RE: Religion says we're rebelling against God; Science finds differently.
September 17, 2012 at 3:46 pm
(This post was last modified: September 17, 2012 at 3:51 pm by Violet.)
(September 17, 2012 at 2:00 pm)TaraJo Wrote: But that invites new questions.
I'm going to assume you would also object to having your body replaced, piece by piece, until none of the parts left were from your original body, correct? I'm also assuming that you would be ok with routine transplant surgeries such as a heart transplant or a kidney transplant, right?
I object to fully replacing my body... small things to fix it sure (vagina, heart transplant, tooth repair) are alright... but after replacing most of the parts of a car, it simply isn't the same car anymore.
Bit by bit we are changing, everything not in stasis changes. Seeds become unrecognizable as trees, become unidentifiable as boards, become unobservable as tables, become fucked up beyond all repair as ashes, and scatter into a million different changing beings. Identity is in turmoil, and at one point I will cease to be me, all of the parts that were me will become something entirely not me.
I like me, so while I can I'd like to change only the bits that challenge my notion of myself. That understanding will change as time goes on, but I currently would not consider a major set of physical replacements to be me. If I lost those body parts in a terrible accident, only *then* would my understanding of the replacement parts be in place.
Quote:So the question falls somewhere in between the two: at what point have you had so many body parts transplanted onto you that you stop being 'you?'
When so much has changed that I have become a new entity. A clone of me is an entirely new entity.
(September 17, 2012 at 2:10 pm)Haydn Wrote: We are a set of lifeless particles and the arrangement of those , is what makes us.
'We' are an idea, based firmly in the noggin. As is me, us, you... they are all concepts. The cosmos simply is... what it is objectively is unknowable. How it is interpreted? That is up to the beholder.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day