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montrealais wrote this post on the SDMB. It's worth reading. Presuming the hamsters are willing to give anyone access.
Somewhere in my head is something about mindfulness and identity. It comes out in strands of light, like a cat's cradle of meaning, and I don't know how to get it quite into words right. So I sketch, and see if it exists in the negative space.
Again I say: existence is dialogue. Before there were two things, is the phrase in some of the myths. And I said once or twice, if we were all the same, who would speak our Names?
That which is other, which is different, that brings out an ability to be aware of related things in myself. The context of the post that inspired this was a discussion about where gender identity comes from, and whether it's 'really' real, and a bunch of other stuff. And I see him saying that look, this is something that at least might lead people to think about this stuff, think about what it means.
Mindfulness. It's hard to be mindful of traits, of differences, of realities, that haven't been shown to differ. Things which are just the way things are become invisible, glossed over, they vanish. Difference -- creates the possibility of mindfulness. Mindfulness -- creates the possibility of dialogue. Dialogue -- reinforces existence.
If we were all the same, who would give us names?
Hello. I'm a writer. I'm a pagan; beyond pagan, I'm a recon; beyond recon, I'm Kemetic. I'm a woman. I'm a wife. I'm a partner. I'm in my twenties. I'm polyamorous. I'm heterosexual. I'm a one-of-each bisomethingal. I'm a submissive. I'm plural -- median, to be exact. I'm a mystic. I'm depressive. I'm a dropout. I'm a Yankee. I'm a sculptor. I'm a snarky, wiseass bitch. I'm a gamer. I'm a musician. I'm a singer. I'm a baseball fan. I'm a brewer. I'm a Discordian. I don't think in words most of the time. I hold in my mind gateways to whole universes. And many other things besides.
I am other. I am like you.
Let us be mindful together.
A day or two ago,
montrealais wrote this post on the SDMB. It's worth reading. Presuming the hamsters are willing to give anyone access.Somewhere in my head is something about mindfulness and identity. It comes out in strands of light, like a cat's cradle of meaning, and I don't know how to get it quite into words right. So I sketch, and see if it exists in the negative space.
Again I say: existence is dialogue. Before there were two things, is the phrase in some of the myths. And I said once or twice, if we were all the same, who would speak our Names?
That which is other, which is different, that brings out an ability to be aware of related things in myself. The context of the post that inspired this was a discussion about where gender identity comes from, and whether it's 'really' real, and a bunch of other stuff. And I see him saying that look, this is something that at least might lead people to think about this stuff, think about what it means.
Mindfulness. It's hard to be mindful of traits, of differences, of realities, that haven't been shown to differ. Things which are just the way things are become invisible, glossed over, they vanish. Difference -- creates the possibility of mindfulness. Mindfulness -- creates the possibility of dialogue. Dialogue -- reinforces existence.
If we were all the same, who would give us names?
Hello. I'm a writer. I'm a pagan; beyond pagan, I'm a recon; beyond recon, I'm Kemetic. I'm a woman. I'm a wife. I'm a partner. I'm in my twenties. I'm polyamorous. I'm heterosexual. I'm a one-of-each bisomethingal. I'm a submissive. I'm plural -- median, to be exact. I'm a mystic. I'm depressive. I'm a dropout. I'm a Yankee. I'm a sculptor. I'm a snarky, wiseass bitch. I'm a gamer. I'm a musician. I'm a singer. I'm a baseball fan. I'm a brewer. I'm a Discordian. I don't think in words most of the time. I hold in my mind gateways to whole universes. And many other things besides.
I am other. I am like you.
Let us be mindful together.
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Mmm. Could be; could just be that that's what I see as the extreme "separate" case; could be that looking at the extreme case amounts to considering the pathological case. I suspect part of it's that the sense of "otherness" vs. "self" is something that's really hard for me to see from outside, and so continuity of thought and memory is what I'm left with to measure by.
I am somewhat amused with the comment on supercooled liquid -- that's exactly the same mathematics that I was trying to get across with the lobes. (There's a fair section on it in your Mathematics of Humor book, incidentally; see the section on "catastrophes"....) And the bit about normal flow also sounds very much like what I was trying to explain as my guess from the simplistic splat-theory.
I conclude that mathematics is weird, but mathematics is _really_ weird when it works.
And I also conclude that it's late and I am brainfuzzy and so I'm not completely following your last paragraph. Expand, please? (Mostly on specifying which dialogue from what other, I think is where I'm lost.)
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. . . I'm not sure that that's a clarification. I try again: it would be much harder to formulate such a discussion about the meaning of identity without the knowledge that my self-sense is constructed differently from yours.
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And, yes, I can very much see why you'd find that deeply satisfying. :)
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