our experience of our lives, and our sense of self-awareness--being something dependent upon the structure and activity of our brains doesn't make us "meat robots" or "just going through the motions." It makes no difference whether my arm moves because nerves are sending signals to muscle fibers, as far as my ability to enjoy throwing the ball to my daughter is concerned. If the Truth behind it is that my mind, situated in my immortal Soul, commands my Astral Body that then controls its physical analog in the Prime Material Plane--or, as suggested above, that neurons are firing in my brain, nerves passing on messages to muscles while receiving and reacting to feedback from sensory systems--it doesn't matter to me.
What I experience is the pleasure of my body doing what I want it to; the pleasure of doing something for my beloved child that she wants; the pride of a mother watching her offspring develop new skills and confidence; the warmth, color, and tantalising aromas of a late summer day; and the bittersweet awareness that my 'baby' is now a well-grown child, with adolescent awkwardness and teenage angst closer to today than her first steps. And I experience this all in a few moments, a second or two at most.
Whatever the process, it is my life, and I enjoy it. It is my daughter's life, and I cherish it. If my experience of Self and Life is an 'emergent quality' of my brain, that doesn't make my experience of it any less real. If it is the result of evolutionary pressure that makes valuing one's offspring a desireable trait, that does not diminish my love for her.
I'm completely at a loss to understand why Toady thinks that somehow those things don't matter if the underlying cause is biologic.