#Language and Consciousness

[noosphe-re]

"There was an exchange on Twitter a while back where someone said, ‘What is artificial intelligence?' And someone else said, 'A poor choice of words in 1954'," he says. "And, you know, they’re right. I think that if we had chosen a different phrase for it, back in the '50s, we might have avoided a lot of the confusion that we're having now." So if he had to invent a term, what would it be? His answer is instant: applied statistics. "It's genuinely amazing that...these sorts of things can be extracted from a statistical analysis of a large body of text," he says. But, in his view, that doesn't make the tools intelligent. Applied statistics is a far more precise descriptor, "but no one wants to use that term, because it's not as sexy".

'The machines we have now are not conscious', Lunch with the FT, Ted Chiang, by Madhumita Murgia, 3 June/4 June 2023

[beadelmare]

the feminine urge to be an actress, singer, songwriter, director, author, and dancer in my fame dr at the ripe age of fifteen

[urloveangel]

I know it’s not always easy and most of us weren’t taught to truly love or receive love

but the only way to experience more love in your life and create more love in the world is to simply give and receive love… freely, openly, generously

not intellectualizing love, not quantifying love, not finding reasons for love

just love period

because you are love and love is what holds this life together

[kyouka-supremacy]

I- skdfgkfdks why is Beast Akutagawa so funny

To make Beast Atsushi laugh, obviously. Next question

[shisasan]

Jungian Dream Interpretation: A Handbook of Theory and Practice by James A. Hall First published: January 1, 1983

[deepinthegroves]

close your eyes and lean against their shoulder. take a deep breath and know you're home. hear their laugh as you sigh against their skin. let their fingers thread through your hair to massage your head, helping with the stress and pressure. rub your thumb against the skin of their arm, focusing on it, taking in how real it is. sigh and pull away, rearranging yourselves so now you've got their arm wrapped around you, head on their shoulder, and they're gently squeezing your shoulders.

[ask-the-pioneer]

do you remember your father?? i mean, if you remember having one as a pup

"My other parent...?"

"I don't remember them... him... at all. I'm sorry." She says as if apologizing to herself. "Mom would never talk about him, and I was too young to even understand you need a mate to have pups, or that slugcats form colonies."

Marbles is lost in her thoughts again. You keep asking questions, and it unearths some of her long forgotten memories.

"There was this one time... me, my sibling, and mom, we got to observe a big noodlefly nest. I saw their delicious eggs hanging from the ceiling for the first time. When I asked mom about it, she explained that when two noots pair up, they lay their eggs in safe places so they could hatch. Little baby noodles attach to the parent's tail for safety. «Like slugcats!», she said. So, of course my tiny child mind pressed on. «Do slugpups hatch from eggs? Can I lay an egg? Can I eat egg? Was I a good egg?». Mom put up with my nonsense, I think she found it funny... until my brilliant child brain connected the dots, and asked «if I'm an egg, then who did she make me with». She hesitated, and the brief silence mixed with the look on her face is what seared that moment into my mind. «...With your father, of course. But, he's gone. Let's go get something to eat now. You want a blue fruit? I think we can get some of them down the pipe over there...», Mom blurted out as she took my hand in hers. I followed with «Why?», but she pretended not to hear it. In the end, my mind was quickly distracted from asking any more awkward questions by the promise of a tasty meal. I can't remember any other time my second parent was brought up again..."

[giganotus]

Follow up to my last MH post, another thing I like about the world is that despite the power and weirdness of Elder Dragons, they still feel like creatures.

They're beasts, beasts that can be fought and killed. Even when intelligent, they are animals. Animals with immense, barely understood power.

[looseartist]

2E T RB lance low res

[lazyyogi]

Even in ordinary life you feel the futility of words. And if you don’t feel the futility of words, that shows that you have not been alive at all, that shows that you have lived very superficially. If whatsoever you have been living can be conveyed by words, that means you have not lived at all. When for the first time something starts happening which is beyond words, life has happened to you, life has knocked at your door. And when the ultimate knocks at your door, you have simply gone beyond words: you cannot speak; not even a single word is formed inside. Whatsoever you say looks so pale, so dead, so meaningless, without any significance. Remember this.

Osho

[cosmicportal]

It happens 😅

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

Hazel has a deep love for Jazz and bands in general.

She not only grew up in New Orleans, but in the French Quarter, where there are lives bands performing all day, trying to make it big and get fast cash.

She was probably very disheartened to see the city after the storm. HOO takes place in, what, 2009? 2010 maybe? Doesn’t matter, it was after Katrina.

Like imagine coming to an unknown world that’s set 70 years in the future, but not only is your home not the same, the best parts are underwater or destroyed.

Hazel’s accent is probably very unique because while French has mostly left the vernacular of the people, she’s from a time where it was still around, if only a little bit. So it’s southern, yes, but it as vowels and pronunciations that belong to the French.

She speaks French, buts it’s mostly broken, because again, the language has started to leave the city and its people.

She likes coffee with bread and will eat spaghetti or red beans seven days out the week.

I like to think Nico brought her a beignet at some point after her resurrection, because one, it’s delicious, and two, it reminds her of home.

Her favorite time of the year was Madi Gras back when she was alive, the first time at least. She loved hearing the bands play and she got front row seats since the parades come through the Quarter.

[shisasan]

Carl Gustav Jung, Man and his Symbols First published 1964

[alchemyofmaya]

Words are spells. I stopped using the word ‘release’ when doing clearing work, because I am not trying to ‘RE-LEASE’ that same experience or emotion, in another form. No. I want it all cleared, returned to Source to be transmuted and transformed, into higher vibrations.

We are no longer experiencing the same lessons anymore. We are liberated and free.

[daisywords]

when people are sooo sure the AI and other developments are going to totally upend all elements of our society it feels like I'm talking to someone from 1970 who is sooooo sure that by 2025 we would only be taking weird meal pills instead of anyone ever cooking or eating. and it's like well I guess some people take multivitamins. there are those like scammy supplement regimens. protein powder I guess? but um I wouldn't say that fundamentally changed everything about eating. like we're still people

[looseartist]

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