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May. 10th, 2005
Maybe I need someone to bitch to.
It's also possible I wouldn't know what to say to anyone. I'd just as soon drown myself as tell anyone what's bothering me, at least for the most part.
( Maybe this will be a clue. )
One unfortunate side-effect of my approach to life. Learning about emotions... well, it's like chickenpox. If you have it when you're younger, it's not as painful. I got a late start.
To the people who know me at college, this is not who I was. To the people who will understand the analogy, I was much closer to Dawn than I'd be comfortable admitting if I weren't so sure in a few hours or so I won't care either way.
It's only in the past year or two that I've really begun to learn about emotion in earnest. Let me tell you, it's very different to experience emotion as one person than it is to divide up the burden.
There's no real going back. I'm human. That's something I'm going to have to deal with, unsettling though it may be. I'm... like you.
I didn't really believe it was possible, but while I still have the words to say it, I'm going to. I'm like you. We're people. All of us. And I'm one of your number now. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I had all the old misconceptions about emotion and attachment that seem so silly to most other people. But now I know. I know what I mean when I reference an emotion. Not just as a matter of words, but there's a good chance I've actually experienced it.
I'll be losing that for a while. But I'll be back. Brian promised me that I won't disappear forever. The next couple of months will be rough. I know it. But it's just possible that I may survive it intact.
We'll find out, neh?
It's also possible I wouldn't know what to say to anyone. I'd just as soon drown myself as tell anyone what's bothering me, at least for the most part.
( Maybe this will be a clue. )
One unfortunate side-effect of my approach to life. Learning about emotions... well, it's like chickenpox. If you have it when you're younger, it's not as painful. I got a late start.
To the people who know me at college, this is not who I was. To the people who will understand the analogy, I was much closer to Dawn than I'd be comfortable admitting if I weren't so sure in a few hours or so I won't care either way.
It's only in the past year or two that I've really begun to learn about emotion in earnest. Let me tell you, it's very different to experience emotion as one person than it is to divide up the burden.
There's no real going back. I'm human. That's something I'm going to have to deal with, unsettling though it may be. I'm... like you.
I didn't really believe it was possible, but while I still have the words to say it, I'm going to. I'm like you. We're people. All of us. And I'm one of your number now. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I had all the old misconceptions about emotion and attachment that seem so silly to most other people. But now I know. I know what I mean when I reference an emotion. Not just as a matter of words, but there's a good chance I've actually experienced it.
I'll be losing that for a while. But I'll be back. Brian promised me that I won't disappear forever. The next couple of months will be rough. I know it. But it's just possible that I may survive it intact.
We'll find out, neh?
Maybe I need someone to bitch to.
It's also possible I wouldn't know what to say to anyone. I'd just as soon drown myself as tell anyone what's bothering me, at least for the most part.
( Maybe this will be a clue. )
One unfortunate side-effect of my approach to life. Learning about emotions... well, it's like chickenpox. If you have it when you're younger, it's not as painful. I got a late start.
To the people who know me at college, this is not who I was. To the people who will understand the analogy, I was much closer to Dawn than I'd be comfortable admitting if I weren't so sure in a few hours or so I won't care either way.
It's only in the past year or two that I've really begun to learn about emotion in earnest. Let me tell you, it's very different to experience emotion as one person than it is to divide up the burden.
There's no real going back. I'm human. That's something I'm going to have to deal with, unsettling though it may be. I'm... like you.
I didn't really believe it was possible, but while I still have the words to say it, I'm going to. I'm like you. We're people. All of us. And I'm one of your number now. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I had all the old misconceptions about emotion and attachment that seem so silly to most other people. But now I know. I know what I mean when I reference an emotion. Not just as a matter of words, but there's a good chance I've actually experienced it.
I'll be losing that for a while. But I'll be back. Brian promised me that I won't disappear forever. The next couple of months will be rough. I know it. But it's just possible that I may survive it intact.
We'll find out, neh?
It's also possible I wouldn't know what to say to anyone. I'd just as soon drown myself as tell anyone what's bothering me, at least for the most part.
( Maybe this will be a clue. )
One unfortunate side-effect of my approach to life. Learning about emotions... well, it's like chickenpox. If you have it when you're younger, it's not as painful. I got a late start.
To the people who know me at college, this is not who I was. To the people who will understand the analogy, I was much closer to Dawn than I'd be comfortable admitting if I weren't so sure in a few hours or so I won't care either way.
