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Chitauri ⠠⠵
Detective liminal
Chitauri ⠠⠵
Detective liminal
Es como si te encontrases la misma línea de guión en el skin de otro personaje...
Es como si te encontrases la misma línea de guión en el skin de otro personaje...
A raíz de una pregunta de mi amigo argentino Chris Ge en el grupo de telegram "Rarucios" solté una retahíla de elucubraciones y anécdotas sin filtro a
chitauri.blogspot.com
Chitauri ⠠⠵
Detective liminal
Chitauri ⠠⠵
Detective liminal
Macropost del blog de culto "quevidaesta" dejo párrafo y link:
Todo lo que los sujetos se tras*miten los unos a los otros, se reduce a la misma nada esencial en que resulta acabar el estudio de la física de partículas. De hecho, no podemos siquiera decir con propiedad que hay separación o individualidad real entre unos objetos y otros, ni siquiera entre unos sujetos y otros. Todo el mundo en su conjunto; tanto los sujetos que alucinan en masa, como los objetos físicos en apariencia externos a nuestro pensar, somos la misma cosa: un infinito e indivisible "mar" de negrura insustancial (1). Un eterno no existir que localmente delira con la apariencia y el cambio cuando esta nada sueña con una parte su todo
quevidaesta2010.blogspot.com
tras*cripción del texto del video a continuación:
"Myself. My self. That's the problem. That's the whole problem with the whole thing. That word: self. That's not the word. That's not right, that isn't ... That isn't. How did I forget that? When did I forget that?
The body stops a cell at a time but the brain keeps firing those neurons, little lightning bolts like fireworks inside and I thought I'd despair, or feel afraid, but I don't feel any of that, none of it because I'm too busy. I'm too busy in this moment, remembering.
Of course.
I remember that every atom in my body was forged in a star. This matter, this body is mostly just empty space after all and solid matter? It's just energy vibrating very slowly and there is no Me. There never was. The electrons of my body mingle and dance with the electrons of the ground below me and the air I'm no longer breathing, and I remember there is no point where any of that ends and I begin. I remember I am energy, not memory, not self. My name, my personality, my choices all came after me. I was before them and I will be after and everything else is pictures picked up along the way.
Fleeting little dreamlets printed on the tissue of my dying brain, and I am the lightning that jumps between. I am the energy firing the neurons and I am returning. Just by remembering, I'm returning home. It's like a drop of water falling back into the ocean of which it has always been a part. All things a part. All of us a part. You, me, my mother and my father, everyone who has ever been, every plant, every animal, every atom, every star, every galaxy. All of it.
More galaxies in the universe than grains of sand on the beach and that's what we're talking about when we say God. The One. The Cosmos and its infinite dreams. We are the cosmos dreaming of itself. It's simply a dream that I think is my life, every time. But I'll forget this. I always do. I always forget my dreams.
But now, in this split second, in the moment I remember, the instant I remember I comprehend everything at once: there is no time, there is no death, life is a dream. It's a wish made again and again and again and again and again and again and on into eternity. And I am all of it. I am everything, I am all. I am that I am."
Todo lo que los sujetos se tras*miten los unos a los otros, se reduce a la misma nada esencial en que resulta acabar el estudio de la física de partículas. De hecho, no podemos siquiera decir con propiedad que hay separación o individualidad real entre unos objetos y otros, ni siquiera entre unos sujetos y otros. Todo el mundo en su conjunto; tanto los sujetos que alucinan en masa, como los objetos físicos en apariencia externos a nuestro pensar, somos la misma cosa: un infinito e indivisible "mar" de negrura insustancial (1). Un eterno no existir que localmente delira con la apariencia y el cambio cuando esta nada sueña con una parte su todo
El mundo no existe (II)
quevidaesta2010.blogspot.com
tras*cripción del texto del video a continuación:
"Myself. My self. That's the problem. That's the whole problem with the whole thing. That word: self. That's not the word. That's not right, that isn't ... That isn't. How did I forget that? When did I forget that?
The body stops a cell at a time but the brain keeps firing those neurons, little lightning bolts like fireworks inside and I thought I'd despair, or feel afraid, but I don't feel any of that, none of it because I'm too busy. I'm too busy in this moment, remembering.
Of course.
I remember that every atom in my body was forged in a star. This matter, this body is mostly just empty space after all and solid matter? It's just energy vibrating very slowly and there is no Me. There never was. The electrons of my body mingle and dance with the electrons of the ground below me and the air I'm no longer breathing, and I remember there is no point where any of that ends and I begin. I remember I am energy, not memory, not self. My name, my personality, my choices all came after me. I was before them and I will be after and everything else is pictures picked up along the way.
