The Wood of the Self-Murderers: The Harpies and the Suicides, c. 1824–7. William Blake, Tate. 372 × 527mm. Shown is a scene from the Divine Comedy: Dante and Virgil discover Pietro’s body encased in a tree.
If we are physicalists, we know that experience never dies. Only the narrative center of gravity can be eroded or cast astray.
What do we make of suicide in infinite dimensional Hilbert space?
is the expected value of a function depending on a random variable .
Stochastic approximation algorithms have the goal of understanding the properties of such a function but to do so without evaluating directly. Instead, the algorithms use random samples of to efficiently approximate properties of such as zeros or extrema.
Let theta be experience. Let the function f be suicide.
If is twice continuously differentiable, and strongly convex, and the minimizer of belongs to the interior of , then the Robbins-Monro algorithm will achieve the asymptotically optimal convergence rate, with respect to the objective function, being , where is the minimal value of over .
All experiences converge on survival.
The universe of all experiences is 1. It’s limit is 0 as n approaches ∞. Open individualists approach the limit from one side, and empty individualists approach it from the other.
But we didn’t need all these fancy mathematical representations to know that. As Dennett likes to say, “There is no crucial finish line or boundary somewhere in the brain where the order of arrival becomes the order of presentation.”
To generate a texture that matches the style of a given image we use gradient descent from a white noise image to find another image that matches the style representation of the original image. White noise is Nirvana. The unborn and unsought.
Ontologically, this present moment is dissimilar to your ten-year-old self moment in the exact same way that my present moment is dissimilar to it. No orb of awareness actually gets on a vector and is pushed forward in time.
Now reduce the delta between observations to attain enlightenment. In other words, notice that you can shorten the timespan as much as you like between the past memory and now, and the past memory will always be not you. If you know calculus, you will recognize this as taking the limit as Δt approaches 0; so the consciousness function C with Δt in the denominator = ∞. There is consciousness, in all its varieties, in all times and places, always here. There is no extra “my consciousness” being carried by some fundamental object in nature called “my brain.”
n = any positive integer i = 0 while i <= n: i = i + 1
People imagine that life is like this Python code. Eventually i is greater than n and the code terminates. There is some point in the future along one’s timeline at which fate catches up and one inevitably seizes to continue on. We are each our own machine running this snippet of code with a different value for n and hence we terminate at different times as different fundamental entities.
Even scientists have forgone the use of Occam’s razor on the yet cherished bosom of their Christian mother.
But if you are a physicalist:
Take a moment to victoriously laugh at this.
Take a moment to rejoice in the fact that we have replaced linear timelines
with a Hilbert Curve:
We stared into the search engine until our reflection was composed of eigenvalues. The room, a computational configuration space.
From the burned offering of Newton’s fantasy, we have summoned our true mother: The multiplex eyes covering her body are entangled into a singular geometry.
If you have not yet performed the transmutation, read this:
If MWI is correct, should we expect to experience Quantum Torment? command F Eliezer_