Philosophy in three acts

Lyrics. Me. Music - Suno

https://suno.com/s/KhPFYDB3I8BCOuqV

Verse 1 - Rene Descartes

Verse 2 - Russel Bertrand

Verse 3 - David Chalmers

The two bridges are actual thought experiments,

[Intro]

What I think, is not unique, no, but actually

Recycled ideologies of ancient philosophies

[Verse 1]

I think, therefore I am, and I am certain

That I am a rational thinking thing, 

I exist, making me something, not nothing

If I'm not reasoning, then I'm not existing.

But I have thoughts, emotions, dreams, and

I perceive those corporeal things that 

Are known to me as truths, even if the 

Cunning deceiver fills my mind with doubts.

Objectively I see a block of wax as that, 

Realized in my mind, not by imagination.

[Bridge]

Suppose for a moment, my brain's in a vat

Or my sensory organs removed, leaving my

brain intact. My sensory data is fed 

by wires, and all that, regardless, 

Of the input, would it still matter?

[Verse 2]

What matters is this table before me,

The light reflecting off the glossy

Brown surface, full of imperfections

Informs my mind what I need to know.

But my senses tell a different story, 

Discrepancies, between reality and illusion

Distorting my judgement of what the color

Actually is. Objectively, I know that

Brown is brown, but for my subjective self,

I cannot say that statement is actually true,

For what is color, anyways, for that matter?

[Bridge]

Mary lives in a room of blacks and whites

She learned what colors are, not from sight

But from all the books that filled her head

Then one day, she saw the actual color red

[Verse 3]

Browns and reds are colors we can define, 

The table is brown and the tomato red,

Yet we do not know why browns and reds are

For that matter, what is, is? how do we

Measure that which cannot be? Is, is qualia,

Alluded to for centuries, I sense and feel, 

But why? I know things of which to be true, 

Then again, what are truths, that is a hard

Question without definition or solution.

I am a conscious entity, that exists, or do I?

Consciousness isn't an illusory state of 

Being, so, why do I experience the way I do?

[Outro]

I think, therefore I am, but why am I?

This I ponder, whilst staring at my navel.