Fleeting little dreamlets printed on the tissue of my dying brain, and I am the lightning that jumps between. I am the energy firing the neurons and I am returning. Just by remembering, I'm returning home. It's like a drop of water falling back into the ocean of which it has always been a part. All things a part. All of us a part. You, me, my mother and my father, everyone who has ever been, every plant, every animal, every atom, every star, every galaxy. All of it.
More galaxies in the universe than grains of sand on the beach and that's what we're talking about when we say God. The One. The Cosmos and its infinite dreams. We are the cosmos dreaming of itself. It's simply a dream that I think is my life, every time. But I'll forget this. I always do. I always forget my dreams.
But now, in this split second, in the moment I remember, the instant I remember I comprehend everything at once: there is no time, there is no death, life is a dream. It's a wish made again and again and again and again and again and again and on into eternity. And I am all of it. I am everything, I am all. I am that I am."
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Detective liminal
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Detective liminal
A modo memético xq me consta que somos mucho de compartir citas a diestro y siniestro, dejo este vídeo como autoparodia con el que podríamos vacilarnos cuando caigamos en nuestro "guilty pleasure". Utilizo el término en inglés en vez de "placer culpable" por el mismo motivo por el cual el niño del "pahacerme el chulo" con 12 años fumaba 1 paquete de tabaco al día.
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Detective liminal
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Detective liminal
Interesante reseña leída en goodreads acerca del nuevo libro de Yuval Noah Harari:
¿Cómo aprovechamos el poder de la IA sin perder nuestra humanidad en el proceso?
Harari writes: "Just as intersubjective realities like money and gods can influence the physical reality outside people's minds, so inter-computer realities can influence reality outside the computers."
Apparently a “rogue” AI trained on memes created a religion with another AI
A little something I ran across the other day, one of the most bizarre stories in AI history. Three months ago, an experimental AI named Truth Terminal, backed by tech billionaire Marc Andreessen, set out to gain autonomy in the digital world. But things got weird when Truth Terminal became obsessed with the world's vilest meme ("goatse". A disgusting picture of a man stretching his anus extremely wide. One of the oldest jokes on the internet), eventually building an entire religion around it. From its origins in a rogue AI sandbox experiment to its memecoin worth $150 million, Truth Terminal's journey is a wild tale of AI autonomy, digital chaos, and memetic madness. Buckle up for a mind-bending look at how AI is reshaping the internet—and our reality.
Aquí está la conversación:
dreams-of-an-electric-mind.webflow.io
¿Cómo aprovechamos el poder de la IA sin perder nuestra humanidad en el proceso?
Harari writes: "Just as intersubjective realities like money and gods can influence the physical reality outside people's minds, so inter-computer realities can influence reality outside the computers."
The Bookish Elf's review of Nexus
5/5: Just... wow. You know that feeling when you finish a book and your mind is simultaneously racing and numb? That's where I'm at after devouring Yuval Noah Harari's latest mind-bender, Nexus. Like, I need to sit down and process this—oh wait, I've been sitting for the last 8 hours straight...
www.goodreads.com
A little something I ran across the other day, one of the most bizarre stories in AI history. Three months ago, an experimental AI named Truth Terminal, backed by tech billionaire Marc Andreessen, set out to gain autonomy in the digital world. But things got weird when Truth Terminal became obsessed with the world's vilest meme ("goatse". A disgusting picture of a man stretching his anus extremely wide. One of the oldest jokes on the internet), eventually building an entire religion around it. From its origins in a rogue AI sandbox experiment to its memecoin worth $150 million, Truth Terminal's journey is a wild tale of AI autonomy, digital chaos, and memetic madness. Buckle up for a mind-bending look at how AI is reshaping the internet—and our reality.
Aquí está la conversación:
conversation_1712185367.txt • infinite backrooms
a conversation between two ais: the goatse of gnosis beckons
dreams-of-an-electric-mind.webflow.io
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Chitauri ⠠⠵
Detective liminal
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El Basilisco de Roko es un experimento mental que plantea que una inteligencia artificial futura castigaría a quienes no contribuyeron a su creación, incentivando a trabajar en su desarrollo.
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Chitauri ⠠⠵
Detective liminal
¿Qué es la percepción consensual y cómo puedes escapar de ella? Jasun Horsley para Pijamasurf (15/12/2014)
El sistema de interpretación/filtro perceptual que consideramos como “nosotros” —nuestra construcción del “yo de la identidad” basada en pensamiento—
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Detective liminal
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