Showing posts with label illusion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label illusion. Show all posts

Thursday, August 21, 2014

We Contain Multitudes

We are patterns, processes, interconnected life forms sharing a space. That our minds have thoughts in each moment, that our brains exist longer than the rest of us, gives rise to the illusion of consistency. In reality, throughout our entire lives, we are in a constant state of becoming.


Cell Life Times

Adult humans have about 37 trillion cells (37,000,000,000,000). Each has its own life span ranging from a few hours to our entire lifetimes. Red blood cells live for about four months. White blood cells average more than a year. Skin cells die in about 18 days. Colon cells live less than five days. Some brain cells live an entire lifetime.

The number, arrangement, life, and state of our cells undergo constant change. They are never the same from moment to moment. For the middle aged like me, most of my body is less than ten years old, although in total cell's average about a 16 year lifespan.

Our brains are standout exception to this aging. Most brain cells live as long as we do. A few die, a few arrive to fill in, but most are with us through our entire lives. This persistence in our brains existence is part of the reason we perceive ourselves as being more consistent than we are.


Body Biomes

We are more than just human cells, our genetic makeup is only a tiny fraction of the total genes that exist inside our bodies. There are many bacteria that live inside us, on us, with us.

In this sense we humans are more like biomes or ecologies than individuals. In a 200-pound adult, 5 pounds of us are not truly us. For every human gene in our body, there are 360 microbial genes. This includes viruses, micro-phages, and other tiny organisms.

There are about a two thousand trillion bacteria (2,000,000,000,000,000) in our bodies. Our human cells are outnumbered by twenty to one by bacteria. Human cells tend to have more weight and size, but lose the numbers and diversity game.

Bacteria and yeast colonies live through most of the body. Coexisting in symbiotic relationships with us from our bellybuttons to our eyebrows, from our blood vessels to our ear canals. Bacteria are so vital to our survival that we would soon die without them.

More than 500 species of our co-life-forms are living at any one time in an adult intestine.
Our friendly passengers produce molecules that help us harness energy and extract building blocks from food, act as a first line of immune defense, and provide communication pathways between our cells.


Inside Cells

Even though an individual cell may exist for a period of time, The contents of cells are also constantly changing. All cells are in constant motion within.

Inside each cell has a ongoing flurry of activity as it builds, transports, uses, then recycles proteins. There are about 100,000 different kinds of proteins necessary for each human cell to function. Each protein exists for about one to two days.



Molecules go in and out of cells constantly. Large complex molecules containing energy, raw materials, signals for behavior and more; pass in, move through, and leave cells regularly. Smaller molecules like oxygen, water, and carbon dioxide move in, out, and about cells freely.


Very well, then I contradict myself,
I am large, I contain multitudes.
We Are Multitudes

We have a over five hundred (500) times the number of cells in our bodies as there are stars in the milky way galaxy.

It is our shared illusion to perceive ourselves as humans rather than ecosystems with a human framework. Not sensing the cells, the proteins, or bacteria allows us to ignore their fundamental part of our existence.

We think ourselves a single thing, but we are much more than that.

At each moment we are something. In the next moment we have changed all over. As time passes what we are is completely different.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Tokens of Being

Stumbling In the Dark

Getting out of bed late one night to answer bladder's demand for a release of pressure, I blindly walked in the darkness toward the toilet.  With scant light, I was following a mental picture of the room, groping my way toward where I remembered the porcelain throne might be.

Suddenly a sharp pain shoots up from my toe.  It had collided with a forgotten coffee table.  A sensation of pain demands my focus.  I had felt this pain before and knew it meant trouble.

Hopping toward where I remembered the light switch to be, I groped to flick it and gain a better sense of how the room was laid out.  It was obvious that my mental map of objects did not meet it's reality.  I was paying a price for a bad idea.


Tracing Experience

The sense of pain works by a series of events that starts in the toe and ends in my brain.  The skin has cells which act like sensors, gadgets that detect temperature, pressure, damage and more.

These sensor cells respond to their environment by sending chemical signals to nearby nerve cells. The nerve cells are like long wires that feed the signal into the spinal column, up my back, and on to my brain.

From the top of my spine the signal is split into three parts. One part of the information goes onto the thalamus where memories are associated. A second signal is sent to the part of the brain governing awareness and attention.  A third signal is sent to the body map laid out on the very surface of my brain.

My awareness of the pain, where it came from, and how it may have been caused, are all wired into what I am.  My sense of the world is fed chemically from toe to thought.


