Friday, January 19, 2024

The Invisible Gorilla

This is such a wonderful example of what we are: inside our skull our brain aggregates inputs from our entire body of sensors. The amount of continuous information is truly massive and beyond digital processing in real-time.  So evolution selected for brains that create simplified models with fast comparison for survival including bodily function. (Importantly this modeling is not necessarily isolated in our skull.)

Concentrating, focusing our visual modeling on counting ball passing, results in loss of focus on other modeling that goes on. Besides 'missing' the gorilla most other modeling receives lower priority. 

Consider what might those observing would report if other sensors were triggered at the same time: loud bang, a flash in peripheral vision, smell of smoke, ...?

Modeling is always happening as sensory data is continuous and there are processes for  priority, decision weighing,  involved in models a.k.a. modeling for survival.

We model everything! I  believe our modeling function has no need to differentiate abstract models (models of models ie ideas) from objective sensory models (ex sight, sound, touch,...) 

As an animal species, it appears our modeling abilities evolved in a non linear increment. My suspicious ( idea modeling 😁) is that evolutionary selection drove a fractal step level increase in abstract modeling ability.

Okay time to model my ass out of bed, make coffee and do chores. Thanks for your indulgence of my ramblings.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtKt8YF7dgQ

We model EVERYTHING!

 

My position is a broad philosophical one. We model EVERYTHING!  I'm rather trapped in my purist view.  By my definition, all that is possible are mental models thus we can not truly observe any objective reality. Now I’m not trying to dis the scientific process – it’s the only logical/rational means that is coherent.  What I mean is humans can not trust the mental models we construct of the experimental process we can only model an interpretation. Mathematics is a wonderfully logical abstraction however it to is subject to our internal modeling process for interpretation. That said it provides huge guidance for us.

I can not think (model) of how I can exit this logical trap. Nor can I think of why evolution might have developed a means for us to escape the modeling trap if the underlying driver if evolution is just advancing survival if a universe of entropic soup is true? Very frustrating for me.

So, the scientific process allows us to logically investigate the objective reality about us but we remain trapped in the model everything paradigm. I am faced with questioning everything while believing my mental thoughts are always (infinite?) models of all questions as that is what I am?

Regarding N and S, both still are modeling. As far as I expect there is no single modeling function. This might rock your socks a bit but not only do humans model, I think the entire universe models!  I don’t believe humans are highly unique in any fundamental way.  It’s not surprising to me that there are groups with common models and that we identify them and create models of these groups.  It’s what we do.

Language is another fascinating modeling.  Not to devel into that here but it does not surprise me that AI (large language models) are getting faster and better able to create consistent and coherent results.  Compared with human modeling (thinking) I expect AI will struggle to be as innovative given its narrow access to data though it is expanding with sound and visual data.  For me that reflects well with my view of modeling for survival ie human modeling is highly specialized. 

Need more coffee – take care!

Friday, February 7, 2020

Laundry Matriarch


Laundry Matriarch

A bed made with sheets
And sheets for my bed
One I yearn for
The other I dread
Sheets with many folds
From love making so bold
While others so trim
Made so by sore limb
Oh for a day on my back
Instead of on track
Just sheets stripped a-bare
And your passionate stare

A Crucible Of Stars


A Crucible Of Stars

By Ken Metcalfe
The night is bright
With my heart's delight
Behold the tales unseen.
\My mind is fraught
Of these tales unsought
Tales grand and serene.
\No hell could be worse
Then to suffer this curse
So mortal and so keen.
\But continue to stare
At God's wondrous fare
Oh what might have been!