Friday, 28 January 2011

Mind Terraforming

When a brain lands in a narrative environment, it starts the cognitive terraforming. Everything is alien and harsh. And new. The neuro-connections spread their experience to entangle the environment. Wave after wave of cognitive exploration, a brain infects its world of its cognitive extensions; the narrative world answers shaping the soft tissues of a will-be character. Day after day the narrative forces manipulate the brain to assume cognitive posture and manoeuvring the strings of neuro-projections in the environment, a brain starts to walk like the representation of itself: a character. The prolonged acquaintance with narration gives a brain the practice to experience the being of a human figure: stories are shaking brains until they drop out minds.

Conversely, when narrations detect a brain, they inoculate the practice of living like humans: the colonization of stories begins. A brain is an alien world and the stories need to work out the cognitive atmosphere to survive. Step by step a brain is mind-terraformed by narrations and when the process is completed a consciousness rises.

Indeed the mind is a narrative technology handed down generations by generations. Narrations are mind-terraforming newly born brains. This was the urgency provoked by an immense representational capacity by the Homo Sapiens Sapiens cerebra and the cognitive magnitude found the way to stabilize the frantic tendency to represent itself by narrations. A mind is the viable and sustainable way for a brain to represent itself and this technique is handed down in human communities.

Wednesday, 19 January 2011

Ozness of Mind

A mind is the centre of gravity of concurrent cognitive forces (at least this is the explanation given by Dennett...) and the stream of subjective experience is narrativity (at least this is the misinterpretation given by me...).

So your experience of being an I, is stretched all along the narrative your life is. As you might have observed, your life looks like a continuum, with a strange plot that deploys itself while you live. Sometimes the thread seems repetitive, sometimes pointless. It's not uncommon to perceive of being in control of the events in your life, exactly as it's not uncommon to feel the opposite. And not matter how messed up you're, or how many fella do you hear in your head, it's incorrigible the sensation of seeing the world from the first person.

The thing is, your accelerated brain, (or the cognitive projection it gives to itself) in order to interact with others projections in a virtual semiotic cultural environment is forced to exercise the practice of being a mind. The effect is to produce narrativity. And quite logically, where there's a narration, there's a narrator.

And so, yes my little friends, probably you already gotcha: narrativity produces the side effect of authorship. It's just our misguided perspective that when it sees a generation, thinks to a generator. Quite the opposite: a generation casts the shadow of a generator.

Not that this distinction really matters: if there's no one who cares, what is exactly the point? Nonetheless, we are completely convinced of being there. We have the incorrigible belief to be a consciousness. It's like in kingdom of Oz: your action are giving significance to entity you could call courage, or intelligence, or love. Our narrative interaction with the world makes us thinking there's authorship and we are searching it in our lives. With our lives.

We are artists, believers, researcher, easy-goers, because we are forced by how our brain is shaped to see us as minded bodies. So what we can do know? I mean apparently if we are fictional, then our job is done? Rub your little red shoes and fly away to help other children-like metaphysical entity with problems....