Indirect Experience

The pain in my toe is experienced indirectly, but this is not how it feels.  The awareness of my toe and its pain is triggered by conditions in the toe.  What happens to the toe is relayed to my brain where the experience is felt and understood.  I am wired in such a way that the map in my brain seems as if it is the toe, but it is not.  The toe is connected by signals to an area of brain is associated with the toe.  My experience of my toe is actually the part of my brain that understands my toe.  The signal is understood to be the toe.

The signals that damage has occurred are symbols.  The signals are not the pain itself.  The signals are representations, metaphors of the experience of the toe's condition.

The direct connection between the sensor and the represented gives us an illusion of being all at once, when in reality we are manipulating signals, symbols, metaphors of the experience.

Symbols travel down the nerves to provide information.  It is a symbol of the damage to my toe that reaches my brain.

A clearer example of this happens when a person's toe is amputated.  The amputee continues to experience as if the toe existed when it is long gone from their bodies.  The nerves which carry information about the toe can read false triggers.  Symbols travel to the brain from sources that no longer relate to any toe.

Signals of existence of the toe are still mapped to the brain area that relates to the toe.  This area of the brain tries to interpret the signals as if the toe where still there.  If the amputee is lucky, the brain will adapt to ignore the false signals and begin to forget the toe.  Unlucky amputees can experience pain from a toe that no longer exists.

This idea, that our experience is symbolic, runs counter to our experience.  We feel as if we are a body in the world.  Our sensors give us information about the world in what seems like presence.  We are unaware of the translation of sense into symbol and so find it hard to accept.  Our being is experienced differently than our actuality.  What seems direct experience, is indirect as symbols.


Senses as Representations

Boxes are a thing we can put other things in.  The box could hold fruit or toys or even just air.  The box's function, its ability to hold contents, gives rise to the idea of what a box is.  At first, this idea is confusing.  The box is a squarish thing with five sides and a hole in the middle.  When we think of a box, we think of the cardboard on it's boundaries, physical shape, and size.  The boxes ability to contain other things comes later.  Seeing the box's utility is added as a characteristic of the box as a thing.

If the box is full of something, it takes on the properties of that thing in our mind.  A box of light bulbs is about the light bulbs and the box only a way of saying "these light bulbs belong together".  The box has become more than its cardboard and shape, it is a placeholder for stuff in it.

This is also how our brain operates on sense data.  We have the equivalent of boxes where symbols are stored. Our sensory data is is held in a mental equivalent of a box that allows us to put a boundary upon it, to fix a limit where the symbol can exist.

The things in the box are like the sensory experience held in our brains.  We hold indirect, symbols of the sense data in our brains.  We do not have the actual reality, only a symbol bounded by the boxes that make up our brains.


Experience Disconnect

Understanding that our experience is not the thing that actually happens assaults the mind.  Our moment to moment feeling does not feel abstract.  Our lives do not feel symbolic.  We feels as if it is in the now, as if reality is happening to us.  Our symbols feels as if they are us.  This feeling is an illusion, an abstraction of the reality we exist in.

Another way to approach this seeming disconnect between reality and our experience is to consider what it means to look at a tree.

When I look at a tree's leaves, I see green.  That frequency of light that hits my eye is the wave length of the color green.

The light photon vibrates in a way that triggers my eye sensor, sending a chemical impulse to my brain saying "green was detected".

The light that hit the tree had many frequencies, many colors.  The tree absorbed all of the light except what was green.  The tree contains, absorbs, holds all those colors of light.  The only light that gets reflected away from the tree is the green light.  The green light is the part that is NOT the tree.

When I see the green from the tree, I'm seeing what the tree is not.  The reality is that the tree is all the colors except green.  My experience of the tree when I look at it is not what the tree is, but what the tree it is not.

If I go to a friend and say "The tree is everything but green", they will most probably think I am a little crazy.  Their experience of the tree being green is a strongly held illusion.  Challenges to the illusion violate their pattern of experience.

 Not knowing the tree as it is, a thing that absorbs everything but green, we assume the green we see is what the tree is.

Our symbolic experience of reality can be understood, but remains remote from our seeming experience of it.


Symbols of Stored Experience

The brains neurons are plastic.  The connections between them and the chemicals held inside the cells of our brain are in a constant state of flux.  Each new sensory input changes quantity and position of chemicals held in each neuron cell.  Neuron cells make connections, break them, and reconnect in new ways to hold symbolic representations of the total reality we experience.

In a sense, each neuron and its connections acts like a box.  It holds symbolic information, a representation of the sensory data.

Each new sense from our body is layered on top of the senses we have had before.  A more and more complex set of symbols is built through this chemical and mechanical storage of symbols we have experienced.

