Interestingly, our brains have special circuits, design to emulate others. In effect, our consciousness imprints onto theirs. It’s not the full pattern, and imperfect, but a part of us lives on in the consciousness of everyone who knows us.
I think this is a far better explained version of what I’m yammering on about. Echoes of yourself living on in other conscious beings, fragmented 1000fold into the general aether of all those you’ve interacted with
It’s useful to understand the mechanisms, it helps you to understand both what it can do, and its limitations. E.g. they can only mirror the parts they see or talk about. The parts of yourself that you hide away will be lost from their imperfect model.
For more info, it generally falls under “mirror neurons”. They help us empathise with others. E.g. when we smile, certain mirror neurons start firing. When we see someone smile, the same ones fire. We feel the appropriate emotions because of this. They also fire preemptively. E.g. when you hear your mother yelling about the mess, even though you’ve lived alone for a decade.
Ah right. I guess I’m sort of implying that the hidden parts are also imprinted somehow too, through a vague hand-wavey mechanism that I’ve yet to define
I think this is a far better explained version of what I’m yammering on about. Echoes of yourself living on in other conscious beings, fragmented 1000fold into the general aether of all those you’ve interacted with
I think you had the better version straight out of the gate.
It’s useful to understand the mechanisms, it helps you to understand both what it can do, and its limitations. E.g. they can only mirror the parts they see or talk about. The parts of yourself that you hide away will be lost from their imperfect model.
For more info, it generally falls under “mirror neurons”. They help us empathise with others. E.g. when we smile, certain mirror neurons start firing. When we see someone smile, the same ones fire. We feel the appropriate emotions because of this. They also fire preemptively. E.g. when you hear your mother yelling about the mess, even though you’ve lived alone for a decade.
Ah right. I guess I’m sort of implying that the hidden parts are also imprinted somehow too, through a vague hand-wavey mechanism that I’ve yet to define