My dear, learned colleagues, I am dismayed, if not entirely surprised, by your instinctual rejection of my scientific conclusions. They are, dare I say it, shocking.
Yet it is shock which rouses best from slumber.
So I propose, formally and on record—
The human brain is to the self as the shell is to the snail: a temporary refuge, useful certainly, but a mere option, to be abandoned if necessary, and as interchangeable as a pair of trousers.
But—you interject—snails do not wear trousers!
Not yet, dear friends.
Not yet.
And so with humanity, to shed the simple hardware of our forefathers, and become, finally, civilized.
This, I say:
Let snails leave their claustrophobic shells, grow balls, develop limbs, and foster, in fashion, a sense of practicality and good taste.
And let us, my colleagues, likewise develop as an uberspecies, freed from antequated headspace, and unconstrained in the projection of our selves!
[Reproduced from the archived minutes of the Thirteenth Meeting of the Philozoophical Society of New Zork.]