It's only in the past year or two that I've really begun to learn about emotion in earnest. Let me tell you, it's very different to experience emotion as one person than it is to divide up the burden.
There's no real going back. I'm human. That's something I'm going to have to deal with, unsettling though it may be. I'm... like you.
I didn't really believe it was possible, but while I still have the words to say it, I'm going to. I'm like you. We're people. All of us. And I'm one of your number now. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I had all the old misconceptions about emotion and attachment that seem so silly to most other people. But now I know. I know what I mean when I reference an emotion. Not just as a matter of words, but there's a good chance I've actually experienced it.
I'll be losing that for a while. But I'll be back. Brian promised me that I won't disappear forever. The next couple of months will be rough. I know it. But it's just possible that I may survive it intact.
We'll find out, neh?
Maybe I need someone to bitch to.
It's also possible I wouldn't know what to say to anyone. I'd just as soon drown myself as tell anyone what's bothering me, at least for the most part.
( Maybe this will be a clue. )
One unfortunate side-effect of my approach to life. Learning about emotions... well, it's like chickenpox. If you have it when you're younger, it's not as painful. I got a late start.
To the people who know me at college, this is not who I was. To the people who will understand the analogy, I was much closer to Dawn than I'd be comfortable admitting if I weren't so sure in a few hours or so I won't care either way.
It's only in the past year or two that I've really begun to learn about emotion in earnest. Let me tell you, it's very different to experience emotion as one person than it is to divide up the burden.
There's no real going back. I'm human. That's something I'm going to have to deal with, unsettling though it may be. I'm... like you.
I didn't really believe it was possible, but while I still have the words to say it, I'm going to. I'm like you. We're people. All of us. And I'm one of your number now. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I had all the old misconceptions about emotion and attachment that seem so silly to most other people. But now I know. I know what I mean when I reference an emotion. Not just as a matter of words, but there's a good chance I've actually experienced it.
I'll be losing that for a while. But I'll be back. Brian promised me that I won't disappear forever. The next couple of months will be rough. I know it. But it's just possible that I may survive it intact.
We'll find out, neh?
It's also possible I wouldn't know what to say to anyone. I'd just as soon drown myself as tell anyone what's bothering me, at least for the most part.
( Maybe this will be a clue. )
One unfortunate side-effect of my approach to life. Learning about emotions... well, it's like chickenpox. If you have it when you're younger, it's not as painful. I got a late start.
To the people who know me at college, this is not who I was. To the people who will understand the analogy, I was much closer to Dawn than I'd be comfortable admitting if I weren't so sure in a few hours or so I won't care either way.
It's only in the past year or two that I've really begun to learn about emotion in earnest. Let me tell you, it's very different to experience emotion as one person than it is to divide up the burden.
There's no real going back. I'm human. That's something I'm going to have to deal with, unsettling though it may be. I'm... like you.
I didn't really believe it was possible, but while I still have the words to say it, I'm going to. I'm like you. We're people. All of us. And I'm one of your number now. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I had all the old misconceptions about emotion and attachment that seem so silly to most other people. But now I know. I know what I mean when I reference an emotion. Not just as a matter of words, but there's a good chance I've actually experienced it.
I'll be losing that for a while. But I'll be back. Brian promised me that I won't disappear forever. The next couple of months will be rough. I know it. But it's just possible that I may survive it intact.
We'll find out, neh?
"Stanley, it's time for my shot."
May. 10th, 2005 03:16 amIt happened.
Despite all my best efforts to the contrary, I was alone again.
"Every living creature on this earth dies alone."
So. Any last words? No. Of course not.
The rest is silence.
My thanks to all of you for putting up with the last-ditch posting. I should be done. Whatever momentary loneliness caused me to vomit forth emotion onto the internet seems to be passing.
I assure you she felt no pain. She'll barely remember any of this. She never remembers because she doesn't want to. You don't want to know what would happen if she maintained consciousness throughout this process.
For novelty's sake, I will conclude the entry with one last parting thought:
What about if I killed you, painlessly and without warning, but I hypnotize everyone so that no one else notices you're gone. So now your family and friends don't undergo any suffering or grief. No one will notice your absence. Do you have any objection to that?
