Below Every Tangled Hierarchy Lies An Inviolate

Sometimes It Seems As Though Each New Step Towards Ai, Rather Than Producing Something Which Everyone Agrees Is Real Intelligence, Merely Reveals What Real Intelligence Is Not.

You Can Imagine A Soul As Being A Detailed, Elaborate Pattern That Exists Very Clearly In One Brain. When A Person Dies, The Original Is No Longer Around. But There Are Other Versions Of It In Other People's Brains. It's A Less Detailed Copy, It's Coarse-grained.

Reductionism Is Merciless.

There Has To Be A Common Sense Cutoff For Craziness, And When That Threshold Is Exceeded, Then The Criteria For Publication Should Get Far, Far More Stringent.

It As If You Took A Lot Of Very Good Food And Some Dog Excrement And Blended It All Up So That You Can't Possibly Figure Out What's Good Or Bad. It's An Intimate Mixture Of Rubbish And Good Ideas, And It's Very Hard To Disentangle The Two, Because These Are Smart People; They're Not Stupid.