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[lhexa]

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The name "little ones" comes from Genesis, and probably comes from a comparison of influence (rather than size or age) between us and beings in various kinds of incompletion.

Do you refer more to what I write about emotions than my expression of emotions directly?

I write about an impression that your writing gives me, which might not be justified. This impression doesn't constitute a description or criticism of expression alone.

What justifies the assumption that memory is finite?

Why don't you consider full memory to be a variety of death?

I helped break the world apart by jumping from place to place instantaneously, thus violating the rule that movement in both space and time must be continuous; I violated this rule in both space and time. I believed at first that the rest of the world skipped hours along with me, but later I found out from my relatives that in my absence the wedding and its reception had been extraordinarily cold.

What started this experience was the statement, "This is one hell of a computer." I didn't believe it, but I was curious what effect the statement would have when previously the desire to say something had allowed me to run at unbelievably high speeds. What I was imagining after starting to bounce from place to place was an infinite series of nested computers, with each type of computer being nested inside a larger computer, and that my own habitation was shutting down after having finally started to show glitches. I skipped from the lobby of the resort, to my bedroom at the resort, to the streets outside the resort (I was being questioned for erratic behavior), to the wedding reception, to the truck, where someone actually managed to prove me wrong by holding the vehicle steady. I wrote a journal entry about this, shortly after moving smoothly again and discovering the world broken.

When I woke up next morning I was in a sort of eternal day. When my mother and I tried to go for a drive, we discovered a twisted landscape composed of familiar locations, empty of people and highly curved, with every road sign bent. Because healthy, ordinary areas still existed (such as my house and the lake nearby), I concluded that the world had broken apart. However, I did see cars accompanying our truck. So I concluded that if I acted right I could bring the pieces of the world back together. I found that simply going on walks brought people back into my neighborhood. I planned to keep on walking, and to get other people to walk, until the world was as reconnected as I could manage.

At some point during the walks my mother panicked and called a psychiatrist, who advised that I be taken to a mental hospital, my third. By this time Livejournal was working right again, and I figured being at the center of such an unreal place as the mental hospital would bring the world back together more efficiently than walking would.

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The name "little ones" comes from Genesis, and probably comes from a comparison of influence (rather than size or age) between us and beings in various kinds of incompletion.

What do you mean by "various kinds of incompletion"?

I write about an impression that your writing gives me, which might not be justified. This impression doesn't constitute a description or criticism of expression alone.

Ah, I see.. a sort of "texture"? I don't know if I am old in the way you mention, partly because of my memory being noisy, and partly because I'm stuck halfways between orthodoxy ("don't poke at something that current axioms say can't work") and curiosity (the exact opposite), causing a sort of recursive doubt (doubt in doubt etc) when I try to investigate further. There are really many dimensions to questioning something, but we lump it all together in one "sense of feeling", at least instinctually.. But I'm diverging from the topic.

What justifies the assumption that memory is finite?
Information theory - I'm guessing that the "soul space" is finite (though this gives problems of its own when coupled with discreteness of identity), and that each particular "location" can store a finite extent of information (in the form of memory), and that time is regular (meaning the memories of someone who lived earlier degrades like the memories of someone who lives now).
That's a pretty large heap of assumptions; it seems a lot more when you actually write them down.

Why don't you consider full memory to be a variety of death?
Because if time is regular and old memories fade as new ones appear, you can still readjust; kind of a metaphysical equivalent of that even though your body replaces every cell every seven years, it happens slowly, so you're still you (shades of the Ship of Theseus here.. which lets me avoid the question of the nature of identity, or discrete intentionality).

I helped break the world apart by jumping from place to place instantaneously, thus violating the rule that movement in both space and time must be continuous; I violated this rule in both space and time. I believed at first that the rest of the world skipped hours along with me, but later I found out from my relatives that in my absence the wedding and its reception had been extraordinarily cold.

That sounds very strange. (As a nitpick, time and space may not be continuous, but that's on a very small scale, so I see what you mean)

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In what way are you a great teacher, and how did you conclude that?