Live Express Feel pt. 5 - I finally Understand what Metaphysical means

We communicate, therefore there is a We, and it's not our channels, so are we our brain? An organ that processes electrical signals, our thoughts, and links the feedbacks to our instruments? A computer? But we are not bound by outside instructions, not really. And I'm not aware of synapses firing in my brain as I look at the tree outside while writing this. So our self is simply that: our Self. Cogito Ergo Sum. I feel myself, I know I am here. The brain is yet another tool, we are the abstract entity suggested by our bodily tower, not in a religious way mind you: the soul is still a very physical concept in a way. We are like a painting: not the canvas, not the paint, not even the composition, but the idea behind it which is in turn completely dependent on its constituents. I am not my name, that's just what people use to call me. But what are we then? What exactly? Does it actually matter? If you already know you are here, that you're reading this, and you know that it came from another mind other than yours that must mean others exist too, probably. There is an explanation for why the sky is blue but it bears no significance to the fact that the sky is in fact blue, specifically that you can see with your human eyes that it is "blue", yet that is also merely a symbol that the "sky" exists. Or may exist.