Friday, March 10, 2006
Ceci n'est pas un Zombie
Once more, something done with no feeling, no thought. Take an image? Ok, that one. Do something to it? Ok. The point being that in denying all qualia, all human-like input, one might search all the harder for some semblance of humanity behind the plastic, in the underpainting, between the lines... in a corner of our brains.
To push this a little further than perhaps it ought to be: the search for a shred of humanity might on some non-trivial level be a reflection of the search for the least event, the tiny spontaneous jump, that drew a primordial distinction between "this" and "that", which created existence, time and so on; you know...
And if you have been - thanks for looking.