"If my mental processes are determined wholly by the motions of atoms in my brain, I have no reason to suppose that my beliefs are true ... and hence I have no reason for supposing my brain to be composed of atoms." —J.B.S. Haldane Possible Worlds, page 209
dysfunctional values and fuckheads.
its fucked up.
Whats even right anymore.
Brains that creates unique conceptions of the world ..
Everything is abstract'
naturalism is bleeding
. A soul is a mere reflection
the human is
the silent black bird
the black bird stares
"In particular, nothing proves that an entity (e.g. a computer or robot) which would perfectly mimic human beings, and especially perfectly mimic expressions of feelings (like joy, fear, anger, ...), would not indeed experience them, thus having similar states of consciousness to what a real human would have."
Everything is TWISTED
What isn't chaotic
what is order
who isn't fucked up?
All the pollution of minds
The pleasure center was discovered in the 1950s by two brain researchers named James Olds, and Peter Milner who were investigating whether rats might be made uncomfortable by electrical stimulation of certain areas of their brain, particularly the limbic system.
In the experiment, an electrical current was given to rats if they entered a certain corner of a cage, with the theory that they would stay away from that corner if the effect was uncomfortable.
Instead, they came back quickly after the first stimulation and even more quickly after the second. In later experiments, they allowed the rats to press the stimulation lever themselves, to the effect that they would press it as much as seven-hundred times per hour. This region soon came to be known as the “pleasure center”.
Rats in Skinner boxes with metal electrodes implanted into their nucleus accumbens will repeatedly press a lever which activates this region, and will do so in preference over food and water, eventually dying from exhaustion....eventually dying from exhaustion.
black and white web
white and black
white and red
everything turns grey
The streets, the terms
My mind is greyish
and thoughts are futile.
THERE IS NO COHESION; THERE IS NO COHESION; THERE IS NO CWESGSDF
"If minds are wholly dependent on brains, and brains on biochemistry, and biochemistry (in the long run) on the meaningless flux of the atoms, I cannot understand how the thought of those minds should have any more significance than the sound of the wind in the trees." —C.S.Lewis, The Weight of Glory, page 139