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re: I don't think that the notion of transference of self makes any sense. Your self is your consciousness, your active or potential harmony with nature. To transfer your self (rather than just to make a copy, the possibility of which I also doubt) would require that your old neurons go off line while your new neurons come on line at the same time your active consciousness continue uninterrupted - like the boat continuing to sail while its planks are replaced. If you simply make a copy of your self, and the turn off the original, that would be like building a second boat and then sinking the first. But that would not be a transfer of sea voyaging. The first boat would simply cease to voyage, or the first self would simply die.
I basically agree with you re; the above, but ... would it matter to anybody in existence other than the 'self', and, if that 'self' was terminated, then...would it matter to any self in existence, after it was completed? I agree, according to our understanding now, it would be no more our 'self' even if it was a perfect clone/copy of our self. Our own children perform that very magic for us now, even if imperfectly, that is only figurative immortality.
Imagine our brains, our processing of actual and imagined stimuli, our organization of our perceptions of existence, are atavistically wired to value our own existence, to seek survival of our own process, and so on. That machine like wiring may be all that concerns itself with 'self.' That is, that 'self' is literally just wiring, is the machine inside of life, as opposed to the life inside of a machine.
Unless one believes we have a soul independent of our corporal wetbits/body, a spirit independent of our corporal body...
Logic, itself, is largely specialized brain wiring. I have a son with Williams Syndrome, a genetic deletion. He is missing some approx. 50,000 DNA pairs out of a particular 500,000 pair region on his Elastin gene, it is thought. We all have similar random and unknown deletions, more or less, but this particular deletion happens systematically often enough to makes his a 'syndrome.' Although this can cause specific syndromatic health problems, he is fortunately as healthy as an ox. He is a perfectly capable, loving, enjoyable individual...just, totally without deceit, guile, or cunning. So, he is compensated in other areas, but when it comes to spatial logic -- 'above, below, next to', much less, complex combinations of those -- his innate wiring is just 'missing.' He has learned to compensate by employing other strategies to deal with 'above, below, next to', and even basic math, but the innate wiring is just 'missing.' He is actually missing brain mass, and his skull has the characteristic '?' shape to it.
The 'machine like' processing nature of logic is apparent, when studying folks with things like Williams Syndrome. It is not purely a matter of the brain being a generally programmable mass of wetbits capable of learning 'anything' -- for some functions, there is actual 'wiring' that, if missing, severely restricts the ability of the brain to perform those functions--and fortunately, a crude approximation of these functions is achievable by alternate 'general programming' capability. The brain ... adapts. But, it is like, for many subfunctions, the brain normally relies on specialized 'subprocessor' wiring.
Well, and I'm admittedly pulling this out of my butt, it is possible that the concept of 'self', including self-preservation, and self-valuation, is itself dependent on some specialized subprocessor wiring-- our 'self' could well just be, I suspect, wiring -- the machine inside of life, that values 'self' and 'self preservation.' And when I say that, it immediately reminds me of a neural network with specialized weighting functions...
And when I say that, the concept of life inside the machine seems not so different than the concept of the machinery inside of life.
What may inside of mankind cause us to balk at this concept, if and when we do, could very well be just that self-valueing wiring...
Wierd; the self might be wired.
It doesn't bother me if it is, I'm still going to go home and hug my kids...
regards, Fred
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