Consciousness Is Only A Level Of Abstraction

I’m sure many scientists, priests, monks, religious leaders, and other humans out there have been searching for an answer to whether a computer can be programmed in such a way that consciousness can be installed onto a machine or not, and so far I bet we all have confused ourselves with more scientific terms that we had come up with in an effort of trying to address this very question.  Joining the fun, I like to offer my very own take on this.  Right off the bat, I declare that computer can have consciousness.  If you read on, you will see why I’ve come up with this declaration.

Something is so illusive that when it’s right in front of us and yet we think it’s somewhere in heaven.  I believe consciousness is as simple as that.  When we think of consciousness, we tend to think that it’s mysterious.  We don’t understand what it is, but we like to think that we know what it is.  We name this consciousness, because we think if we know who we are, we are conscious.  We name this consciousness, because we think we have innate understanding of our surroundings.  We think computer cannot be programmed to the level of our consciousness, thus consciousness could never be programmable.

I refute the idea of consciousness as a mysterious state that has no connection to the mechanics of the brain.  Some people argue that consciousness can exist outside the brain.  These people think that taking away the brain, consciousness would float on.  I wonder if there is such a consciousness existed, where would it float to?  Perhaps, it would float to a land of mystery where consciousness would cease to exist, because nobody would care if it is exist or not since nobody could observe it for it is being locked in the land of mystery, for forever.  The key is that consciousness should be observable!

I think if a program is designed in a way that it can act intelligently on the human level or even on a higher level, it’s safe to say the machine with such a program is highly or super intelligent.  Is it safe to say it’s consciously conscious?  I would say yes!  You would probably want to argue with me at this very moment, but let me explain.  Imagine a fish inside a fish tank and a fish tank is being placed on the beach, what level of consciousness does the fish have at this very moment?  Basically, what would the fish think when it stares beyond the fish tank and yonder out this ocean with hard waves that push tides into the beach?  Let me guess, perhaps the fish would think there is more water out there than in the fish tank.  Let me guess, perhaps the fish would think there are beautiful sun in the sky, gracefully floating clouds, angry waves of tides, noisy beach goers, and lot of sand.  I bet the fish would not think of animals and plants that live deep under the sea and would never surface.  This means the fish does not have the tools to help itself to see what is under the sea.  At this point, is it safe to ask does the fish have consciousness?

I think the fish has consciousness, but at a fish level and not of a human level.  Should we say consciousness is a level of intelligence?  Why would a person want to believe that a fish has a level of consciousness?  Perhaps, it’s safe to say the fish is consciously thinking because the fish is able to figure out when it’s hungry, angry, happy, getting scared, and so forth.  Then again, we can also argue that the fish is being programmed that way, but it does not think.  This argument would be right if you say the fish does not think like a human, but how would a human know a fish does not think like a fish?  Thus, a human could not argue a fish does not have a fish consciousness.

I think consciousness is an abstracted thought of conscious itself.  What I meant is that consciousness is conjured by the level of human intelligence.  Without the human intelligence or higher, a fish consciousness can only consciously observe a fish’s abstracted consciousness.  Perhaps, somewhere in distant galaxy that the level of consciousness is few trillion times more intelligent than human beings on earth, because these aliens are way more intelligent.  With such intelligence, their level of consciousness is way higher.  They can observe the consciousness at a higher level of abstraction.

Unless something in life will change my point of view on the abstraction of consciousness, in my opinion, consciousness is right in front of us.  With this in mind, I argue that if a human being can program a machine to a level of a human intelligence, I believe that such a machine would believe that it’s a human and consciously thinking like a human.  After all, consciousness is only a level of abstraction.

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Alice Would Know?

Just another essay I had written on the question of life and death.  Enjoy!!!

Dark, uncomfortable thought entered my mind.  It was not earth shattering thought, or the end of the world kind of thought.  Nor it was personal or a cry out for help of sort at all.  Nonetheless, it was a thought of being just another human being.  I bet at least once in our lifetime that most of us have thought of death.  Yes, this word, death, isn’t everyone’s favorite word.  It’s a mother of all disgusted kind of words since who would want to leave life for death unless one is very troubled within.  Nonetheless, since the dawn of human time, who had ever escaped death?  Sure, there were legends that some beings had escaped death through various means; resurrection as one example of such means… but really?  Instead of believing a fairy tale, we know very well that if we aren’t the stuffs of a legend we are sure to have an expired date for each and everyone of us.  The expired dates for all of us won’t be the same, but nonetheless they are ticking down regardless… till time will really run out and that’s that for us being a human.  It’s not like time will run out for the world, but time sure will run out for each of us as our specific expired date counts toward that expiration.  An expiration of being a human, and what comes after would be death.  A cold corpse that lies underneath the soil, rotten away as the bugs gnaw at the corpse’s once precious, silky, smooth skin.  Everything would be rotten in the end.

I know not how a story would end for you or me.  Nonetheless, I do know that all of our stories would have an ending.  It’s unavoidable that there was preordained end to a story of being me or you, but how such a preordained ending would turn out is not something you and I would know unless you or I — are/am is arrogantly enough to think writing our own story is just a trivial task.  Not to belittle your arrogant spirit or my own, the truth is that writing one’s own story is easy to be said than done.  Just for an example, one would thought that one could carry out a morning routine as planned, but there would always be something that would slightly steer a morning routine off course.  Only the lucky fews could be arrogantly guessed right how their story would unfold till the very end.  Would that be fun for such lucky fews?  I do not know, but would you want to know how your story would unfold to the very end?

Some people’s endings could be laughable with laughters, not to mock but to reminisce the good old time.  Some people’s endings were meant to be celebrated in silence for they were respectable ones who had lived among us.  Some people’s endings were so terrible that their endings deserved to be forgotten forever and never to be spoken again from anyone’s tongue, but such endings could never be forgotten since they were too terrible to be locked away.  How Hitler had killed himself on his last day, well at least that was what I had learned of his ending, deserved to be retold, again and again, as a lesson for newer generations to learn that being ruthless dictatorship might deserve a very bad ending.

I do not know how yours or mine would unfold, but I do know each of us will have an ending to be told.  How do you like your to be told?  How do I like mine to be told?  To be honest, I like to imagine my own ending will be a joyous, respectable, and glorious one, but as the story goes, one can never know where the rabbit hole ends or how deep it is… one just has to go through it to know what lays at the end.  Alice would know?