hello, i exist
hello, my name is aaron, and i exist as far as i am aware. in fact, i would even go so far as saying that i exist, as of now, on this blog.
but what is existence, really?
if existence occurs in reality, does virtual reality mean virtual existence?
and what is reality?
uh oh.. i'm falling back into that self-reflexive feedback loop again....
i would suggest that you help, but you might get sucked in too.. so you'd better not. i'll let you know if i get (it figured) out.
but what is existence, really?
if existence occurs in reality, does virtual reality mean virtual existence?
and what is reality?
uh oh.. i'm falling back into that self-reflexive feedback loop again....
i would suggest that you help, but you might get sucked in too.. so you'd better not. i'll let you know if i get (it figured) out.
posted by [aaron] at 10:34 AM
3 Comments:
If your persona and consciousness is generated by biological means, then echoed electronically, comtemporary ethics would stipulate as to your actua and factual "existence".
If, on the other hand, your words and thoughts are somehow cryogenically induced, so that you are in fact an avatar, or a free digital agent, unbeholden to physical reality, your tenure in the reality plane is somewhat suspect.
Either way, welcome to the Spave, alien.
Nanu, nanu.
the thing about existing virtually is that you can virtually become who every you want to be. Its a little harder, here in the spave, to exist alternatively, but still possible. Just ask the owl. He knows all about it.
Sorry, I meant cybernetically, not cryogenically.
(Although I suppose it could have been a Freudian slip.)
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Cold, Cold Heart
by Hank Williams
I tried so hard my dear to show
that youre my every dream.
Yet youre afraid each thing I do
is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past
keeps us so far apart
Why cant I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart
Another love before my time
made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now
for things I didnt do
In anger unkind words are said
that make the teardrops start
Why cant I free your doubtful mind,
and melt your cold cold heart
Youll never know how much it hurts
to see you sit and cry
You know you need and want my love
yet youre afraid to try
Why do you run and hide from lies,
to try it just aint smart
Why cant I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart
There was a time when I believed
that you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled
to a memory
The more I learn to care for you,
the more we drift apart
Why cant I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart
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