My First of Hopefully Many

On a Friday of October 11, my bae and me were having some discussion about nobel lauretes (yes, because of G. Hinton, D. Hassabis, et al) and what it takes to get one. I said they all believed in and kept the pursuit of truth. She asks me, “bae, what’s the truth for you?” I’m usually fast at responding to such question but this time wasn’t able to precisely articulate my answer until she falls asleep. So I ended up writing a poem as my answer to her question for her to read the next morning…

"consciousness" is the truth for me...
because without it the question of truth doesn't make sense, it the sole thing that not only perceives but also appreciates the reality, construct abstract symbols, give them meaning to formulate a framework that explains reality. It detect patterns and try to make sense of them. It detects patterns outside of it. Even detects the ones within it, in the chemicals required of its own functioning. It call them “emotions”, which are its own states for different concentrations. It studies them, and uses them to convince others of their own version of reality. In understaing itself, it gives rise to the emotions, to the concepts, to ideas, to the patterns in the molecule interactions, to the observation of disintegration of its surroundings, even that of its own kind and part itself. It gives rise:

to the scare of death, to the reassure of survival
to the joy in discovery, to the excitement of exploration
to the rapture of sex, to the "love" in obsession
to the kinship of belonging and to the belongingness when within groups
to the madness in art, to the discipline in sports
to the rythm in music and to the music in vibrations
to the pinkness of her lips, to the redness in a rose
to that kick in the poetry and that kiss on her nose
to the sharpness of a stone and the curiosity of unknown
to the “ideologies” of thoughts and to the “right” of freedom
to the theories of everything and the laws of nature
from attaction of atoms and to the space-time curvature
to the electricity in flow of electrons, and flow in magnetism
to the decay in a reaction and power in steam engine
to the framework of mathematic and to those insights from statistics
from nazis against laws (mind you!) not of nature, to the “careers” of a scientist and leaders
to the bandwidth in silicon, to the scaling in transformers
to the “artificialness” of intelligence, and to its abstraction in a code
giving code ability to write more code, leading to the emergence of trillion ones and zeros

from the zero of nothingness, to the meaning of interestingly everything;
—even the notion of “truth” itself.

PS. Working on robotics means giving physical-API to the digital brains, a sufficiently essential next step for us.

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