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Sam Harris on the Illusion of Free Will

  1. #41
    Lanny Bird of Courage
    Originally posted by mmQ Is there a calcuable number of possible sequences of synapse combinations or paths?

    Carnality of the power set of the Cartesian product of the set of a subject's neurons and itself. Let me know when I can expect my Nobel prize.
  2. #42
    mmQ Lisa Turtle
    Originally posted by Lanny Carnality of the power set of the Cartesian product of the set of a subject's neurons and itself. Let me know when I can expect my Nobel prize.

    So yes or no?
  3. #43
    Lanny Bird of Courage
    yes
  4. #44
    Mewsik African Astronaut [diagonally photosensitise my summation]
    Originally posted by Obbe


    Complete and udder dumbness
  5. #45
    Mewsik African Astronaut [diagonally photosensitise my summation]
    All the answers lay in each and every one of us. Stop reading, stop watching videos and TV. Be silent, connect with other human beings who have not polluted their bodies with poison their entire lives, or surrendered them selves and their ability to listen to their own knowing in a serene and compassionately way ... those who go inward and remember ... truth!

    This idiot is an alien. He has no connection with his soul .. the only thing that never dies. Well .. that once was true, souls are burning out at a rapid speed.
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  6. #46
    Obbe Alan What? [annoy my right-angled speediness]
    Originally posted by Mewsik All the answers lay in each and every one of us. Stop reading, stop watching videos and TV. Be silent, connect with other human beings who have not polluted their bodies with poison their entire lives, or surrendered them selves and their ability to listen to their own knowing in a serene and compassionately way … those who go inward and remember … truth!

    This idiot is an alien. He has no connection with his soul .. the only thing that never dies. Well .. that once was true, souls are burning out at a rapid speed.

    I like that.
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  7. #47
    GGG victim of incest [my veinlike two-fold aepyornidae]
    Originally posted by Mewsik All the answers lay in each and every one of us. Stop reading, stop watching videos and TV. Be silent, connect with other human beings who have not polluted their bodies with poison their entire lives, or surrendered them selves and their ability to listen to their own knowing in a serene and compassionately way … those who go inward and remember … truth!

    This idiot is an alien. He has no connection with his soul .. the only thing that never dies. Well .. that once was true, souls are burning out at a rapid speed.

    You lose any right to say shit like this when you sign up for this site.
  8. #48
    Originally posted by Obbe I don't know why you would or wouldn't, but I do think most people don't feel responsible for some of the various unconscious processes our bodies perform, and do feel responsible for others, but really aren't. I feel like I'm responsible for the words I'm typing right now but whatever is going on in my brain making me think these thoughts and have this feeling is something I actually have no influence over.


    Everybody acknowledged that. Nobody really "takes credit for" their heart beating either. They take credit for the things they take to be within their domain of control. There is no additional subject "self" to control it. You're basically just committing the homunculus fallacy, but for free will; there is no "double willing".
  9. #49
    Lanny Bird of Courage
    I mean I agree with you homobro, but I think you're a little too excited about the whole "homunculus fallacy" thing lately
  10. #50
    I think I've said it twice. It makes a lot of sense to me; it exposes the gay way experiential or first person ideas are obscured by leaving the hypothetical "observer" or "willer".
  11. #51
    mmQ Lisa Turtle
    Fucking home uncles fallacy you edge pots of the highest order. What the fuck. Lol.

    A double vision fallacy upon fallacy. My goodness
  12. #52
    Go to slep
  13. #53
    mmQ Lisa Turtle
    No Im walking outside and the fresh layer of snow is on the ground just sparkling all over from the lights and I wonder is it free will.

    It's beautiful though.
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  14. #54
    Obbe Alan What? [annoy my right-angled speediness]
    Originally posted by PhD in Condom Mechanics Everybody acknowledged that. Nobody really "takes credit for" their heart beating either. They take credit for the things they take to be within their domain of control. There is no additional subject "self" to control it. You're basically just committing the homunculus fallacy, but for free will; there is no "double willing".

    But there is no domain of control. You control the words you type in that post exactly as much as you control your beating heart, yet you feel responsible for the words. But if you were to make a spelling error while typing you would feel that you made a "mistake" even though you have no control over what your intention was. That feeling of being in control is illusory.
  15. #55
    I’d rather listen to Sam Smith than Sam Harris and I fucking hate same Sam smith
  16. #56
    Mewsik African Astronaut [diagonally photosensitise my summation]
    Originally posted by GGG You lose any right to say shit like this when you sign up for this site.

    Hi G ... many many many years ago, I met a red headed, blue eyed, non drinking monk in a cowboy bar. He was there to give me a gift. Though neither of us knew that was why we were both there, until we started chatting. At the time, I hated country music and stupid line dancing. There was no good reason for either of us to be there, logically anyway.
  17. #57
    Originally posted by Obbe But there is no domain of control. You control the words you type in that post exactly as much as you control your beating heart, yet you feel responsible for the words. But if you were to make a spelling error while typing you would feel that you made a "mistake" even though you have no control over what your intention was. That feeling of being in control is illusory.

    I feel control of these words because they're a result of my intentionality. I have no problem with the idea that my intentionality is composed of non-intentional, deterministic subsystems. They're not categorically different. It's like saying my calculator didn't generate the graph I made on it.
  18. #58
    mmQ Lisa Turtle
    Originally posted by Mewsik Hi G … many many many years ago, I met a red headed, blue eyed, non drinking monk in a cowboy bar. He was there to give me a gift. Though neither of us knew that was why we were both there, until we started chatting. At the time, I hated country music and stupid line dancing. There was no good reason for either of us to be there, logically anyway.

    A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, "My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?"

    The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. A sound not like anything he's ever heard before. The Sirens that nearly seduced Odysseus into crashing his ship comes to his mind. He doesn't sleep that night. He tosses and turns trying to figure out what could possibly be making such a seductive sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk."

    Distraught, the man is forced to leave.

    Years later, after never being able to forget that sound, the man goes back to the monastery and pleads for the answer again.

    The monks reply, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk."

    The man says, "If the only way I can find out what is making that beautiful sound is is to become a monk, then please, make me a monk."

    The monks reply, "You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of grains of sand When you find these answers, you will have become a monk."

    The man sets about his task. After years of searching he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. "I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for: By design, the world is in a state of perpetual change. Only God knows what you ask. All a man can know is himself, and only then if he is honest and reflective and willing to strip away self deception."

    The monks reply, "Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the mystery of the sound."

    The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, "The sound is beyond that door."

    The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man is given the key to the stone door and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. And so it went that he needed keys to doors of emerald, gold and diamond.

    Finally, the monks say, "This is the last key to the last door."

    The man is apprehensive to no end. His life's wish is behind the door! He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is utterly amazed to find the source of that haunting and seductive sound...
  19. #59
    GGG victim of incest [my veinlike two-fold aepyornidae]
    An orange jellybean
  20. #60
    Mewsik African Astronaut [diagonally photosensitise my summation]
    That's a stupid joke
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