s not seeing and thinking as you, thus it is something different.
There’s something that ties your pure essence to its material composition, such that even a molecularly identical entity wouldn’t have your consciousness (just an identical consciousness, removed from your own).
We can explore the bounds of this experiment by tweaking variables: you teleport a la star Trek, whereby your old body is disintegrated and a new identical one is immediately constructed. Or maybe you upload your consciousness when you die, so the list of variables that in theory comprise you are preserved. But in all cases, the essence that is you, your continuity of perspective, doesn’t transfer over. When you die, everything goes black, and that’s it. It’s only from external perspectives that “you” continue. But the you that is you, you as you experience yourself, is gone.