Math Is Fun Forum / The self defined as a property of existing stuff.
In this thread i discuss the definition of the self, D, as something that oftenly or atleast sometimes remains over time, ie:
D(p1,x1,t1,q1,m1,Im1)) ~ D(p2,x2,t2,q2,m2,Im2)
If the matrix D, varies over time, then the self is a matrix that can vary atleast slightly without dissapearing.
Here is the problem. Imagine that your boat is repaired over and over again until it has none of the original pieces left. It seems that the old boat is not the new boat, that looks exactly the same. Now imagine that you had a boat but it broke so you bought a new one. Surely, in none of the cases the first boat is the second boat. Unless the identity of m1 has a part in m2, in for instance the first example. In the first example it is given that none of the original parts remains, but they have been exchanged in a small rate, just like braincells. Given that the exchange where made while identity in some degree was preserved through force, this entail that the force is proportional to the identity. Given that we are just as sharp over time and have the same amount of identity, we get that the identity is the force that a particle is effected of. The identity is a matrix factor to the matrix D. Let me put it like this p1 !== p2, x1 !== x2, t1 !== t2, q1!==q2, m1!==m2, Im1=Im2
Where Im is identity of mass
In other words anyone (any self) D(variables) with the identity from m1, ie. has been effected by F1 has a part self F1(s) that has the procentual part of the other self as 100*F1(s)/Fs(s).
And everything else that can be derived from this.
Certainly there is no life after death if you're belief is of the popular nature that identity is a tangible thing.Is there life after death of course,life goes on,do you as a particular identity go on,no.You never really were, just a coming to be and a passing away. Life is the utmost expression of process.Death a dispersed cloud,what was that clouds potential,but to almost be then be dispersed.The self a cluster of thoughts a cloud,in a windy world.
It is a dreamy moving not quite thing,only the illusion is the grasp of the ring.
Are you some sort of wizard, electra or what?
Have you heard about the wizard who turned himself into a glass of sap?
It is a song, kind of childish actually. Point is, he was fooled to show his power by turning into a glass of sap, and then when he had a hard time turning back, he drank himself. In other words, he sucame to his own feelings. It is not easy to live with that power.