Many people believe that our lives end not when we die but when the very last person who knew us dies. Memory is part of it, yes, but I think it's much more than memory.
Interpretation
Our existence persists through the memories of those who remember us, highlighting the importance of our relationships.
In this quote, Douglas Hofstadter emphasizes the idea that a person's life continues to hold significance beyond their physical existence, as long as they are remembered by others. It suggests that our identity is intertwined with the social connections we build, and our impact on others can resonate well beyond our time on Earth, raising questions about the nature of legacy and memory.
In practice
A eulogy for a loved one at a memorial service.
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.
For 13 to be unlucky would require there to be some kind of cosmic intelligence that counts things that humans count and that also makes certain things happen on certain dates or in certain places according to whether the number 13 'is involved' or not (whatever 'is involved' might mean).
I would proclaim that the vast majority of what [say, Scientific American] is true-yet my ability to defend such a claim is weaker than I would like. And most likely the readers, authors, and editors of that magazine would be equally hard pressed to come up with cogent, non-technical arguments convincing a skeptic of this point, especially if pitted against a clever lawyer arguing the contrary. How come Truth is such a slippery beast?
What is an "I", and why are such things found (at least so far) only in association with, as poet Russell Edson once wonderfully phrased it, "teetering bulbs of dread and dream" - that is, only in association with certain kinds of gooey lumps encased in hard protective shells mounted atop mobile pedestals that roam the world on pairs of slightly fuzzy, jointed stilts?
Enormous numbers of people are taken in, or at least beguiled and fascinated, by what seems to me to be unbelievable hocum, and relatively few are concerned with or thrilled by the astounding-yet true-facts of science, as put forth in the pages of, say, Scientific American.
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.
Envy creates the beginning of strife.
Live simply so that others may simply live.
I am for . . . each individual doing just as he chooses in all matters which concern nobody else.
Heaven is always and forever around us and no soul remembered is ever really gone.
Beautiful objects are wrought by study through effort, but ugly things are reaped automatically without toil.
Human beings must be known to be loved; but Divine beings must be loved to be known.
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