Mojo
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I'm claiming that ~A has mathematical restrictions that can be expressed more explicitly than "anything and everything that is not A."
And you're still wrong.
I'm claiming that ~A has mathematical restrictions that can be expressed more explicitly than "anything and everything that is not A."
Dave,
- My claim is that I am "lucky" whereas trebor's rock is not.
- I am lucky in that I am aware. Trevor's rock is probably not aware.
And, you gotta be aware in order to be lucky.
- This truth sounds irrelevant, but it’s actually crucial.
Existence has no meaning to the rock, but it does to me – and I assume, it does to you as well…
- I think that this is the crucial area of my claim, and I haven't expressed it properly until, hopefully, now.
It isn't that I am not just someone/anyone. It's that I am not just something/anything-- I am aware. That's why I can be lucky, and that's what sets me apart from everything else (that is not aware).
- Try this. I am either TREMENDOUSLY “lucky” – or, there is a better (more probable) explanation. Is it more probable that I am TREMENDOUSLY lucky than that there is a more probable explanation?
- I.e., is it more probable that “A” is not correct?
- A long time ago, on Part I of this thread, we had discussions about what ~A would include. The following is about the last thing I said about ~A in Part I (http://www.internationalskeptics.co...hp?p=9833235&highlight=complement#post9833235) - I'm claiming that ~A has mathematical restrictions that can be expressed more explicitly than "anything and everything that is not A." I expressed ~A as "given that I currently exist, my existence will be either continuous, or more than once, or (somehow) both. I'm claiming that in mathematics, the possibilities are limited and identifiable.
What is the probability of the existence of the ant that just ran away from my descending foot? Are ants immortal?
Dave,
- My claim is that I am "lucky" whereas trebor's rock is not.
- I am lucky in that I am aware. Trevor's rock is probably not aware. And, you gotta be aware in order to be lucky.
- This truth sounds irrelevant, but it’s actually crucial. Existence has no meaning to the rock, but it does to me – and I assume, it does to you as well…
- I think that this is the crucial area of my claim, and I haven't expressed it properly until, hopefully, now. It isn't that I am not just someone/anyone. It's that I am not just something/anything-- I am aware. That's why I can be lucky, and that's what sets me apart from everything else (that is not aware).
- I just want to show how unlikely it is that I would exist for only one, finite, life.
You've got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?
I think we're getting somewhere. If consciousness is required for immortality, well, dead people aren't conscious. So if folks would just stop losing consciousness when their hearts and brainwaves stop, they could be immortal.
I think we're getting somewhere. If consciousness is required for immortality, well, dead people aren't conscious. So if folks would just stop losing consciousness when their hearts and brainwaves stop, they could be immortal.
- I just want to show how unlikely it is that I would exist for only one, finite, life.
- I'm saying that anyone else should suspect that they are immortal, and that if I am indeed conscious, I am immortal also. I say "suspect" because "more than once" does not necessitate immortality.
When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
- King Lear
Actually, Trevor's rock is very lucky. It is on a nice climate-controlled desk and appreciated by a human being. So many rocks are out there in the cold or the heat, and no one cares about them.
You're still trying to answer a question other than the one I asked. What are the odds that the person in the room will see their name on the top face of the die?
Actually, Trevor's rock is very lucky. It is on a nice climate-controlled desk and appreciated by a human being. So many rocks are out there in the cold or the heat, and no one cares about them.
I worry about all the rocks that are given away as Christmas gifts, but then are unloved by their recipients and are eventually hidden away on the back of a shelf. How sad to think that they can only dream of being adopted by a geologist, or made into kitchen counters.