Memories etch sense of self

Memories etch sense of self

Photo by Matthew Wiebe on Unsplash

Originally published 27 November 2001

Neu­rol­o­gist Anto­nio Dama­sio sug­gests in his book Descartes’ Error that the great French philoso­pher got it back­wards: Not “I think, there­fore I am,” but rather “I am, there­fore I think.”

With­out a brain — those few pounds of red meat atop our spinal columns — think­ing is impos­si­ble. The mind, and there­fore the self, is inex­tri­ca­bly embed­ded in our phys­i­cal bodies.

But a new­born brain is not yet a self, at least not much of one. A self is also a life­time of remem­bered expe­ri­ences, some­how woven into hun­dreds of bil­lions of cra­nial neu­rons like a pic­ture into a cloth tapestry.

I vis­it­ed my 88-year-old moth­er recent­ly in Chat­tanooga. At one point in our vis­it, she enter­tained me with a song she had learned more than 80 years ago, “My Grand­fa­ther’s Clock.” Some read­ers will know it:

My grand­fa­ther’s clock was too tall for the shelf, so it stood nine­ty years on the floor…

As my moth­er called up the words of the song out of the dis­tant past, I mar­veled that they still exist­ed inside her brain, along with count­less oth­er shared mem­o­ries that she recalls more vivid­ly than I do. What a thing is human mem­o­ry! No library can touch it for speed of recall. No com­put­er mem­o­ry can equal it for volume.

It was bought on the morn of the day he was born and was always his trea­sure and pride…

The words came tum­bling out. How? How can that song pos­si­bly still be in there, intact, able to be extract­ed and sung with­out eras­ing? I could tell that she was proud to remem­ber the song, as well she should be. The song is part of who she is, a brick in the man­sion of her self.

The 2000 Nobel Prize in med­i­cine went to Eric Kan­del, Paul Green­gard, and Arvid Carls­son for stud­ies on the phys­i­ol­o­gy of mem­o­ry. In his address to the Nobel Foun­da­tion, Kan­del recount­ed his own jour­ney into the man­sions of self.

He first became inter­est­ed in the study of mem­o­ry in 1950 as a result of his read­ings in psy­cho­analy­sis as an under­grad­u­ate at Har­vard. Lat­er, as a med­ical stu­dent, he began to find psy­cho­analy­sis lim­it­ing; it treat­ed the brain as a black box, observ­able only from out­side. Kan­del want­ed to open the box, to see what was inside — to explore the man­sion of mem­o­ry as flesh and blood.

He was con­vinced that mem­o­ry was bio­log­i­cal and that human mem­o­ry might have much in com­mon with mem­o­ry in oth­er organ­isms. His approach, there­fore, would be reduc­tion­is­tic: Start with the rudi­ments of mem­o­ry in a sim­ple organ­ism, with the hope of even­tu­al­ly under­stand­ing the appar­ent mir­a­cle of human memory.

Kan­del took the sea slug Aplysia as his mod­el. This fist-sized, shell-less, aquat­ic snail has sev­er­al advan­tages as an exper­i­men­tal ani­mal: It has only 20,000 cen­tral nerve cells, rather than the tens of bil­lions in mam­malian brains, and the cells are big, ten times big­ger than human neu­rons. And Aplysia can be trained to respond to stim­uli. It learns and remembers.

When a sea slug remem­bers, changes hap­pen at the places where nerve cells touch each oth­er, the synaps­es. Kan­del, and oth­ers, worked out the bio­chem­istry of these changes, for both short-term and long-term mem­o­ry, and they showed that the cel­lu­lar and mol­e­c­u­lar changes at work in Aplysia’s rudi­men­ta­ry brain are present in mam­mals, too.

There may be as many as 100 bil­lion nerve cells in the human brain, and each one is con­nect­ed to thou­sands of oth­ers. Mem­o­ries are stored as elec­tri­cal and chem­i­cal changes at the synaps­es where cell com­mu­ni­cates with cell. A scrib­ble. A life­time of expe­ri­ences scrib­bled into flesh.

Nine­ty years with­out slum­ber­ing, tick tock tick tock. His life sec­onds num­ber­ing, tick tock tick tock…

The bio­chem­i­cal approach to under­stand­ing mem­o­ry has been won­der­ful­ly suc­cess­ful, but it is a long way from a sea slug to an 88-year-old human who can remem­ber the words of a song learned more than eight decades ago. And not just a song. Peo­ple, faces, voic­es, places, lit­er­a­ture, music, tele­phone num­bers, trav­els, likes, dis­likes, loves, hurts, grand­par­ents, grand­chil­dren, birth­days, funer­als, cur­rent affairs, and the grand pageant of human his­to­ry — a vast and unique accu­mu­la­tion of mem­o­ries, pro­found and triv­ial, which are a human self.

As Kan­del point­ed out in his Nobel address, there is lots more yet to learn, and full under­stand­ing will require the com­bined efforts of mol­e­c­u­lar biol­o­gists, cog­ni­tive psy­chol­o­gists, neu­rol­o­gists, psy­chi­a­trists, and per­haps even com­put­er mod­el­ers. The 21st cen­tu­ry promis­es to be the cen­tu­ry when we explore every cor­ner of the man­sions of self, and under­stand, at least in prin­ci­ple, how the brain gives rise to mind.

The sea slug Aplysia has con­firmed that Descartes was wrong; The human self is not a dual­ism of mind and mat­ter, but rather an efflo­res­cence of self from mat­ter—tick tock tick tock—a shim­mer­ing exu­ber­ance of the stuff of the uni­verse gath­ered in the human brain into bio­chem­i­cal webs of aston­ish­ing complexity.

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