Poised midway between the unvisualizable cosmic vastness of curved spacetime and the dubious, shadowy flickerings of charged quanta, we human beings, more like rainbows and mirages than like raindrops or boulders, are unpredictable self-writing poems -- vague, metaphorical, ambiguous, and sometimes exceedingly beautiful.
Ti, very interesting and inspiring.
far from brilliant
forget bought it at which flea market back then, it is one of the few books i finished reading and still missed it 。。
The brain is thus seen as having "mind states" that exist between sensory input and behavioral output. These states are loopy and recursive; their present status is as much a function of what they were like an instant ago, as of what new sense data was just inputted into them.
A funny adventure in ideas though an immature one
30%左右讲数论那一段实在无法follow. Downward causality is where the strangeness lies
> I Am a Strange Loop