Keeping track of the rise and downfall of human spirit, from times when art existed but was not yet perceived...
When did the first color become manifest in a primitive perceptual electrochemical engine we now call "brain"? What is the simplest configuration that allows such a pattern to emerge? When do qualia get born, and do they ever completely fade out of existence? Do they even have one of their own? Do colors and sounds wander aimlessly into a realm known only to them, until some random consciousness snatches them into manifesting what we, the living, call "reality".
The fire doesn't burn out of need or necessity. Man did not create fire, man discovered it. The possibility of fire was there all along. The same goes for qualia. The possibility of radiation translation into a tool of scanning, reporting and exploring the environment of a living entity was there from the beginning. If something can be used, it will eventually get used by some process or entity.
As for the moving/breathing/breeding biological Ai machines that all living creatures are, a question remains.
Why are there barriers in place that mitigate the effects of accelerated fight for survival? Why don't birds eat each other FASTER? Why don't predators indiscriminately kill and eat all the prey there is? And why do humans do it, and yet we are still around DOING IT?!?
Why are there barriers in place that mitigate the effects of accelerated fight for survival? Why don't birds eat each other FASTER? Why don't predators indiscriminately kill and eat all the prey there is? And why do humans do it, and yet we are still around DOING IT?!?
So what came first? The law? The order? Or the fist?
When something is everywhere and its manifestation is unseen because it happens at such a scale that it eludes our focused perception, we simply say: "there is no such thing".
When something is everywhere and its manifestation is unseen because it happens at such a scale that it eludes our focused perception, we simply say: "there is no such thing".
There is no Will of God, because there is no God.
There is just The Will.
And to that you don't need to pray. And that you don't need to fear. Leaves don't fear the wind, although there comes a time when every leaf must break and fall. Some before their time, some lingering on longer than all the other leaves.
We are but tiny gears in a clockwork that doesn't measure time. It measures itself, self referential to a fault.
There is just The Will.
And to that you don't need to pray. And that you don't need to fear. Leaves don't fear the wind, although there comes a time when every leaf must break and fall. Some before their time, some lingering on longer than all the other leaves.
We are but tiny gears in a clockwork that doesn't measure time. It measures itself, self referential to a fault.
There is no need to wait for an eternal afterlife.
You are in it right now.
You may lose your name, your face and your sexual orientation.
But are you your name? Your face? Your sexual orientation? Your bank account? Your job? Your family?
What are you, really?...
Or, the better question would be:
Are you, really?
You are in it right now.
You may lose your name, your face and your sexual orientation.
But are you your name? Your face? Your sexual orientation? Your bank account? Your job? Your family?
What are you, really?...
Or, the better question would be:
Are you, really?
