Hi Roger and LS,

>From Roger's great post of 2/10:
> In summary, though this may well never be possible, there is no reason to
> assume that you couldn�t copy yourself and make two versions UP TO THE
> POINT of duplication.  From that point on they would differ.

The Happy Iconoclast does her job...

I agree with you Roger.  If you assume that the clone is an identical 
copy of the original, then it would be the same person.  There is no 
transcendent "I" hovering around in our bodies that is not composed 
of the atomic arrangement of which we are made.  There is nothing 
special about the self.  The self is just the sum total of our 
experiences to date.  There is no soul waiting to transcend into 
heaven when we die. 

Our selves are based on the physical configuration of our personal 
collection of atoms, all of which can be replaced easily.  I have no 
problem with this.  It's not the atoms themselves that are important, 
but their relationship with each other.  I could collect a bucket of 
atoms from a cremated a human being, but I would not have a human 
being.  I would have a bucket of atoms.  My bucket of atoms would 
lack the basic ingredient for an individual - which is not the atoms 
themselves, but their relationship to each other.  Their PATTERNS.  

What is the self?  The self is the sum total of experiences from 
conception onwards that forms the individual.  The self is memory.  
Who would you be if you had no memory?  You would not be anybody!  If 
you one day woke up like the proverbial duck in a new world without 
any memories at all you would not be you.  You would be a 
manifestation of a new-born infant in an adult's body.  You would be 
nobody because you wouldn't have any experiences at all to define 
yourself in relation to anything else in the universe.  

I submit that without memory, a human body is a human body 
functioning at no better than the biological level - and a primitive 
biological level at that.  I have a box on my mantle containing the 
ashes of my Mother, but I have no illusions about what is actually in 
the box.  That is not my Mother in any sense of the word.  When she 
died and her patterns decayed (as they would quite rapidly in a dead 
brain), then what I was left with was a collection of atoms in a box 
that used to be part of my Mother.  But the patterns are gone.  It's 
the patterns that made her who she was - not the atoms, but their 
relationship to each other.  The patterns - the value - is all that 
counts.  

If I could take that box of ashes - along with all the atoms that 
must have escaped into the atmosphere during cremation, and restore 
the "Mother" patterns to them, then I would have my Mother - but 
without the patterns I would have nothing of value.    

The cloning experiment is fascinating to me in this sense.  What if 
you took a person who had just died and cloned their patterns before 
they started to deteriorate?  Would this clone be that person brought 
back to life?  Yes, I think so - assuming of course that the clone 
was "alive".  As long as you had been able to capture their pattern 
information before it deteriorated, then if you created a living 
clone you would have the same person as the one who just died.  The 
dead person would still be laying there on the table or whatever, but 
the living clone would have the same patterns of memory as the 
deceased and would thus BE the deceased - with one major difference - 
the new clone would be one that also contained a memory of what it 
was like to die.  Thus, as Horse, Roger, and others have said, the 
clone would be identical to the original at it's "birth", but would 
then immediately begin to diverge from there.  The Mother I knew had 
no experience of death, but the new clone would.  So in that sense, 
and in that sense only, the clone and the original would be 
different. 

This is no different from the "freezing" experiments someone 
mentioned previously.  The only difference between the frozen 
original person and the unfrozen one at it's birth would be the 
experience of being frozen and thawed.  Experience *and* the memory 
of that experience are what makes us who we are.  

Let me have it guys!

Mary (aka the Happy Iconoclast)


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