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A Treatise of Human Nature (1739)
Book I: Of the understandingPart IV: Of the sceptical and other systems of philosophy
Section VI: Of Personal Identity
by
DAVID HUME
Paragraph numbering was not included in the originaltext and has been added for ease of reference.1. There are some philosophers, who imagine we areevery moment intimately conscious of what we call ourSELF; that we feel its existence and its continuance inexistence; and are certain, beyond the evidence of ademonstration, both of its perfect identity andsimplicity. The strongest sensation, the most violentpassion, say they, instead of distracting us from thisview, only fix it the more intensely, and make usconsider their influence on
self
either by their pain orpleasure. To attempt a farther proof of this were toweaken its evidence; since no proof can be deriv'd fromany fact, of which we are so intimately conscious; nor isthere any thing, of which we can be certain, if we doubtof this.2. Unluckily all these positive assertions are contrary tothat very experience, which is pleaded for them, norhave we any idea of
self
, after the manner it is hereexplain'd. For from what impression cou'd this idea bederiv'd? This question 'tis impossible to answer withouta manifest contradiction and absurdity; and yet 'tis aquestion, which must necessarily be answer'd, if wewou'd have the idea of self pass for clear and intelligible.It must be some one impression, that gives rise to everyreal idea. But self or person is not any one impression,but that to which our several impressions and ideas aresuppos'd to have a reference. If any impression givesrise to the idea of self, that impression must continueinvariably the same, thro' the whole course of our lives;since self is suppos'd to exist after that manner. Butthere is no impression constant and invariable. Pain andpleasure, grief and joy, passions and sensations succeedeach other, and never all exist at the same time. Itcannot, therefore, be from any of these impressions, orfrom any other, that the idea of self is deriv'd; andconsequently there is no such idea.3. But farther, what must become of all our particularperceptions upon this hypothesis? All these aredifferent, and distinguishable, and separable from eachother, and may be separately consider'd, and may existseparately, and have no need of any thing to supporttheir existence. After what manner, therefore, do theybelong to self; and how are they connected with it? Formy part, when I enter most intimately into what Icall
myself
, I always stumble on some particularperception or other, of heat or cold, light or shade, loveor hatred, pain or pleasure. I never can catch
myself
atany time without a perception, and never can observeany thing but the perception. When my perceptions areremov'd for any time, as by sound sleep; so long am Iinsensible of
myself
, and may truly be said not to exist.And were all my perceptions remov'd by death, andcou'd I neither think, nor feel, nor see, nor love, norhate after the dissolution of my body, I shou'd beentirely annihilated, nor do I conceive what is fartherrequisite to make me a perfect non-entity. If any one,upon serious and unprejudic'd reflection thinks he has adifferent notion of
himself
, I must confess I can reasonno longer with him. All I can allow him is, that he may bein the right as well as I, and that we are essentiallydifferent in this particular. He may, perhaps, perceivesomething simple and continu'd, which he calls
himself
;tho' I am certain there is no such principle in me.4. But setting aside some metaphysicians of this kind, Imay venture to affirm of the rest of mankind, that theyare nothing but a bundle or collection of differentperceptions, which succeed each other with aninconceivable rapidity, and are in a perpetual flux andmovement. Our eyes cannot turn in their socketswithout varying our perceptions. Our thought is stillmore variable than our sight; and all our other sensesand faculties contribute to this change; nor is there anysingle power of the soul, which remains unalterably thesame, perhaps for one moment. The mind is a kind of theatre, where several perceptions successively maketheir appearance; pass, re-pass, glide away, and minglein an infinite variety of postures and situations. There isproperly no
simplicity
in it at one time, nor
identity
indifferent; whatever natural propension we may have toimagine that simplicity and identity. The comparison of the theatre must not mislead us. They are the successiveperceptions only, that constitute the mind; nor have wethe most distant notion of the place, where thesescenes are represented, or of the materials, of which itis compos'd.5. What then gives us so great a propension to ascribean identity to these successive perceptions, and to
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