Now, suppose that once again, I kill you, painlessly and without warning, but this time, instead of hypnotizing everyone, I introduce a perfect duplicate of you into your life. So no one knows you're gone, because they all falsely believe that the duplicate is you. Even the duplicate thinks he is you, because we gave him a bunch of false memories of your childhood. (Like the replicants in Blade Runner.) Do you have any objection to that?
Some philosophers think that's exactly what it would be like, if you went through a teletransporter. On their view, teletransportation isn't a way to TRAVEL. It's a way to get yourself killed, and to have a perfect duplicate of you made at the other end. It might not make much of a difference to your family and friends, whether they're dealing with the original or the duplicate. But since you're not the duplicate, you're you, and you'd like to still be around next week, it will make a big difference to you.
http://www.princeton.edu/~jimpryor/courses/intro/notes/personal-id-cases.html
Despite all my best efforts to the contrary, I was alone again.
"Every living creature on this earth dies alone."
So. Any last words? No. Of course not.
The rest is silence.
My thanks to all of you for putting up with the last-ditch posting. I should be done. Whatever momentary loneliness caused me to vomit forth emotion onto the internet seems to be passing.
I assure you she felt no pain. She'll barely remember any of this. She never remembers because she doesn't want to. You don't want to know what would happen if she maintained consciousness throughout this process.
For novelty's sake, I will conclude the entry with one last parting thought:
What about if I killed you, painlessly and without warning, but I hypnotize everyone so that no one else notices you're gone. So now your family and friends don't undergo any suffering or grief. No one will notice your absence. Do you have any objection to that?
Now, suppose that once again, I kill you, painlessly and without warning, but this time, instead of hypnotizing everyone, I introduce a perfect duplicate of you into your life. So no one knows you're gone, because they all falsely believe that the duplicate is you. Even the duplicate thinks he is you, because we gave him a bunch of false memories of your childhood. (Like the replicants in Blade Runner.) Do you have any objection to that?
Some philosophers think that's exactly what it would be like, if you went through a teletransporter. On their view, teletransportation isn't a way to TRAVEL. It's a way to get yourself killed, and to have a perfect duplicate of you made at the other end. It might not make much of a difference to your family and friends, whether they're dealing with the original or the duplicate. But since you're not the duplicate, you're you, and you'd like to still be around next week, it will make a big difference to you.
http://www.princeton.edu/~jimpryor/courses/intro/notes/personal-id-cases.html
"Stanley, it's time for my shot."
May. 10th, 2005 03:16 amIt happened.
Despite all my best efforts to the contrary, I was alone again.
"Every living creature on this earth dies alone."
So. Any last words? No. Of course not.
The rest is silence.
My thanks to all of you for putting up with the last-ditch posting. I should be done. Whatever momentary loneliness caused me to vomit forth emotion onto the internet seems to be passing.
I assure you she felt no pain. She'll barely remember any of this. She never remembers because she doesn't want to. You don't want to know what would happen if she maintained consciousness throughout this process.
For novelty's sake, I will conclude the entry with one last parting thought:
What about if I killed you, painlessly and without warning, but I hypnotize everyone so that no one else notices you're gone. So now your family and friends don't undergo any suffering or grief. No one will notice your absence. Do you have any objection to that?
Now, suppose that once again, I kill you, painlessly and without warning, but this time, instead of hypnotizing everyone, I introduce a perfect duplicate of you into your life. So no one knows you're gone, because they all falsely believe that the duplicate is you. Even the duplicate thinks he is you, because we gave him a bunch of false memories of your childhood. (Like the replicants in Blade Runner.) Do you have any objection to that?
Some philosophers think that's exactly what it would be like, if you went through a teletransporter. On their view, teletransportation isn't a way to TRAVEL. It's a way to get yourself killed, and to have a perfect duplicate of you made at the other end. It might not make much of a difference to your family and friends, whether they're dealing with the original or the duplicate. But since you're not the duplicate, you're you, and you'd like to still be around next week, it will make a big difference to you.
http://www.princeton.edu/~jimpryor/courses/intro/notes/personal-id-cases.html
Despite all my best efforts to the contrary, I was alone again.
"Every living creature on this earth dies alone."
So. Any last words? No. Of course not.
The rest is silence.
My thanks to all of you for putting up with the last-ditch posting. I should be done. Whatever momentary loneliness caused me to vomit forth emotion onto the internet seems to be passing.
I assure you she felt no pain. She'll barely remember any of this. She never remembers because she doesn't want to. You don't want to know what would happen if she maintained consciousness throughout this process.
