Do you think it's possible to record the individual human experience?
By that I mean, what each of us go through every second of our lives? The inputs to our senses, the thoughts that pass by, the emotions we feel? — Ayush Jain
I am just trying to understand if I can possibly record what goes through within us at every moment. — Ayush Jain
there's a unique individual recipient, who will understand, digest, and internalize whatever has been conveyed — Ayush Jain
Do you think this is possible? — Ayush Jain
Essentially, you will be able to step-in your past, re-experience those moments. — Ayush Jain
Essentially, you will be able to step-in your past, re-experience those moments. — Ayush Jain
X.
IN A LIBRARY.
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,
His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;
What interested scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty.
And Sophocles a man;
When Sappho was a living girl,
And Beatrice wore
The gown that Dante deified.
Facts, centuries before,
He traverses familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.
His presence is enchantment,
You beg him not to go;
Old volumes shake their vellum heads
And tantalize, just so. — Emily Dickenson
This World is not Conclusion
By Emily Dickinson
This World is not Conclusion.
A Species stands beyond
Invisible, as Music
But positive, as Sound
It beckons, and it baffles
Philosophy, don't know
And through a Riddle, at the last
Sagacity, must go
To guess it, puzzles scholars
To gain it, Men have borne
Contempt of Generations
And Crucifixion, shown
Faith slips - and laughs, and rallies
Blushes, if any see
Plucks at a twig of Evidence
And asks a Vane, the way
Much Gesture, from the Pulpit
Strong Hallelujahs roll
Narcotics cannot still the Tooth
That nibbles at the soul
When Sappho was a living girl,
And Beatrice wore
The gown that Dante deified.
Facts, centuries before,
He traverses familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.
His presence is enchantment,
You beg him not to go;
Old volumes shake their vellum heads
And tantalize, just so. — Emily Dickenson
These parties have not died nor will they ever die; because they represent two legitimate tendencies, two necessary manifestations of the life of our country: the federal party, the spirit of locality concerned and still blind; the unitarian party, centralism, national unity. Should the influential men of these parties disappear, others will come representing the same tendencies, who will work to make them predominate as before and will convulse the country to reach both the results they have obtained. The logic of our history, then, is calling for the existence of a new party, whose mission is to adopt what is legitimate in both parties, and dedicate itself to finding a peaceful solution to all our social problems with the key of a higher, more rational synthesis, and more complete than theirs, which, satisfying all legitimate needs, embraces them and melts them in its unity. — Esteban Echeverría
Esos partidos no han muerto ni morirán jamás; porque representan dos tendencias legítimas, dos manifestaciones necesarias de la vida de nuestro país: el partido federal, el espíritu de localidad preocupado y ciego todavía; el partido unitario, el centralismo, la unidad nacional. Dado caso que desapareciesen los hombres influyentes de esos partidos, vendrán otros representando las mismas tendencias, que trabajarán por hacerlas predominar como anteriormente y convulsionarán al país para llegar uno y otro al resultado que han obtenido. La lógica de nuestra historia, pues, está pidiendo la existencia de un partido nuevo, cuya misión es adoptar lo que haya de legítimo en uno y otro partido, y consagrarse a encontrar la solución pacífica de todos nuestros problemas sociales con la clave de una síntesis alta, más racional y más completa que la suya, que satisfaciendo todas las necesidades legítimas, las abrace y las funda en su unidad. — Esteban Echeverría
Would you agree that this poetic expression records human experience? — Moliere
...the recording is not the recorded. — jorndoe
Would you also agree with
...the recording is not the recorded. — jorndoe
? — Moliere
The basic idea is that when you look at a paper map of an area you ought be able to distinguish between the map you're holding in your hand from the land you're trying to figure out. — Moliere
I don't know if there even are map-territory relations. — Moliere
I think it's mostly just a basic idea that there's a difference between our representations and what they represent, however we end up parsing that. — Moliere
So, to bring it back to the OP, there's certainly a difference between poems and human experience — Moliere
and even poems which record human experience. "Record" being a vinyl scratching from sound, poems are an ink scratching from pressure to represent sound to represent experience. — Moliere
Here is where I got completely lost. Can you explain this last part if you have the time, please? — Arcane Sandwich
I'm trying to point out that there's more than an analogy between the literal grooves in a vinyl record and the ink marks a writer makes with a pen on paper. — Moliere
Oh yes it's definitely weird. I don't know exactly what to make of the notion that there is more than analogy here. — Moliere
The best I can come up with is that a person listening to a vinyl record and a person reading a poem are both experiencing the record of human experience. — Moliere
So while I understand the OP to be asking after something like a sci-fi version where I could plug a USB into my neck and re-experience the world at some point before exactly as I did then -- I want to suggest we already have the means of accomplishing exactly that, only not in the fantastical way which might tempt us.
Rather, we only need read and think about books, and they transport us to other worlds. — Moliere
And the scientistic idea of a record is the only reason we'd dismiss the whole of human literature as evidence of a record. — Moliere
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