What is the nature of a mind?
Is it a single entity, poised to control the body and bring forth thought?
We are too contrary.
Is it many entities aiming to dominate, hiding behind a facade of unity?
We would all hear the voices.
What happens when a mind is torn to shreds? Do the remains sort themselves into good bits and bad bits or are they just bits, as neutral in their morality as a newborn baby or a discarded shoe. What happens when the bits come together, trying to fill in the blanks. Do they form something beautiful or ugly? Or is it just another "thing"?
What happens to the missing pieces?