Jenny L. Nielsen's "Quanta Qualia"

Freedom as Unrestricted Access to Evolutionary Environment We cannot be limited by the universe in itself because we are enabled by the universe; we are a piece of the universe. Defining free will based upon the restrictions of our framework is a byproduct of mis-attribution of independence to our being from the underlying framework. We are not separate actors from the underlying cosmos but embedded in the cosmos, part and parcel of cosmos. Following universal laws is indenti cal to following our own wishes and whimsies. Freedom is thus engagement with and access to the cosmos, to the natural environs a species evolved in and from. Any restriction on free will is restriction of access of the human being (or the sentient species) from their environment, from their cosmos, from their natural environs. This cannot be acted upon by the universe upon inhabitants, but can, strangely enough, be enacted upon inhabitants in that cosmos by other inhabitant agents, who may att

strong immersion as proposed criteria for an “aware” /autonomous life form (First appearing on FB in Nov 2016) I think for a being to be so-called "conscious" or have apparent autonomy (what looks like "free will") it must be a global non-equilibrium sensory system folded in on itself and immersed in its environment to an extent that it processes the outside as its inside and the inside as its outside. To appear to have free will it must make its "decisions" based on global non-equilibrium responses to its outer environment (which is also topologically part of its inner environment). Programming based on digitally modelling exclusively pre-assigned choices will result in an automaton dependent on another global sensory non-equilibrium life form immersed in its environment. (Programming based on pre-signed choices represents a language, which can be executed by living systems and used to direct other beings and automaton objects into appar

September 9, 2010 at 8:13pm The Universe and I Had a Chat by Jenny L. Nielsen The universe and I had a chat last night Funny how he showed up when I'd invited him to tea so many times and he hadn't shown but here he was now when it didn't seem right not the right cast of light but then of course it's right spacetime makes it's own decisions he rode in on a soap bubble but kinda plopped sat on the edge of the carpet for a moment before blinking out and then revamping the skylight with a light beam that shone on a cornerstone of my soul I'd swept into one of the catacombs of my heart without direction he spoke and said "Burp" (or perhaps this was the dish drainer? Although it was loud, and definite) and somehow this was enough I suppose or would have been if the book on my counter hadn't blown open to page 138 and I read some poem by e e cummings some dig on thank you god for an amazing ears of eyes that makes mor

The Astrolabe - a Poem by Rumi (my own loose translation) My own recast, with some artistic license, from Persian (in tradition of Coleman Barks, using other translations and Google translate, and dictionaries etc as references) Love is defined by that pang in some heart; No longing equals that of a heart set apart. The pain of disentangling is man’s signature in history. But Love is the astrolabe of God’s mystery. Love for this one. That one. Whomsoever. In the end can only lead us to our Master of All Masters. Strive as you will to describe and explain You’ll find your Love puts thought to shame. To call by tongue draws Most Things nearer; Yet Always: a Love unexplained Is clearer. The pen went hurrying along mad treatises When it tried to write “love”, it shattered in pieces. The lofty intellectual collapses on himself: An ass, on his ass, sitting in the mud! An ass resting on his ass—a love resting on its love. The sun demonstrates