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Feb. 10th, 2006 @ 04:24 pm in which kevin says a lot of things that have probably been said already
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Human contact is such a funny thing.

It's hard to express in words because words are the messenger and contact is the message. Human experience is so complex. So many things running in the background become part of who we are. Behavioral scripts. Memorized personalities. The disturbing, continual sensation of hormones pumping into the body. After a certain stage in one's life pure awareness is no longer possible. As you find yourself, you cease to be able to truly imagine what it's like to be another human being--so many of your own memories, connotations, thoughts and feelings get in the way. You can simulate another person's awareness only through the lens of your own psychological and biological biases. Your experiences as other people are mere copies of your own image, housed in your own consciousness.

A single human's sphere of perception is unimaginably vast. It's hard to get an idea of its size until you spend long enough in solitude--only then does your sense of self expand, ever and ever larger, until you no longer realize that you are there. A lone human being is a disembodied consciousness, its immediate environment a mere extension of itself. When one spends several weeks in a single building, distance ceases to have meaning. You are sitting at your desk and you are eating in your kitchen. You are watching television. You are reading. The house becomes your body. You are but a voice, and everything outside is the product of your imagination.

Interacting with another person after an experience like that is jarring at best. Impossible, even. The human brain is wired to perceive other humans as mere objects in a sensory environment. To be able to see into another person's mind, and read not only their thoughts, but their concurrent daydreams, their residual stress over losing their wallets, their squirts of lust-cravings, their irrational fear of snow from a traumatic experience in childhood--to see another you, not you yourself, but a creature of identical capacity for awareness, born from the same mold---it's too much. True telepathy would drive people mad.

Each of two different people can experience the same event and tell a completely different story. Have you ever wondered why?

Extend that to sex--the ultimate form of human contact, in which two conscious, aware human beings unite as one being, forming a closed system--and I wonder why people's brains don't explode mid-coitus. (Explode boom, not explode unf.)
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From:retch
Date:February 11th, 2006 01:42 am (UTC)
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Interacting with another person after an experience like that is jarring at best. Impossible, even. The human brain is wired to perceive other humans as mere objects in a sensory environment. To be able to see into another person's mind, and read not only their thoughts, but their concurrent daydreams, their residual stress over losing their wallets, their squirts of lust-cravings, their irrational fear of snow from a traumatic experience in childhood--to see another you, not you yourself, but a creature of identical capacity for awareness, born from the same mold---it's too much. True telepathy would drive people mad.

hmm, actually disagree moderately strongly with that. :) We're running sims of people and the world all the time. We ARE predictive intuition machines, modeling what the hell is going, that's part of why we get so upset when we meet people who violate that. Our minds DO end up merging with one another, the more tightly meshed the interactions, the more connected they are, really human consciousness is an amorphous singular cloud, what we percieve as self is really just a portion of the entire series of calculations that make up humanity, and in fact the entire ecosphere of our planet. There are some remote parts, even some that are almost entirely disconnected (very little of our brainspace flows into the awareness of ocean floor high temperature sulfur vent dwellers for example), but overall its a web.

In the immediate, couples who have been together for really long times, or siblings, often spookily or cute, depending on POV, complete each other's sentences, etc. :)
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From:erf_
Date:February 11th, 2006 06:53 am (UTC)
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Interesting. I will dwell on this.
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From:hatmaster
Date:February 12th, 2006 08:01 am (UTC)

not really

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you will most probably give this some thought until another unkind act/thing/object/idea/hypocritial situation hits you in the face and then you'll rant about that. I bet you it is sooo true. The only subjects i know of that you haven't ranted about are make-up, socks, watches, the usefulness of the concept of a 'roof', bridal consulting, horrible murders you've committed (although we've talked about your crimes), and people you'd shag for a dollar. that's about all i can think of that you haven't ranted about yet...or maybe cuase you haven't formed an opinion about these subjects until just now when reading this.
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From:erf_
Date:February 12th, 2006 08:06 am (UTC)

Re: not really

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Is this supposed to offend me?
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From:hatmaster
Date:February 13th, 2006 07:55 pm (UTC)

Re: not really

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did it? Sry.

it wasn't supposed to.

If i had wanted to offend you I would have ...

and that's why rocket launchers are so heavy.
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From:erf_
Date:February 13th, 2006 09:06 pm (UTC)

Re: not really

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QED
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From:aesvir
Date:February 13th, 2006 05:33 am (UTC)
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Did you just get laid?

o_0
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From:erf_
Date:February 13th, 2006 06:01 am (UTC)
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Of course not. -_-