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| Caustic Network by Ethan Gill |
Showing posts with label perspective. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perspective. Show all posts
Sunday, April 19, 2020
Sunday, December 15, 2019
Thursday, October 31, 2019
Thursday, May 30, 2019
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
Clones
Everyone
who sees you in person, or a picture of you, or reads something you
write, creates a version of you that is not you - it's a culmination of
assumptions and scenarios.
As you go about your day, copies are created; and as people forget they noticed you, those copies die off. But none of them are you; not even the copies created by those who know you.
The internet is wonderful because it's cheap and easy to persist and infect the mind of others further down the timeline.
As you go about your day, copies are created; and as people forget they noticed you, those copies die off. But none of them are you; not even the copies created by those who know you.
The internet is wonderful because it's cheap and easy to persist and infect the mind of others further down the timeline.
Labels:
humans,
perspective,
philosophy,
Solipsism
Tuesday, February 5, 2019
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Monday, November 26, 2018
Dream Eyes
If you look closely at the eyes of a reader, you will find they move like the eyes of someone dreaming. Is this coincidence?
Saturday, November 3, 2018
The Mirror Neuron
Sunday, October 7, 2018
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Sunday, September 9, 2018
Shadows on the Wall
And who are all these people on billboards? I have never seen that
person employed at that car wash or gas station. The truth is I never
will because those people never were - existed, I mean. Somewhere along
the line, corporations realized it was cheaper to use amalgamation
models created on computers than to hire a real person, and coach them
into expressing real joy at the prospect of free vacuums or 48 oz
coffees for a dollar.
- Shadows on the Wall: Notes from the Bathroom
- Shadows on the Wall: Notes from the Bathroom
Saturday, September 1, 2018
Citizen or Traveler
Every time I move I feel I'm growing and learning. I don't have a set amount of time I stay in each place, but I do recognize when it's time to transition. The American Dream of settling and a house with a garden or fire pit and the comfortable furniture and large TV comes strongly from time to time, and then I become nervous. Decisions of potential permanence have more behind them than they first appear; you are choosing the sort of people and businesses and laws you will interact with in daily life. Once again, what seems to be freedom is a slavery of choices and second-thoughts.
Sometimes I feel like I'm really close to understanding something, or understanding more about something about life. But I'm not sure I can or should put it in words, because if I put it in words it might come out as a cliche, a regurgitation of something I read or heard, a simplification.
Sometimes I feel like I'm really close to understanding something, or understanding more about something about life. But I'm not sure I can or should put it in words, because if I put it in words it might come out as a cliche, a regurgitation of something I read or heard, a simplification.
Labels:
adventure,
memory,
perspective,
timecapsule
Wednesday, August 15, 2018
Sunday, August 12, 2018
Flow
I am told that my thought process is older than my body. As I age, the number of people older than me, who can react in disbelief when I say my age after conversing with them, shrinks and I will eventually take their place. As I age, my body grows into my thought process and the compliment may comes less frequently. This uniqueness is time sensitive and I will wake one day to find it has passed. It is the way of the world that the compliment is not mine to keep and will be passed on in time.
Saturday, August 11, 2018
The Sixth Day
I finished watching The Sixth
Day for the first time and, although it is a typical action movie with odd
discrepancies, such as villains who act out of character without lead up, it
does bring up some interesting questions regarding cloning with memories
transplanted from the original body1. On one hand there is the
difference in becoming aware as a clone in a natural setting for that person,
as Schwarzenegger did in a cab heading to complete
an errand, or becoming aware on the lab table, as with the henchmen agents in
the movie. The Sixth Day presents the awareness of being a clone as an acceptance of the body and its unique wiring being replaceable hardware, and those people develop a cold detachment normally associated with movie characters who are immortal and have been alive a long time. The question is what it means to be human in this situation, and comes to front when the main villain, after being shot and awakening his "memory-up-to-the-minute" clone, uncharacteristically and morally questions the clone for taking his clothes while he is still alive. Additionally, is there a difference between the cloning of a human using meat and bone and creating a digital copy of their mind?2 As long as there is only one of a person, whether it be digital or mechanical or in the flesh, perhaps that is acceptable, and only when there is an increase in the population but not in individuals does our primal hair raise.
1 “Original” memories being suspect not just because
they are copied and placed in the identical body, but because the act of
recalling a memory can alter it, meaning as the clone and original remember the
same memory, they should begin to deviate and become somewhat distinct from
each other regarding the past.
2 I'm
meaning here a functioning copy of the mind as opposed to a flat record of all
memories then placed into a cloned body, which in the movie acts as the
"on switch" for awakening.
Labels:
humans,
perspective,
philosophy,
Solipsism,
writing
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