It Turns Out That An Eerie Type

. . . All Meaning Comes From Analogies.

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.

Perhaps The Problem Is The Seeming Need That People Have Of Making Black-and-white Cutoffs When It Comes To Certain Mysterious Phenomena, Such As Life And Consciousness. People Seem To Want There To Be An Absolute Threshold Between The Living And The Nonliving, And Between The Thinking And The "merely Mechanical," ... But The Onward March Of Science Seems To Force Us Ever More Clearly Into Accepting Intermediate Levels Of Such Properties.

In The End, We Self-perceiving, Self-inventing, Locked-in Mirages Are Little Miracles Of Self-reference.

Reductionism Is Merciless.