As we live life, we gain more and more sensory data.  The experience is translated into symbols that wash over the brain.  Each experience is layered into the very structure of our brains.  Our brains become many symbols held together.  The longer we live, the more symbolic information is layered, the more accurate our symbolic model of reality can become.


Experiencing the Moment

Each moment has a unique content of chemicals and structure that we experience as "now".  Our constant plasticity, our constant changing of our brains structure, our constant input of new senses gives rise to the feeling of being in the moment.

Each thought can be understood as a brain structure of symbols experienced.  This does not happen all alone.  The brain is always receiving new signals.  The symbols, the content of the brain is always changing.

Watching the waves crash or lap onto the a beach is another way of absorbing how the brain works.  As the water flows in and out in waves or ripples, it acts like the sensory data hitting our brains.

Our brains store senses like sand on the beach.  Each wave pushes the sand particles about, changing the shape and structure of the beach.   The overall shape of the beach remains.


The waves never stop.  The focus of changes can move up and down the beach.

Sensory data puts pressure on the pattern of our brains as the waves water pulls and pushes the sand.  The beaches shape is constant yet plastic. The brain holds symbols from previous waves of thought, adding each new sensory experience on top of those that came before.

Our experience of consciousness, our experience of mind, is both the wave and the beach at once.  Our sense data provides the waves of water, while our brain remembers the previous waves in the very structure of the beach.  We experience both the wave and the sand at once.  We are our memory and our senses at the same time.


Soul as Symbol

Experiencing the world through indirect symbols, feeling the sense data in context of what was already in our minds, gives us an experience of being.  Our past experiences are apart of our interpretation of the moment of sensation. This constant connection between the experience of now and the past layers of experience gives us a feeling of self as a being in time.

We experience ourselves only indirectly.  We form a symbol, a metaphor of what we are.  This idea of our existence exists as a symbol of symbols is an abstraction, a meta-symbol defines us to ourselves.

Another way of thinking about this returns us to the box and its contents.  We commonly view our body as a box that holds our mind.  We put our mind's existence into the box of our body.  We consider our mind is not the box, but our mind is it's contents.  Yet the box is required to hold the symbol.

We are confused by the need for a box and the description of our minds as a symbol in the box.  In order to understand this relationship between box and the symbol it holds, we isolate them, objectify them, considering the box as separate and apart from the symbol.

Assigning a separateness to the box and symbol is an misconception, a by product of how we experience reality, but not the actual reality we are experiencing.  This leads us to see the world as dualistic, two separate but connected parts united into a single thing.


Token Culmination

Starting with sensors of experience, our nerves send patterns representing the reality to our brains where a symbolic abstraction is held.

Our awareness is a symbolic translation of reality.  Our physical experience of the world is indirect, metaphorical, an analogy of what is.

Knowing no other but the symbol, we presume it is the reality.  Unable to transcend ourselves in experience, we are a bounded, closed system.

Our minds are symbolic representations of reality. In this way we only experience the symbols, never the reality.

Our symbolic experience maps so well with our expectations of being, we are tricked us into thinking the symbol is the reality.  Never experiencing reality as it is, we only know tokens of being.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Superhero and Structure


Ronald Reagan as Superman
Much discussion has been had in politics lately about anarchy versus order, individuals versus the collective. Words like 'liberal' and 'conservative', 'socialism' and 'capitalism' are bandied about like so many clouds on a stormy day. Our political discourse seems divided into camps of one form or another, each convinced they have the right answers because of their own personal theories of government, politics, and social organization.

Discussions like this remind me vaguely of arguments about comic book heroes. Both require analysis of myths about where powers come from and how they are used. Neither is grounded in the reality we live. Comic book superheros and political theorists provide us with myths to help us imagine what could be, but should never be confused with what is.

Obama is the Anti-Christ
Imagine two young men in a comic book store arguing things like “Ayn Rand trumps Karl Marx, dude, she has creative people powers!” Or two grumpy old men in a diner debating if Superman could beat Batman in a tug of war. Those may be educational and entertaining, but they are no way to run a society.

These discussions may tell us more about ourselves than about how to make a more perfect union or cool super hero. Plato, the first great political philosopher,viewed society as a reflection of the man. That each man should strive to be good, just as each society should. Men learn and change, so should societies.

Sarah Palin as Wonder Woman
Governmental systems, political organization theory said a different way, are the means by which we design the process and procedures of a society. These structures are the rules and habits the people rely on to get along and get what they want. The needs, wants, resources, and tools available are different in each moment.

