When will I wake up? All that I do, I do while sleeping, with a half conscious and not thinking at all. It’s a shame, a real shame. Can you imagine what I am capable of doing when actually being awake? It’s unimaginable at this moment, therefor the question: ‘When will I wake up?’.
A philosophical zombie is nothing like the Hollywood zombies in movies. In philosophy this term is used to describe a physically identical you living in a parallel universe; walking, talking, moving just like you, except this zombie version of you doesn’t have a conscious. A philosophical zombie doesn’t have a phenomenal consciousness; which means that the zombie version of you doesn’t feel pain, or does’t experience what’s it like to see the red color of a rose e.g., in that parallel universe it lacks, what is called ‘qualia’. It lacks the subjective sense of experience. In this thought-experiment David Chalmers tries to point out that the world is more than the physical, materialistic aspects of life. There’s is something more, we have a sense of experience. A subjective experience. Only when experiencing something, you will truly understand it, no matter how grant your semantic knowledge seems to be. Nothing can top a true experience to truly understand what it’s like to be someone, or what it’s like to eat or what it feels like to swim e.g.
So never think you know simply by having read or having seen something, not until you experience it for yourself you will be more capable of truly understanding how something feels. But be aware that simply owning an experience, it doesn’t mean you truly know what’s it like to be the experience. That is merely the question.
A lot of words, takes a lot of time, yet so little say, with the least of content. I don’t understand why people use so many words when saying nothing at all. Why is that? I have many hypotheses about this issue, but none really matter. What matters is, is why people need all those words when you can easily say the same thing without wasting so much time. I know, i know, talking is for liking as liking is for showing. But frankly, when someone talks a lot, and say nothing, then in fact they have showed nothing.
(Forgive me for my incomprehension as for I am momentarily studying Philosophy).
More girls are killed in this routine gendercide in any ONE decade, than people were slaughtered in ALL the genocides of the 20th century."
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my life has purpose again!
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The thing is, you think you know me, but frankly no one really knows.
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Real-life Grave of the Fireflies: (Photo) Stoic Japanese orphan, standing at attention having brought his dead younger brother to a cremation pyre, Nagasaki, by Joe O’Donnell 1945
This photograph was taken by an American photojournalist, Joe O’Donnell, in Nagasaki in 1945.
He recently spoke to a Japanese interviewer about this picture:
“I saw a boy about ten years old walking by. He was carrying a baby on his back. In those days in Japan, we often saw children playing with their little brothers or sisters on their backs, but this boy was clearly different. I could see that he had come to this place for a serious reason. He was wearing no shoes. His face was hard. The little head was tipped back as if the baby were fast asleep.
“The boy stood there for five or ten minutes. The men in white masks walked over to him and quietly began to take off the rope that was holding the baby. That is when I saw that the baby was already dead. The men held the body by the hands and feet and placed it on the fire.
“The boy stood there straight without moving, watching the flames. He was biting his lower lip so hard that it shone with blood. The flame burned low like the sun going down. The boy turned around and walked silently away.
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I’m a reptile; living a solitair life with this camouflage as my surviving trait.
