Land of Diskgrinder

The notion of  After-Voice —the condition in which consciousness arises retroactively to justify action—renders the traditional  philosophical zombie  largely redundant. The zombie was invented to dramatise the gap between behaviour and awareness: a creature indistinguishable from a person yet supposedly without inner experience. But if consciousness itself is an  after-voice , a retrospective narration laid over behaviour, then every human being is, momentarily, a zombie until the narration arrives. The difference is not ontological but temporal. The p-zombie’s emptiness is just the millisecond before the story catches up. The thought experiment collapses into farce once we recognise that the commentary we call “mind” is a delayed subtitle, not a hidden flame. In that light, the p-zombie isn’t a philosophical challenge; it’s merely someone who hasn’t yet had the chance to explain themselves.

Hey there, back again 

 Part of the reason why I am starting up this posting platform again is because I’m trying to remember a poem that I wrote about my parents house don’t think I will remember it nor will you. 

 So I’ve been posting on blue sky recently, but now I think I need to go back to this because there’s certain things I want to say in a much longer form that I couldn’t say in the tiny tweet sized packets that blue sky insists on so there you go as the thing that’s happening now