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Of course.
originally posted by: HotMale
So now you do at least agree that availability of path info matters.
So do you also agree that there has to be something to which it matters? You must.
This is obviously a conclusion you'd like to reach for some reason, which the evidence does not support. The availability can be created by the interaction of two non-conscious things, so that interaction is what matters.
So if availabilty of info matters, it can only matter to something that is conscious.
Available means available. You're inferring in one case available means a conscious observers knows the available information but you haven't proven that. And if that's not what you mean, then there's no discrepancy, it's available but not known to any conscious observer, like the number in the sealed envelope that hasn't been opened.
No they seem to argue that if information is available, but not KNOWN to to the observer, the interference pattern still collapses, and that therefore, the role of consciousness is disproven.
The actual experimenters are saying that it is AVAILABILTY of that info to the observer is what matters. Big diffference.
Of course.
This is obviously a conclusion you'd like to reach for some reason, which the evidence does not support. The availability can be created by the interaction of two non-conscious things, so that interaction is what matters.
Available means available. You're inferring in one case available means a conscious observers knows the available information but you haven't proven that.
In his paper, "Non-computability of Consciousness," Daegene Song proves human consciousness cannot be computed. Song arrived at his conclusion through quantum computer research in which he showed there is a unique mechanism in human consciousness that no computing device can simulate.
"Among conscious activities, the unique characteristic of self-observation cannot exist in any type of machine," Song explained. "Human thought has a mechanism that computers cannot compute or be programmed to do."
Song's work also shows consciousness is not like other physical systems like neurons, atoms or galaxies. "If consciousness cannot be represented in the same way all other physical systems are represented, it may not be something that arises out of a physical system like the brain," said Song. "The brain and consciousness are linked together, but the brain does not produce consciousness. Consciousness is something altogether different and separate. The math doesn't lie."
What did you base your claims on originally before you found this, and why can´t you find that information again?
No, it collapses based on availabilty of info, it doesn't matter wether we actually look or not, its about having the potential of having that knowledge.
originally posted by: HotMale
a reply to: neoholographic
This is fun and our efforts have not been fruitless.
Step by little step our materialists are travelling into the realm of consciousness. They just don't realize it yet themselves, or do they?
Even in their "rebuttals" they are now making statements that actually support the very notion.
Like I said before, give it time and it will be seen as self evident.
originally posted by: HotMale
Looks like a nerve was hit.
originally posted by: HotMale
Looks like a nerve was hit.
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originally posted by: HotMale
Looks like a nerve was hit.
originally posted by: HotMale
Looks like a nerve was hit.
originally posted by: ImaFungi
originally posted by: HotMale
Looks like a nerve was hit.
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Enjoy your non knowledge
originally posted by: ImaFungi
originally posted by: HotMale
Looks like a nerve was hit.
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