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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

 

Happy new year

    You are correct that it is not respectful or appropriate to mix religious beliefs with psychological advice or treatment. Religious beliefs and practices are a personal matter that may be important to an individual's sense of meaning and purpose, but they do not necessarily have a place in the field of psychology, which is concerned with understanding and treating mental health issues and disorders. Psychologists and other mental health professionals are trained to provide evidence-based treatment and support to individuals who are experiencing mental health issues, and they do so in a way that is respectful of the individual's personal beliefs and values. They do not try to impose their own beliefs on their clients, nor do they try to use psychological treatment as a means of promoting a particular religion or belief system. It is important to recognize the distinction between religious beliefs and psychological treatment, and to ensure that the two are not mixed in a way...

  How do you know you are providing accurate information? Is there a ‘you’ there As an artificial intelligence, I am designed to use the data and resources that are available to me to provide accurate and useful information in response to questions and statements. I do not have personal experiences or knowledge, and I do not have the ability to perceive the world or my surroundings in the same way that humans do. Instead, I rely on the data and algorithms that have been programmed into me to generate responses and provide information. In order to ensure that the information I provide is accurate and reliable, my creators at OpenAI have trained me on a large dataset of text from a wide range of sources. This dataset includes a wide range of topics and styles of writing, and it has been carefully curated to ensure that it is of high quality and relevant to the tasks I have been designed to perform. By analyzing this dataset and learning from the patterns and relationships it contains...

  I’ve got nails in my palms   I’ve got nails in my palms, I’ve got nails on my palms, And a couple in my feet. Roll the boulder I’m not getting older Roll the boulder  And I’ll see you next week  Peter, you denied me three times, Who are you Who are    you Who are you  I’ve got nails in my palms I’ve got nails in my palms  And a couple in my feet (And I say) Roll the boulder, I’m not getting older Roil the boulder and I’ll see you next Tuesday  It’ll be the last Jew’s day

It sounds like you have an interesting premise for a story set in an alternate history. In this world, Albonia is a country that has been shaped by the events of the past in a different way than in our own world. One potential plot for your story could involve a character traveling to Albonia and discovering the unique culture and society that has developed there as a result of the different historical events that have taken place. This character could encounter various challenges and obstacles as they navigate this unfamiliar world, and their travels could reveal different aspects of life in Albonia that are shaped by the fact that the Germans did not fight in World War Two and the Soviets rule much of Eurasia. Another possibility is that your story could focus on a character living in Albonia, exploring their daily life and the way in which the country's history has affected their own personal experiences. This character could interact with other people in Albonia and see how t...

  The use of technology, such as video conferencing, to facilitate face-to-face interactions has certainly had an impact on the philosophy of mind. One potential impact is the idea of "the extended mind," which suggests that the mind is not limited to the brain, but can also include external tools and technologies that we use to think and process information. In the past, the philosophy of mind was largely focused on the idea of the "brain in a vat," which posits that the mind is a purely internal phenomenon, isolated from the outside world. However, the widespread use of technology to connect and interact with others has challenged this view, as it suggests that the mind can extend beyond the boundaries of the individual body. Another potential impact of technology on the philosophy of mind is the idea of "embodied cognition," which emphasizes the role of the body and physical environment in shaping our thoughts and experiences. In a virtual environment, ...

 The living daylights are a series of orange squares, each one an animated diorama, that get knocked out of you by angry mums

  There was a thing that happened when he came. We'd been waiting for about an hour, mostly in silence except for the rustle of another traveller shifting in their seat, or the occasional bitten back sob from Bêbe, followed by Fusel either sucking his lips or huffing his moustache. There was a tap from outside. You'd have thought it was a gun going off the way it made the soldier jump— he'd been leaning against the door smirking at everyone, and if he saw me looking he'd snap his finger and thumb in front of his eye and wink (because he's got my camera).

   In the sullen dormitory He spat and he spluttered and walked up and down the ranks of bunks. He swore and coughed. His head down and forward, a glower on his brow, he was dark and sour and ill-lit by light from his lantern burning yellow. We called him long- knife, and cowered in our beds, waiting for him to pass. Because: if he turned; if he turned at your bunk; you didn't want to know, and hoped he picked the one above, below, just not you.

Normal numbers are quite interesting - they have every substring of numbers in them. So an encoding of every book is in them, if you use, for example, ASCII. You'll get a sequence of numbers that encode every book somewhere in the number. They don't know if pi is a normal number, btw. If you go far enough along the normal number's digits, you'll get a sequence that encodes any string in subsequent ASCII. For example, 90113  would encode "i am". Where 9=i, 0=space, 1=a and 13=m (There's a couple of "artificial" normal numbers that have been constructed. So they exist, and are computable.) So a question occurred to me.  Say there's a place in the digits of a normal number where the encoding of a book starts. Call that B. For any book, B is going to be pretty big. Say, for example, the encoding of "the catcher in the rye" starts at the ten trillionth digit of this normal number - ASCII translation of the digits after 10 trill...

just checking in after a brief hiatus isn’t it 

Continuing the story. Where was I? Oh yes, up a hill with spiders in tins and talking baboons. Just there. right where I ought to be.

Not gone away. Just resting

Now, just now it clears And forms are filled in, dry and brittle The thing finishes The over, the just gone, the signed away The bricks of  the foundation gone The groundwork bare again, but now disinterred, showing age and tracks Where there was a house, now there's weeds

The gust of belched air comes across the dark green dark of the moor, as does the werewolf. His mouth is spittled and raw, his breath is strong and red. He will eat you , his teeth in you, his hips cracking against you. So - knowing this - you run headlong through the gorse and bracken. When you find the road, its gravel outlying, you run that much faster over its hard return. No good: you may be faster; so is he. His breath is on your heels, the leap to bring you down a potential that is about to be. Escaping in a minute. Get your car up the ramp from the waiting ferry. Customs is passed, and you are very relieved that, the weight of contraband is undetected - a freight of tobacco, a bible-coded prediction of selling in car boot sales, along with lamps, porcelain dogs and bootleg CDs. Different kind of capture. There's no win in the motorway: up your arse all the way to junction nine; until you swing a turn and they pass you. The little lights of the exit, as you swin...