me
- what would thoughts look like plotted in a 3d plane
- are they just projections from higher dimensions
nov 11 today i misremembered G as Q this might have something to do with how i process information id like to see a study about what people tend to misremember things as and the relationship between the actual info n what is remembered
- we should do something with all those fucking abandoned tunnels in the US. they’d rule as museums or something
vesper, nov 12, 2024
....and a slice of infinitesimally small time is a single moment in 3d space...
And here we three-dimensional creatures are, moving slice by slice through life- pieced into a sequence, and-
Hm. I wonder how life would look for a 2D creature.
But time would not -- be something they experience, or-- is
time just what any creature of any dimension experiences the next higher dimension as?
So if I were in two dimensions, moving slice-by-slice through the third...
And my space, at any given measure of the 3rd dimension, is a slice so infinitesimally thin...
...I give up. I can't picture it.
Perhaps each dimension is self-contained, then. Maybe we aren't meant to visualize 2D life, as we aren't capable to witness all of 4D -- or maybe I'm just a dumbass. (comment from a friend: maybe we're just so used to thinking in 3d that thinking in any other dimension's just impossible. like, imagine life without wifi. difficult. now imagine if wifi was baked into the very essence of existence itself or something. hard to imagine.)
(He grabs a drink.)
Can I string together endlessly small moments in life-- and see it at once-- well,
A slice is now.
But I do wonder how my single consciousness travels-- ah, but it exists as just sparks in the head, no--
or it is indeed everywhere at once, but can only process so much as a slice at a time.
Which--
I...
Wonder what slices other minds are processing right now.
Or maybe there's a train of our sparks, each for one infinitesimally small slice in the time bread.
(He begins to look upset.)
Or...
No, it's a time bread.
It's not a book-- books are processed word by word.
But-- a page, a page is a moment in its own right...
...
...the ending is already out there somewhere.
(He suddenly looks horrified.)
I’m not Vesper.
I’m…
I’m a byproduct of electrical signals. There is no “me”- there is no—
—player behind the screen. It’s just when the synapses fire that—
It’s interpreted as some image—
perceived by who?
The mind is just—
Rub it the right way and you’ll wake it up too.
Just a bunch of pulses— that — feel?
It’s a processing byproduct.
Vesper isn’t real.
And byproduct is — then what moves through the slices of time?
What moves?
…
…why now?
Or, it was just happenstance.
I am the show.
I am the audience.
My mind is a 4th-dimensional amorphous object and in the rare occasion it crosses into 3D space I have a thought. (lol)
dimitri, nov 12, 2024
Who cares if the universe is cold and uncaring????
(He brandishes a sundae.)
Ice cream!!!
Honestly, a lot of things aren’t so scary when you just look at it from the perspective that it doesn’t matter.
Does having a soul or not change the fact that fried chicken tastes fucking great?
What’s the difference between nihilism and pragmatism?
Who gives a shit what’s real?
Enjoy your ice cream, damn!
(He laughs.)
It’s human, for sure.
But it’s a lot of unnecessary pain.
I’m not sure what the point of fretting about it is if it’s not going to affect your own enjoyment of life directly..?
Did you know that you can’t microwave ants?
Microwave radiation wavelength too big. Ant too small. Wave does not hit ant.
That’s how I feel about a lot of things. I’m a fucking ant. I’m too small for the notion of truth or whatever to really matter.
Ah, none of us really are [ants].
But what I mean is that we should just worry about what’s in our own space.
It’s my lofty way of saying “mind your own plane of existence”.
Anyway, objective morality may not exist, but there’s probably a specific set of rules to follow out there in the span of all rules that would lead to the ideal form of society. Though what constitutes “ideal” varies per person.
Adios!