Spinglo Sponglo! wrote:
I've always been troubled by the image of a body dying, at some point that person is alive. At another they are dead, but they can be brought back alive again. And at yet a further point they cannot.
Malc
(Going off on one here, just trying on ideas...)
Dying doesn't worry me, it's the little deaths that might exist between that worry me.
The evidence suggests that my consciousness is just a pattern being perpetuated in my brain. Like a wave travelling along the sea, the atoms and cells in the brain come and go, and get replaced, but the pattern persists.
So whilst the
Ship of Theseus paradox is happening to my body, it's just this pattern that is perpetuating me, but it's a pattern shaped by and controlled by the container it is in.
But when I sleep, when I faint, when I get knocked unconcious or when I'm brain dead that pattern maybe gets interupted for a little while. And when it reboots is it the same me?
I'm not the 5, 10 or 20 year old me any more than I'll be the older versions of me. The teenager Lave is dead. The child Lave is dead. I'm shaped by the journies and life those younger versions of me had, but I can't remember so much of their lifes. And so many of my memories of that time are fake, multiple remembering twisting them into compeltely different events. Maybe we die countless deaths....