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As you get older, you will remember things that happened when you were 10 better than things that happened yesterday.
So things are pretty much the same, then?Army of GOD wrote:30 years ago, I think most of my current matter was probably poop.
Pack Rat wrote:if it quacks like a duck and walk like a duck, it's still fascism
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ZZZZZZZZZZIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGsaxitoxin wrote:So things are pretty much the same, then?Army of GOD wrote:30 years ago, I think most of my current matter was probably poop.
natty_dread wrote:Do ponies have sex?
(proud member of the Occasionally Wrongly Banned)Army of GOD wrote:the term heterosexual is offensive. I prefer to be called "normal"
natty_dread wrote:Do ponies have sex?
(proud member of the Occasionally Wrongly Banned)Army of GOD wrote:the term heterosexual is offensive. I prefer to be called "normal"
What about pubes?john9blue wrote:if you're asking whether i'm the same person physically... well that's a "ship of theseus" problem. i am the same being in the memories of the people i know. society considers me to be the same person. i retain the skills, memories, and general body structure of my 10 year old self. if there are souls, then i have the same soul. just depends on your definition of "person".
Pack Rat wrote:if it quacks like a duck and walk like a duck, it's still fascism
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natty_dread wrote:Do ponies have sex?
(proud member of the Occasionally Wrongly Banned)Army of GOD wrote:the term heterosexual is offensive. I prefer to be called "normal"
You sound like Dr. Evil. "My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy; the sort of general malaise only the genius posses and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, Luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds - pretty standard, really. When I was 12 I received my first scribe. When I was 14 a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum - it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it."john9blue wrote:on topic: 10 years ago was about the time that i started realizing that most adults largely didn't have a clue what they were talking about, authority usually wasn't given to those who deserved it, and i was largely alone in terms of the way i thought and experienced the world. it was about this time that i stopped genuinely caring about school. i still thought that people were fundamentally good and that i could achieve anything i wanted to (those changed about three years ago), but 10 years ago was when i started forming the basis of my worldview.
if you're asking whether i'm the same person physically... well that's a "ship of theseus" problem. i am the same being in the memories of the people i know. society considers me to be the same person. i retain the skills, memories, and general body structure of my 10 year old self. if there are souls, then i have the same soul. just depends on your definition of "person".
watInkL0sed wrote:You sound like Dr. Evil. "My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy; the sort of general malaise only the genius posses and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, Luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds - pretty standard, really. When I was 12 I received my first scribe. When I was 14 a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum - it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it."john9blue wrote:on topic: 10 years ago was about the time that i started realizing that most adults largely didn't have a clue what they were talking about, authority usually wasn't given to those who deserved it, and i was largely alone in terms of the way i thought and experienced the world. it was about this time that i stopped genuinely caring about school. i still thought that people were fundamentally good and that i could achieve anything i wanted to (those changed about three years ago), but 10 years ago was when i started forming the basis of my worldview.
if you're asking whether i'm the same person physically... well that's a "ship of theseus" problem. i am the same being in the memories of the people i know. society considers me to be the same person. i retain the skills, memories, and general body structure of my 10 year old self. if there are souls, then i have the same soul. just depends on your definition of "person".
Yes, I do happen to have that memorized.
natty_dread wrote:Do ponies have sex?
(proud member of the Occasionally Wrongly Banned)Army of GOD wrote:the term heterosexual is offensive. I prefer to be called "normal"
natty_dread wrote:Do ponies have sex?
(proud member of the Occasionally Wrongly Banned)Army of GOD wrote:the term heterosexual is offensive. I prefer to be called "normal"
Interesting, so what is this abstract "nature" that remains constant then?LaZCaTo wrote:Barring some huge life-altering trauma experience - I would suggest that most of us still retain parts of ourselves from our past. Aspects of our personality are hard to erase, though your interests, abilities & what-not may have changed, did they ever really ever really express you? or were they externalities we're forced to cling to in our post-modern world to form a persona for ourself? Things like your nature are far harder to over-ride and far more representative of you then things that may come & go throughout a life-time.
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Well, people and society consider you the same person because that's how we consider life to be, non-existance, existance, non-existance. I'm wondering if that is wrong.john9blue wrote: if you're asking whether i'm the same person physically... well that's a "ship of theseus" problem. i am the same being in the memories of the people i know. society considers me to be the same person. i retain the skills, memories, and general body structure of my 10 year old self. if there are souls, then i have the same soul. just depends on your definition of "person".
Actually, you probably remember far more than you think you do. The brain's "storage", so to speak, is far greater than you'll ever need.Haggis_McMutton wrote:
As for skills and memories, really? Hell, only 6 years ago I spent wasted countless hours lerning the minute details of our local geography for what is basically a placement exam.
I knew all of that shit, I can't even name the region capitals now. There's probably plenty other "skills" that I don't have anymore.
everywhere116 wrote:You da man! Well, not really, because we're colorful ponies, but you get the idea.
I thought his mind stayed the same, but his body grew quicker?whitestazn88 wrote:considering my mind develops at the rate that robin williams' does in "Jack", then yes.
I agree.InkL0sed wrote:Also, Haggis, Sartre would say that humans are always in a state of flux. Therefore our identities must incorporate the fact that we change.

Haggis just threw down one of the most interesting posts on CC.Haggis_McMutton wrote:I am a very different person than I was 10 years ago. In what objective sense am I still the same person as that guy?
I remember only a tiny portion of my experiences, and they likely aren't completely accurate either. Most of my cells have changed since then not to mention interests, abilities and what not. Hell I don't even look that much like the guy.
As you get older the changes slow down obviously, hence the 10/20/30 years thing, however the general point stands.
It seems to me that "death", or perhaps non-existance, happens relatively often to us, not just the one time. I mean, if I'm not still the dude I was 10 years ago, than that dude must have transitioned from existance to non-existance at some point, aka he died.
And yeah, this is the shit I think about when I'm drunk.