Ibn Rushd said there is one intellect for all human beings. Then who is doing my thinking?
Its coordinates: 1.3.2 Personal Identity
Most nights at the hostel there are a dozen people at the long kitchen table, from six or seven countries, and sooner or later somebody explains something to everybody else. Last week a German engineering student showed us why you can never tile a floor with regular pentagons. Ten faces understood it at the same moment. I found myself thinking: was that ten acts of understanding, or one?
Ibn Rushd gave the second answer, or something close to it. In his Long Commentary on Aristotle's De Anima he argued that the material intellect, the capacity that receives universal understanding, cannot be divided up among bodies, so there is one for the whole human species. What is mine is my imagination and memory, the images through which I connect to it. When I understand that pentagons don't tile, the images are mine but the understanding is not private property.
The Latin world took this badly. Aquinas wrote a whole treatise against it, On the Unity of the Intellect against the Averroists, and his central complaint was simple: it is this human being who understands. If the intellect is shared, then strictly speaking I don't think at all.
I can't decide whether Ibn Rushd's picture is absurd or quietly right. Isn't a truth, once understood, the same for everyone? Or does that confuse what is understood with who understands it? The site's card on personal identity never quite asks this one.