As our genome needs nutrition to build our body, so our menome depends on recognition from others to create and husband a viable identity.

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by @IOTAGLOBAL

[This is the third article in the series Why Everything You Know about Your "Self" Is Wrong. The series explores how our understanding of selfhood affects our sense of individuality, our interpersonal relationships, and our politics.]

As suggested in the two preceding posts in this series, selfhood was on the ropes even before postmodernism delivered the knockout blow.

Postmodernism's Coup de Grace to the Self

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.

In recent decades, deconstructing selfhood has become a cottage industry (with headquarters in Paris). The "fall" that postmodernism has inflicted on our commonsense notion of selfhood is as irreversible as Humpty Dumpty's. Three examples follow:

While acknowledging that the philosopher David Hume scooped him by centuries, the novelist John Barth points out that the person who did things under his name decades ago seems like a Martian to him now:

How glibly I deploy even such a fishy fiction as the pronoun I, as if--although more than half of the cells of my physical body replace themselves in the time it takes me to write one book, and I've forgotten much more than I remember about my childhood, and the fellow who did things under my name forty years ago seems as alien to me now in many ways as an extraterrestrial--as if despite those considerations there really is an apprehensible antecedent to the first person singular. It is a far-fetched fiction indeed, as David Hume pointed out 250 years ago.
- John Barth

The novelist Milan Kundera exposes the common fallacy that the self can be detached from its unique history. Read Kundera's comment and you'll never again hear yourself saying, "If I were you..." without realizing that the premise can never be met so the only proper recipient of your advice is yourself.

Who has not sometimes wondered: suppose I had been born somewhere else, in another country, in another time, what would my life have been? The question contains within it one of mankind's most widespread illusions, the illusion that brings us to consider our life situation a mere stage set, a contingent, interchangeable circumstance through which moves our autonomous, continuing "self." Ah, how fine it is to imagine our other lives, a dozen possible other lives! But enough daydreaming! We are all hopelessly riveted to the date and place of our birth. Our "self" is inconceivable outside the particular, unique situation of our life; it is only comprehensible in and through that situation.
- Milan Kundera

Theater critic John Lahr observes that selfhood is a confabulation dependent on the agreement of others.

The "I' that we confidently broadcast to the world is a fiction--a jerry-built container for the volatile unconscious elements that divide and confound us. In this sense, personal history and public history share the same dynamic principle: both are fables agreed upon.
- John Lahr

The glue that holds the "jerry-built" identity together is recognition; the cement that fortifies it against disintegration is agreement. I'll return shortly to the indispensable part played by other selves in the creation and maintenance of our own.

"Self" Is a Misnomer

The very name--self--is a misnomer, and it's a whopper. How so?

At the beginning of the twentieth century, Charles Cooley observed that "We live in the minds of others without knowing it." If we live in others' minds, surely others live in ours.

The word "self" carries strong connotations of autonomy, individuality, and self-sufficiency. It's as if it were chosen to mask our interdependence. It's hardly an exaggeration to say that in buying into this notion of selfhood, humankind got off on the wrong foot.

The self does not stand alone; it is not a thing, let alone a thing in itself. Rather, we experience selfhood as a renewable capacity to construct and field identities. Like evanescent particles in a cloud chamber, the existence of the self is inferred from its byproducts.

The "self" may appear to act alone but it depends on input from other selves to manifest agency. There's more to selfhood than our genome and our menome. We've overlooked a crucial element of selfhood--inputs from other selves--without which the menome, starved for recognition, is stillborn.

As our genome needs nutrition to build our body, so our menome depends on recognition from others to create and husband a viable identity. The autonomous self and individual agency are both illusory. Contrary to the name we call it by, the self is anything but self-sufficient.

The Co-Creation of Identity

To exist is to coexist.
- Gabriel Marcel

As Cooley and others have pointed out, we may first recognize our own nascent identity as what someone else--parent, teacher, or friend--sees taking shape within us. One of the primary responsibilities of parents is the incubation of identity in the next generation. No wonder we love our parents and teachers: it is they who have coaxed our starter self onto the world stage and indicated a niche where it might thrive.

As collaborators in the formation of others' identities, we repay the debt we owe those who, by reflecting an incipient identity back to us, served as midwife to our own.

Perhaps because they sense the creeping disintegration of their story, the elderly often feel the need to rehearse it. Listening to them recount their anecdotes is an act of compassion. Those who lend us their ears are involved not only in the creation of the identity that serves as our face to the world, but also in its maintenance. Personas, like magnetic poles, are not created, nor do they endure, in isolation.

The discovery of the profound interdependence of selves obviously has a bearing on our relationships. In the following articles, I'll explore the implications of the co-creation of each others' selves.

Authors Website: http://www.rowantreenovel.com

Authors Bio:
Robert W. Fuller is a physicist, a former president of Oberlin College, and author of The Rowan Tree: A Novel. He has consulted with Indira Gandhi, met with Jimmy Carter regarding the president's Commission on World Hunger, worked in the USSR to defuse the Cold War, and, recently, keynoted a Dignity for All conference hosted by the president of Bangladesh. Fuller's books on dignity and rankism have been published in India, Bangladesh, Korea, and China, and featured in the New York Times, the Oprah Magazine, the Boston Globe, NPR, C-Span, the BBC, and in TED talks.