Trapped

It's sometimes possible to see the world as a trap. Here you are, a transmaterial entity, stuck in a world where your corporeal behaviour is dictated (and dictated to) by mere physicality.

Then again, modern philosophers have also tried taking the ghost out of the machine by saying that this perception (along with all your sense of self and such) is just an emergent property of physicality. This is of course science at the it's-all-I-can-see-and-all-else-is-vaporware level, which to be honest is about all science should aspire to (which is why philosophy is its metacognitive overview).

In this latter view, you can't possibly be trapped. Rather, your emergence is just that and signifies nothing. It's an illusion of self-awareness because there isn't really a self, just a corridor of mirrors. It's not so much a butterfly from a cocoon as one of those stereo images that you don't see until you've focussed on them just right. And you're the image.

What's always bugged me is that of course everything I use to evaluate anything is pinned to this emergent (or pre-existent) sense of self. All your tests are circumscribed by this sense of self. There is literally nothing that can be objective without being acknowledged as such by the subjective. And if the subjective is illusory, the objective may be more so, since it is merely the subjective at one level (or any number of levels, if you like) removed.

This is all old stuff, but it hits you sometimes that for all the illusory nature (or not), you can't escape from the self. You're stuck with you. Best make the best of it.