Each local society in each time has different requirements. A desert society with great scarcity of resources will most probably need a different form of organization than a river plain society with abundant resources. A society at peace and a society at war will have unique needs.

Ayn Rand has the Right Stuff
The lines of 'anarchy' to 'order' and 'demos' to 'aristo' are not only effected by sustainability issues, but also by the dreams and ambitions of the cultures involved.

I see no historical evidence that any system of political organization that was stable over time. Even the most long lived (Rome or Chinese) societies undergo some pretty radical organizational changes in time.

Perhaps the best organization is that which is adaptable to its environment as a life form.

Even in my father's life time, my own country has morphed from a capitalism (pre-great depression) to a planned economy (world war 2) to various forms social distribution and capitalism (post world war 2). In addition the power structures have shifted from distributed to centralized and back several times. All this is done in a framework that allows power to move from one branch of government (judicial, executive, legislative) to another depending upon the needs of the moment.

I maintain it is not the specific form of government, rather its ability to to adapt that is the key to political success. This adaptability comes from the mechanical structure of its rules rather than its idealized form (anarchy, liberalism, democracy, etc.).

So Batman is not always going to beat Superman, Ayn Rand did not come up with the perfect economic system, Spiderman is not always nice, socialism is not always evil, the Hulk can be a jerk sometimes and free markets can wreck havoc if left unchecked.

Let's ask ourselves the mature question; “What is needed next for this situation at this time?”

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Free Won't


My hand is poised by the handle of the coffee cup. I desire the coffee. I desire to prove I have the free will to not take the coffee. The competing desires hover in my mind, choice not yet taken.

Instead, my mind wanders to the heat death of the universe and the seeming deterministic end that with or without the coffee dissipates all into incoherence.

That cat only dies or not when observed. What then observes my hand near the handle of the coffee cup? Some Cartesian theater inside my head? Some probability wave collapsing in 100 billion neuron connections cohering into a choice? Have I already decided and am just waiting to observe the decision?


Photo By Roslyn
Whatever the mechanism, the observing appears to allow choice to be made. As a practical matter of existence in a culture with law and morality there is a common assumption of some degree of personal choice effecting actions. To argue against the existence of free will appears to take concepts like "responsibility" and slap them like a bad puppy.

I am left then with the lack of knowledge on the "how free will happens?" question. That region of our explorations where it appears thar' be dragons.

The action I take will have consequences unforeseen, but in the end-of-ends inconsequential. Instead I'll let that last sip of coffee go and brew some more.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Relative Uncertainty


They lie
Those who know all
They LIE
Why
It matters not
But they lie



Truth is
Subjective rot
Truth IS
Sought
Like a river
Motion, not form



Dreams are
Reality wishing
Dreams ARE
Bought
To keep tame
Those who think



Facts be
Objective id
Facts BE
Exist
Sensory relative
Experienced never

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Model Mind


Earth I touch though it be too large to feel all.
Sun I see but dare not look lest lose my sight.
Air I hear and only your voice has my attention.
Water I taste with just dissoluble flavor.
I do not know these elements as they are.
I only know my sense of them,
The world is the other, the outside, my imagined.

Each hair is linked with the nervous system. When energy affects a cell, a chain reaction falls up a column of cell dominoes, connecting in bundles, threading inside a spinal bone shield, terminating at the base of our brains where a switchboard prioritizes and directs signals to banks of memory cells.

This path from skin to mind is our sense of the world. Heat, motion, or electrical energy cause different chemical signals flowing from our finger to our head. The more intense the energy, the stronger the signal, the more intense our experience.

Sense Detectors

Each of our senses has many and diverse detectors. Touch has inputs for pressure, temperature, and damage.

Hearing uses 20,000 hairs bending to vibrations, triggering other pathways to our memory.

Sight has 120,000,000 rods to detecting batches of light photons; along with 6,000,000 cones that detect their vibrations in hues of yellow, red, or blue.

The patterns of light which bounced off the strangers face, the high energy heat from the stove top, the vibrations from your own footsteps are all detected and sent to your pattern holding brain.

These millions upon millions of detectors are always in operation, sending an onslaught of new information which we process and store.

Our detectors lay patterns into the very structure of our brains. Large interconnected groups of cells that form webs act as storage spaces for the signals the body's sensors have received. 


Pattern Forms

Over and over and over again signals are sent to the brain until patterns begin to slowly form. The individual cells in our brain connect and reconnect as signals are reinforced or fade away. The very structure of these cells become a metaphor for the reality our sensors sensed.

