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From: ‘Metamorphoses: Great Minds who Changed their Mind’, an attempt at a philosophy thesis by Yuval Freed

… And then, suddenly — at the last minute, in the appendix! — David Hume had a change of heart. After trying for dozens of pages in the body of the text to prove that there is no such thing as a permanent ‘I’, after working hard to persuade his readers that there is nothing beyond the flow of consciousness to which that flow can be attributed, and that our mind resembles a republic in which a series of entirely different people and perceptions exist side by side — after all those coherent arguments, Hume recants.

I have no way of explaining it, he writes with obvious embarrassment in the appendix. All my logical thought indicates something different — and yet, I am unable to deny that we feel that our changing bundle of perceptions is based on something simple and personal. What is that constant thing? Hume asks himself. This is too hard for my understanding, he confesses sorrowfully. And in the next two paragraphs — the last in the book — he attempts to meticulously correct two minor errors that appear on here and here of the book: if I have erred all along the way, then at least let it be a glorious error.