A man sits in a dark room, playing pong. He controls the paddle. He doesn't live in the world of the paddle, but in his own exponentially positioned plane of existence. He enjoys the game and plays for a while, before leaving and finding a new one.
The paddle, on the other hand, resides within its own plane of existence. It cannot see the man who controls it, merely battling with the other ai-controlled paddle.
...
The man cannot see his soul. Is it there?
A soul connects to a conscience. It plays the conscience, and the man blindly follows it. Upon enjoying the man's pathetic life, he watches the man die and finds something more intricate to do.
Throughout the man's life, he cannot experience his soul in its entirety, but can get a vague idea of it, as it is connected with his brain. He cannot directly experience others, as post modernism disallows this; as well as the general barrier of communication and separate interpretation to reality. Perhaps his soul has contact with the souls of others, all playing similar, connected consciences (games)?
Thoughts, please.
The paddle, on the other hand, resides within its own plane of existence. It cannot see the man who controls it, merely battling with the other ai-controlled paddle.
...
The man cannot see his soul. Is it there?
A soul connects to a conscience. It plays the conscience, and the man blindly follows it. Upon enjoying the man's pathetic life, he watches the man die and finds something more intricate to do.
Throughout the man's life, he cannot experience his soul in its entirety, but can get a vague idea of it, as it is connected with his brain. He cannot directly experience others, as post modernism disallows this; as well as the general barrier of communication and separate interpretation to reality. Perhaps his soul has contact with the souls of others, all playing similar, connected consciences (games)?
Thoughts, please.