It Is Perhaps Wrong To Say That

Perhaps The Problem Is The Seeming Need That People Have Of Making Black-and-white Cutoffs When It Comes To Certain Mysterious Phenomena, Such As Life And Consciousness. People Seem To Want There To Be An Absolute Threshold Between The Living And The Nonliving, And Between The Thinking And The "merely Mechanical," ... But The Onward March Of Science Seems To Force Us Ever More Clearly Into Accepting Intermediate Levels Of Such Properties.

In The End, We Self-perceiving, Self-inventing, Locked-in Mirages Are Little Miracles Of Self-reference.

Sometimes It Seems As Though Each New Step Towards Ai, Rather Than Producing Something Which Everyone Agrees Is Real Intelligence, Merely Reveals What Real Intelligence Is Not.

No Matter What Verbal Space You Try To Enclose Zen In, It Resists, And Spills Over... The Zen Attitude Is That Words And Truth Are Incompatible, Or At Least That No Words Can Capture Truth.

The Key Question Is, No Matter How Much You Absorb Of Another Person, Can You Have Absorbed So Much Of Them That When That Primary Brain Perishes, You Can Feel That That Person Did Not Totally Perish From The Earth... Because They Live On In A 'second Neural Home'?... In The Wake Of A Human Being's Death, What Survives Is A Set Of Afterglows, Some Brighter And Some Dimmer, In The Collective Brains Of Those Who Were Dearest To Them... Though The Primary Brain Has Been Eclipsed, There Is, In Those Who Remain... A Collective Corona That Still Glows.