For novelty's sake, I will conclude the entry with one last parting thought:
What about if I killed you, painlessly and without warning, but I hypnotize everyone so that no one else notices you're gone. So now your family and friends don't undergo any suffering or grief. No one will notice your absence. Do you have any objection to that?
Now, suppose that once again, I kill you, painlessly and without warning, but this time, instead of hypnotizing everyone, I introduce a perfect duplicate of you into your life. So no one knows you're gone, because they all falsely believe that the duplicate is you. Even the duplicate thinks he is you, because we gave him a bunch of false memories of your childhood. (Like the replicants in Blade Runner.) Do you have any objection to that?
Some philosophers think that's exactly what it would be like, if you went through a teletransporter. On their view, teletransportation isn't a way to TRAVEL. It's a way to get yourself killed, and to have a perfect duplicate of you made at the other end. It might not make much of a difference to your family and friends, whether they're dealing with the original or the duplicate. But since you're not the duplicate, you're you, and you'd like to still be around next week, it will make a big difference to you.
http://www.princeton.edu/~jimpryor/courses/intro/notes/personal-id-cases.html
"Stanley, it's time for my shot."
May. 10th, 2005 03:16 amIt happened.
Despite all my best efforts to the contrary, I was alone again.
"Every living creature on this earth dies alone."
So. Any last words? No. Of course not.
The rest is silence.
My thanks to all of you for putting up with the last-ditch posting. I should be done. Whatever momentary loneliness caused me to vomit forth emotion onto the internet seems to be passing.
I assure you she felt no pain. She'll barely remember any of this. She never remembers because she doesn't want to. You don't want to know what would happen if she maintained consciousness throughout this process.
For novelty's sake, I will conclude the entry with one last parting thought:
What about if I killed you, painlessly and without warning, but I hypnotize everyone so that no one else notices you're gone. So now your family and friends don't undergo any suffering or grief. No one will notice your absence. Do you have any objection to that?
Now, suppose that once again, I kill you, painlessly and without warning, but this time, instead of hypnotizing everyone, I introduce a perfect duplicate of you into your life. So no one knows you're gone, because they all falsely believe that the duplicate is you. Even the duplicate thinks he is you, because we gave him a bunch of false memories of your childhood. (Like the replicants in Blade Runner.) Do you have any objection to that?
Some philosophers think that's exactly what it would be like, if you went through a teletransporter. On their view, teletransportation isn't a way to TRAVEL. It's a way to get yourself killed, and to have a perfect duplicate of you made at the other end. It might not make much of a difference to your family and friends, whether they're dealing with the original or the duplicate. But since you're not the duplicate, you're you, and you'd like to still be around next week, it will make a big difference to you.
http://www.princeton.edu/~jimpryor/courses/intro/notes/personal-id-cases.html
Despite all my best efforts to the contrary, I was alone again.
"Every living creature on this earth dies alone."
So. Any last words? No. Of course not.
The rest is silence.
My thanks to all of you for putting up with the last-ditch posting. I should be done. Whatever momentary loneliness caused me to vomit forth emotion onto the internet seems to be passing.
I assure you she felt no pain. She'll barely remember any of this. She never remembers because she doesn't want to. You don't want to know what would happen if she maintained consciousness throughout this process.
For novelty's sake, I will conclude the entry with one last parting thought:
What about if I killed you, painlessly and without warning, but I hypnotize everyone so that no one else notices you're gone. So now your family and friends don't undergo any suffering or grief. No one will notice your absence. Do you have any objection to that?
Now, suppose that once again, I kill you, painlessly and without warning, but this time, instead of hypnotizing everyone, I introduce a perfect duplicate of you into your life. So no one knows you're gone, because they all falsely believe that the duplicate is you. Even the duplicate thinks he is you, because we gave him a bunch of false memories of your childhood. (Like the replicants in Blade Runner.) Do you have any objection to that?
Some philosophers think that's exactly what it would be like, if you went through a teletransporter. On their view, teletransportation isn't a way to TRAVEL. It's a way to get yourself killed, and to have a perfect duplicate of you made at the other end. It might not make much of a difference to your family and friends, whether they're dealing with the original or the duplicate. But since you're not the duplicate, you're you, and you'd like to still be around next week, it will make a big difference to you.
http://www.princeton.edu/~jimpryor/courses/intro/notes/personal-id-cases.html