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  hardie karges 2:12 am on January 11, 2026 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: ai ( 2 ), artificial intelligence, Buddhism ( 432 ), DNA ( 45 ), Hardie Karges ( 243 ), language ( 147 ), meditation ( 193 ), natural selection ( 4 ), philosophy ( 104 ), simulation   

  A Buddhist Theory of Knowledge  

  

  You can learn from the Buddha or you can learn from a virus. The message is largely the same: Do no harm. The virus IS normal. That is the realization. Dealing with it has the opportunity for enlightenment. This is the hand we were dealt: old age, sickness and death. That is the stuff of enlightenment, for those fortunate enough to get that close to the underlying truth of the simulation of reality in forms that our bodies (and minds) are equipped to process. Nothing can change that underlying nature of reality, nor our only partial ability to understand it.  

  And that is a fundamental truth in itself, our inability to ever truly understand it, totally and completely. It’s a shame that they don’t tell you that at the beginning of every beginning science class: this is only a partial understanding of what there is to know. Does that mean that the laws of science are wrong? No, only that they are incomplete. And they may be incomplete, not only in our knowledge of them, but in their own characteristics and capabilities.  Like AI, the laws of science may be learning, not only in what they are, but in what they are capable of being. 

  Evolution is one of my favorite subjects, and natural selection is key to that, the somewhat mechanical need to reproduce that every DNA cell seems to have at its heart. But we only know a world that is constantly growing, thanks largely to that same urge. But that’s a world largely empty until recently. But I believe that evolution is self-correcting, also, the same instincts that can save human population decline can also correct over-population, details to be worked out later. That’s the future. But it’s still only a simulation, as Buddhism heavily implies, if never states outright. We don’t perceive protons and electrons, tachyons and quarks. We perceive houses and trees, light and sound.

   

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  hardie karges 5:19 am on February 16, 2025 Permalink | Reply
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  Buddhism 499: Life is but a Dream… 

  

  Grasping at memories is like trying to grab air. There is simply not much there. And yet we treasure our memories above almost all else, that walk in the park and that kiss in the dark, that moment so long ago that seems almost like today in its freshness. You can still taste it, right? And smell it? See it and hear it? Everything but touch it, something that you probably never did in the first place, the non-tactile sensations much easier to reproduce in an ephemeral memory or dream.

  And that’s fine, as long as we give little or no weight to it, because memories are notoriously unreliable. That’s an object lesson, also, about the nature of reality and the phenomena that inhabit it. Because none of the phenomena of life are any different. It’s just that memories, like dreams, are such obvious bad actors in a hollow play with no substance real or even imagined. This is heavily implied in Buddhism, also, that life is but a dream, and not in such a shallow way as a kid’s play.

  Because the word maya is used frequently, and that’s magic, at best, illusion, more accurately, or deceit, at worse, more or less the acceptable range of sense perception as an accurate description of reality. But in modern parlance it might actually be more like a simulation, but not digital, like Virtual Reality; it’s neural, a precise, if not exact, neural twin of our brain’s (mind’s) own neural landscape, so that we can coexist in this world, the facts of which are too complex to duplicate by art or artifice. Another quark for Mister Mark? I’ll take a rain check. That’s too complicated. Just buy me the moon, or some reasonable facsimile.