Man and machine tend toward each other as they approach Godhood.
The body knows how to be, the mind, where to go. The body can’t bear to be watched. The mind can’t bear to not be watching. Rest comes when the body is being where the mind has directed it. And in that rest you can do any activity without being taxed by the activity. It is like being fully awake in mind and fully asleep in the sense of regenerating in the body at the same time. (Dec 4, 2009, 4:00 am)
I dreamed of service to the world through little random acts of kindness (Dec 12, 2009)
Every true statement in a system has a proof. Under pain of inconsistency, G, the sentence ‘This sentence is not provable’ has a proof. The proof must lie outside the system.
Everything that exists has a cause. Under pain of infinite regress, there must be a self-caused first cause. The first cause, God or the Singularity, must lie outside time.
Life is both long and short. Tomorrow seems separated from us by an unbridgeable gulf and even our distant past is just a wistful memory away. That inconsistency is life’s fundamental riddle, a truth that is at the same time a contradiction. I wonder if that’s what the phrase, ‘That’s the long and short of it’ means? The long of it, the search for tomorrow, is how I’ve lived my life these 48 years but now on April 27, 2010, the short suddenly forces itself on me. In 30 years or so I’ll be dead and 30 years ago I was 18. That doesn’t seem so long ago. And the next 30 years will go faster still. What will I have to show for it?
Knowledge is like true love. We live in a web of relationships, be it of propositions or people. Sometimes we are in a skeptical mood and we grasp for a solid base—a belief that we’re sure of or a friend or lover we can trust completely—but experience seems to admonish us, ‘all are fickle’. Then at other times we’re completely in the moment and the web is worldwide, and we’re secure in its interrelationships. We’re in a web alright—just sometimes we see ourselves as the spider other times as the fly.
Is it possible for a perfect being to change? Once I thought not. But then I remembered an older idea I had. A sphere is perfect but there can be bigger spheres.
I was told that the brain is not entirely a material object. I agreed but didn’t really understand or had only a glimmer of an understanding. But then I remembered a ‘for instance’ I had formulated long ago, of how a symbol in its application can grasp the infinite. The question is will I always and forever know how to continue a sequence and if so how can a finite mind represent an infinite table. My answer was that the question itself presupposes an answer since the very idea of a sequence is an endless array of successive terms. The open question is whether we can really ask the question, whether we do in fact have an idea of a sequence.
Or using religious metaphors, the preceding two thoughts can be encapsulated by the epigram, ‘Man and God approach each other through the Word’. Or more accurately, and in fact more poetically, the finite and the infinite approach each other through the symbol.
Intelligence is rule-following but rules don’t wear their interpretations on their sleeve as a philosophy professor once remarked to me. Consciousness is to be aware of an infinite set of possibilities but our actions select only one actual course. Both are thought to be the essence what it is to be human. To be a human is to be a walking contradiction. Or maybe the two capacities help each other in their deficiencies.