We call this pattern forming of senses to the brain “learning”. The brain has about 100,000,000,000 (100 billion) individual memory cells handling these inputs and holding on to patterns of information expressed within them.

Each memory cell is connected with thousands of other memory cells. These connections between cells shift and change as memories form and fade. Some memories cause many connections, others only a few.  Some memories create more connections and we remember while others lose connections and we forget.

Bio Start-up

The entire system from sensor to memory starts to develop at about twenty-five days after conception. The first signals start laying patterns almost immediately and continue under heavy, constant change for many years.

 Initially memory cells join and break connections quickly; gradually slowing until we die. More and more memory cells are produced during our body's entire life, although the majority of them appear when young.

In this whole system of body and brain that forms our sense and memory, we do not experience the world directly. Rather we have detected the energy on the surface of our bodies and translated it into patterns of memory within our brains.  These memory patterns are what we know the world to be.


Model Mind

Thinking that the world we know is only a metaphor or model of the world as it actually is can be a strange thing to understand at first.

We have built a model of the world in our brains that reliably allows us to estimate what is there, to predict what will happen next.

We think we know the earth, the sun, the air, and the water; but we do not. We sense energy and model it into a memory world within us.


Distant Mother

When we see our mother's face, we actually have light vibrations in our eye that are only the reflections from our mother.

When we feel her cuddle us tight, we felt the pressure of her touch, but not actually her cells.

Our ears feel the vibration in the air from her lips, but do not hear her.

Only when we suckle do we take in a part of her into us, but even that part of her we do not sense directly as it quickly becomes a part of us instead.



Sensible Beauty

It is beautiful and strange that the world we know is sensed and imagined, but never known directly. We have, perhaps, a mutual shared model of the world that is outside us. Practically, we must use our internal model of the world as if it were real. Accepting our model as the world allows us to interact with it, act in response to it, and impose our will upon it.

We live in a self-built artificial bubble of reality called mind. A beautiful model of what we believe is.


Wednesday, December 19, 2012

I Am All That

Perceived motion leads to a belief in separateness
Although to my perspective I am separate and apart from the universe, this view is an illusion.

With each breath I suck in billions of atoms of oxygen, nitrogen, argon, water, carbon dioxide.  Salt crystals from sea spray, microbes that live in the air, dust floating all around me comes in through my lungs.

Billion of molecules come in my mouth when eating and are deposited out the other end of the digestion tube several times a day.  For some reason I prefer to observe about what is coming in this digestion tube more than pay attention to what goes out it.

Sitting in the bathtub, water and soap are absorbed through my skin.  Swelling skin is quickly dried and water and the pieces of me attached to it evaporate into the atmosphere without a notice.

So many millions of cells are shed each day that there is a complete eco-system of flora and fauna in the carpet and bed sheets that feeds on this bodily refuse.

At any moment all of these things are apart of the gathering called “me”.  I am not a single thing, but a collection of many, many things.

The stuff that makes me up at this moment will be different in another moment.  Each trace of time has a unique combination of  particular constituents composing my body.  The oxygen breathed in became carbon dioxide that was breathed out.  The parts of that salad from last night are quickly becoming blood cells, muscles, bone  and other things.   The toenails that pop so far away when cut were once apart of that thing I call me.

Becoming Me
When my cat licked my hand she got not only the faint residue of grease and salt from that yummy hamburger eaten earlier, but also licked and swallowed some of my skin cells.  The cat has part of me in her.

There is only so much water on planet earth, a limited and finite amount of that life necessary molecule.  The water cycle of evaporation and rain means that we share these water molecules in common.  The water in me now could have been in you a year ago.  Since we are mostly composed of water, which molecule of water is truly me or truly you?

Rather than thinking about myself then as a collection of things, it may be more useful to think of myself as a process containing things. Things that we share in common.  Things that are in the universe.  Each element that composes my bodily substance comes into to me, moves about, then goes away. Yet the collection identified as me remains.

I am a therefore a process in the universe, made of different things in that universe at different times.  I am apart of the universe and it is apart of me.

Where does the river begin and end?
Sometimes I dream I am like a  river.  A movement of things in a pattern made mostly of water falling through time and space.  The river is constantly changing but remains a unit.  Its boundaries and parts vary at every instant, yet we still see their assemblage as a whole, as an identifiable thing.

This knowledge of myself as a pattern of things that are within and shared by the universe around me  is both humbling and enriching.  I am apart of all the universe yet only a temporary pattern within its grander existence.  I look up at the stars and know, I too am all of that.


I am all that -  What good manners demand - Matter Drifts - Santa's Claws - Past As Now