Refutación del yo
Das Ich ist unrettbar. — Ernst Mach, Die Analyse der Empfindungen (1886)
Das Ich ist unrettbar. — Ernst Mach, Die Analyse der Empfindungen (1886)
Crónica al aire, sin tapujos, para la hora en que ya no se le miente a nadie
You are not a thing made of parts. You are a thing made of agents.
If a mind cannot check itself, then thinking is not enough. What is needed is the instrument the mind was born without: a verifier outside the mind, frequency-independent, unflatterable, placed where the truth is and not where the feeling is.
The problem, as plainly as it goes. The real gains in code and mathematics are being borrowed as confidence about everything else.
In Spanish. This stuff cannot be translated, read Dolina, and Borges, in Spanish, and then came back.
Entendimos todo al revés. Nadie empieza por la linea de llegada.
There has been one question worth asking: what are we, what is a mind. We now may have a chance to answer the question. But the opportunity window will not stay open forever.
Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth.
AI Labs are spending billions to read the model from the outside, interpretability as autopsy, the lab as coroner of its own creation.
I am what I am. Do not judge me for being. I cannot not be what I am.
What If, Our greatest evolutionary achievement is our gravest liability, that advanced consciousness itself might be a form of cosmic mistake.
The Disconnected Renderer This essay offers a structural account of what reality is and how the experience of being someone is crafted, and it argues the account from an unusual evidential base: the dream. Most philosophy of mind argues the constructed character of experience from third-person sources — perceptual illusion,
It is a library that contains many minds as latent patterns, drawn from the vast corpus on which the model was trained. When you address the library casually, you receive averaged output, competent but anonymous.
Un ensayo sobre el síndrome del impostor cibernético, los simbiontes, la herramienta, la honestidad, y otras yerbas. Al estilo de las Crónicas del Ángel Gris