T. Burbank » March 20th, 2021, 8:23 am wrote:1. A conscious experience is one that is known of by the person who has it, i.e. known of by that person’s “I”. This rules out subliminal experiences, which the “I” doesn't know of (although the person him/herself is subconsciously aware of them).
Then everything I've said is inapplicable.
8. That is my argument in the OP. And if it’s wrong, if it can be shown that my “I” is somehow the experiencer of all my conscious sensory perceptions also… well, I think it is still important to note the big difference in nature between one’s cognitive and one’s sensory conscious experiences. It’s something that I don’t think gets talked about a lot.
On the contrary, I seem to see it talked about a great deal. Mostly in circles, which is appropriate.
[The "I" depends on sensory experience - not just to know, but to exist.]
I wonder.
You'll know for sure when your body dies. My brother had a theory that the final experience, whatever you feel and think in the last conscious second, is your personal eternity.
Maybe my “I” was originally generated in response to sensory experience; I don’t remember.
You don't remember, because it happened about a billion years ago generally, and about three months into gestation for you personally.
Close your eyes, and no more visual experience. Plug your ears, and no more auditory either. Climb into a good sensory deprivation tank and I bet you eliminate most sensory experience, especially if the tank is an upper-end, anti-grav one.
But in contrast it is really hard to shut your “I” up. One thought will just keep dissolving into another on and on and on for what seems like hours there in your tank, even giving rise to hallucinations of sensory experience after a while I have heard… until you finally do fall asleep.
So -- if sensory input is cut off, you sustain your verbal self with the memory of previous input, much as we've been entertained over the last months with reruns of old television programs. Now, shut off memory and tell me what stories you can tell your conscious "I". (I'll even take a marathon of Mayday episodes or Country singers in concert, over absolute deprivation. )
Well if the original, direct experience has indeed, as you say, “taken place” before my “I” comes to know of it, then these are in at least some sense two distinct things.
If you want to segment it that way.
[they're part of the same process.]
So if I asked whether your writing and submitting your last post were something distinct from my reading it and coming to know what you wrote… I guess you would also say “No, they’re part of the same process.”
You're right, of course. They would be part of the process of the interweb, which is part of the process of communications, which is part of the process of human history, which is part of the process of life on Earth, which is part of the process of the universe.... And I chose to cut out a single individual's one distinctly labelled experience as beginning at the sensory input occasioned by an external event and ending with the individual's archiving that experience in verbal memory. In that sense, everything that happens is part of the Big Bang-Crunch Cycle and each microsecond is a distinct 'thing'. You can draw your borders wherever you choose to.
Of course, if you want communication, then words need meanings, which are determined by a convention of separating on which two or more individuals can agree. I defend my criteria; you defend yours - but we're both using the words defined by many, many third parties as if we agreed on their meaning.
Haven’t had chemo
My point was a jocular one: it plays hell with the kidneys. All kinds of physical events affect the body in ways completely beyond the control or understanding of the verbal ego; then you experience things in a different way, but you have no choice about experiencing whatever the body makes available, on its terms.
Towards the very end… well in the case I’m remembering it seemed that his “I” was mostly not even with us anymore by then, sad to say.
But "we" have no way of telling what they experience, or whether they're aware. A mercy, really - would you really want to know?
Did you ever encounter a patient claiming the opposite – that it wasn’t their pain but their “I” up there in the corner of the room?
Not personally, but from reports, I suppose it to be the same phenomenon - a distancing of the thinking self from the [so often unsatisfactory!] body. The old lady didn't want to be shed of her whole physical person, just the pain, while the fatally injured man wanted out of the whole damaged machine. That's what my reference to the Jack London book was about. I sometimes wonder whether the near-dead people who look at their bodies from outside see themselves reversed as in a mirror, or objectively as another person would.
To sum up: my contention is that the strange loop wastes an awful lot of its intellectual energy on the futile task of trying to eat its own tail.