Your brain scan will never show what it's like to be you
A woman lies on the table with her eyes closed. She is sedated but not asleep: still enough not to move, awake enough that when I lean toward her and say, “Take a breath in, hold it, and hold still,” she does exactly that.
I am standing at the controls of a machine built to see inside her skull. It was uncrated only days ago: a new biplane angiography suite, two X-ray cameras on robotic arms that swing around her head and photograph it from two directions at once. It is the best machine I have ever used. It renders the vessels of the brain in finer detail than anything before it, using a fraction of the radiation. It is, in the literal sense, state of the art.
A thin tube called a catheter runs from an artery in her groin, up through her chest and neck, into one of the arteries that feed her brain. I threaded it there myself, watching its tip travel on the screen. Now I center the two cameras over her head, press a pedal with my foot, and push the plunger of a syringe filled with iodine dye. The pedal triggers something called digital subtraction angiography: the machine strips bone and soft tissue out of the image and leaves only what the dye touches.
And then, on a sixty-five-inch monitor in front of me, her brain draws itself.
The dye enters the target artery and races upward, branching into vessels finer and finer, a tree filling from trunk to twig in the space of a heartbeat or two. For an instant the smallest branches blush — the dye seeping into the actual substance of the brain, the tissue that is doing her thinking — and then it drains away into the veins, into wider and wider channels, out toward the jugular vein in her neck and back to her heart. The whole sequence takes a few seconds. I lift my foot off the pedal. “You can breathe,” I tell her, and she does.
I have just seen something almost no one gets to see: a living human brain, mapped in motion, in a person awake enough to hear me. I can see exactly what is wrong with her. I can decide, in real time, what to do about it. There is no more complete or intimate a picture of a brain that medicine can produce.
And there is nothing of her in it.
It is stranger than it sounds. I am looking at the tissue that is, at that very moment, generating everything she is: her dread of the procedure, the tedium of holding still, whatever moves behind those closed eyes. I am looking straight at it. And what I see is plumbing. Beautiful, intricate, clinically decisive plumbing. The map is total. The person is missing.
You might assume this is a limitation of the machine, the sort of thing the next model will fix. It isn’t. I told you this suite is the finest I have ever worked in, and that is true: every generation of these machines sees more than the last, sharper and cleaner and gentler on the patient. The structural picture keeps improving. But not one of those improvements has ever added the faintest trace of what it is actually like to be the person on the table. More resolution gives you more structure. Finer vessels, faster frames, less radiation — and still only structure. The gap between the map and the person is not a gap in the technology. It is a gap in what the technology is for.
This is the idea these essays are built on. Reality has two faces. One is the structural face: the relations, the forms, the flow, everything that can be measured, mapped, and modeled.
Physics describes this face, and describes it with real and growing accuracy; the angiogram is one small triumph of it. The other is the intrinsic face: what it is like to be a thing, lived from the inside. The woman on the table has both. The angiogram shows me one of them completely and the other not at all.
These are not two separate things sitting side by side. They are two faces of one thing, the way a curve is convex on one side and concave on the other — the same line, seen from opposite sides. You cannot peel them apart. But you also cannot reach one by studying the other harder. No quantity of structural detail ever adds up to an inside. That is not a failure of effort. It is the shape of the situation.
I want to be honest here, because this is the first of these essays: I am not claiming to have explained consciousness. The claim is narrower, and harder to wriggle out of. There is a real gap between what we can see of a mind and what it is to be one, and it does not close as the pictures get better. What to make of that gap is the work these essays will do, slowly, one idea at a time. For now I only want you to feel that it is there.
Because once you feel it, you cannot stop seeing it. I can’t. When I lean over a patient now and ask her to hold her breath, I know that the most sophisticated instrument in the building, aimed straight at the organ that makes her who she is, will capture everything about her except the one thing that, to her, matters most. The person is never the map. Not the angiogram, not the chart, not the lab value, not the number on any screen.
Neither are you. Whatever a scan could ever show of you, you are also the one for whom there is something it is like to be shown it. That second fact will not appear on any instrument we will ever build. It is not hidden. It is simply on the other side of the curve.
— Michael
Glossary — a few terms
Angiography / angiogram — imaging that makes blood vessels visible by injecting dye and photographing it with X-rays as it moves through the brain’s arteries and veins.
Catheter — a thin flexible tube guided through the blood vessels from a small puncture (often at the groin or wrist) to the site being treated or imaged.
Digital subtraction angiography (DSA) — a technique that removes bone and soft tissue from the image so that only the dye-filled vessels remain.
Biplane — an angiography system with two cameras that image from two angles simultaneously, giving a fuller picture with a single injection.
Structural face — the measurable, mappable side of anything: its relations, forms, and dynamics. What physics describes.
Intrinsic face — what something is like from the inside; experience as lived rather than observed. The angiogram never reaches it.
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