Sigourney Weaver as Ellen Ripley
Recently I have come to discover that there are so many great movies that I have been missing all these years. I am particularly referring to the Alien film franchise starring Sigourney Weaver as Ellen Ripley, an officer who is in an endless battle with an alien species in all the four installations of the movie. I can’t help wonder why I didn’t bother to watch this great movie so far. Today I finished watching the fourth installation and I must admit that I feel inspired by her character. I would certainly like being an officer like her in a spacecraft on a deep space mission. Anyway, the one thing especially in the fourth movie that caught me thinking is the resurrection part. Ripley was resurrected through cloning using the blood sample collected before she kills herself in Alien 3.
I am perfectly okay with cloning Ripley to resurrect her using her blood samples. But what puzzles me is that she possesses the memories of her past life once the process is complete. That simply doesn’t make sense. There was no way the memory could have gotten stored in her DNA. Obviously the memories weren’t stored in any retrieval unit either because there was no mention of that in the film. My problem is not whether she had her old memories or not. My problem is with the concept of consciousness. Let’s take cloning itself for example. If I clone myself completely and then transfer all my memories into this new person, he will lead his life thinking that he is me unless of course the final memories which contains information about the cloning is transferred as well. Even then there will be a confusion as to who is the “real me“.
Quantum Teleportation in Star Trek
So, unlike the villain’s point of view in the movie The 6th Day, we don’t get to live forever as our clones are the ones who look and feel exactly the same way as we do and also can possess our memories through transfer. But they are still not us. A similar problem exists with Quantum Teleportation. The information of me is first transferred to the destination. For that the quantum states of all the particles that in my body must first be retrieved and stored into the teleportation system. Then I should be destroyed at the source. The information transferred will then be used to recreate “me” at the destination just like in Star Trek. Again it is a problem because the person at the destination will be my copy and not me. If the process fails to destroy me then I will be here at the source and to make matters worse, there will be another person who looks exactly like me and having my memories created at a destination thousands or even millions of miles away.
Atoms and Consciousness
I don’t know how can the people who say this is not a problem justify it. However, when I think about it, the person sitting and typing this blog post right now is really not “me” either. Since my birth, the atoms in my body has been replaced through life’s processes such as consuming food, expelling waste, taking bath and so on. It is entirely possible that none of the atoms that originally made up my body in 1984 exists in my body today. But I still have the feeling of self or the feeling of consciousness about myself. That is quite hard to explain. Why do I feel this “uniqueness” about myself? So much that creating a clone of myself will not assure me immortality. It only assures the existence of another person like me.
Most of us are afraid of death as it brings to an end all the beautiful experiences that life offers us. Being truly immortal thus would mean keeping alive all the cherished memories and experiences forever. With more advanced technologies, the time is not far before we can backup our own memories. But will there be a way to store and retrieve the feeling of “self“? If I transfer my awareness of self to a computer, will the “self” leave me to enter the computer or will I still have it? If I still have the feeling of self then what is it that got transferred to the computer? These are not easy questions to answer and I am not sure whether theology can answer them any better because of the problems I just described.
Future Spacecraft to The Stars
I have a lot of faith in science. I feel that some day science will understand what exactly it means to be self-aware and also find a way to transfer this consciousness of self into a machine or a clone without creating the paradoxical situation mentioned above. I wish such a breakthrough happens during my lifetime. When the human race leaves Earth and starts to colonize other planets and reach distant stars in the future, I would certainly like to have a piece of that action. I seriously don’t wish to be in a situation where my consciousness dies with me and I miss all the great things the future human race will achieve. I would want my consciousness of self with all its memories to live forever either in a being like me or as a sentient being if the technology of the future allows.
- Destructive Distillation of Coal
We learned about charcoal and coke during 8th grade but we didn’t learn how they are produced until 10th grade when our beloved Prema madam taught us the process of destructive distillation. I kind of liked the idea since the process reminded us of another experiment I conducted with my brother at home. Most ordinary light bulbs have a component inside that resembles a miniature test tube which we have used to conduct experiments on projectile motion.
- Inside of a light bulb
We found at an early age that the inflammable material at the tip of a match stick can be utilized to launch projectiles. My brother and I were introduced to the test tube like thing by our neighbors. We put the inflammable stuff inside it thing and compressed it from outside. When we applied heat at the open end of the tube, it shot forward like a bullet.
I thought that this tube could also be used for destructive distillation. Science freaks like my friend Shyamlal and I used to sit in the class and mock spiritual concepts. In Hindi we were taught many lessons depicting stories of Buddha and Vivekananda. This is about an incident centered around a biographical lesson on Vivekananda and his contributions in our 10th grade Hindi text book.
- Swami Vivekananda
The lesson was nice and at the end of it , there was a couple of paragraphs about his death. It was written that his body which was made of panch bhoot or five elements (earth, ether, fire, water and air) finally got separated from its soul and disintegrated into the earth. I was puzzled and asked Shyamlal who sat next to me “What does that even mean?”. He joked saying, “May be we can do a destructive distillation of his body to find out whether he is composed of panch bhoot!”. I stared at him for a while thinking about what to say.
It was a funny incident but it raised some fundamental questions in our minds. For instance, “Why do we still believe in pseudoscience even though we know that real science says something else?” “Why is it that yoga instructors and Ayurveda practitioners still preach about the vata, pitta and kabha doshas when the actual explanation of the symptoms in the body is different?”
My friend’s joke didn’t decompose Vivekananda. It instead decomposed our views on pseudo-scientific notions about the world around us! And now I like Vivekananda who caused this initiation.
- Star dust – The stuff that eventually makes people like us!
Life is full of mysteries eagerly waiting for our wits to grow sharper. But how do we draw the line between our state of consciousness, the consciousness called life and physical reality that we are all made of star dust?
It is confusing. We all know that the atoms that make up our bodies were cooked at the core of stars that exploded as supernovae millions of years ago. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if I state that the carbon in my right hand was cooked in one star and the carbon in my left hand was cooked in another. The ultimate truth is that we are all made of star dust.
Life as we know, is just what matter does given the proper environment. Then why do we revere it so much? Does our reverence to life have its origins in religious indoctrination? Why was I called a Hindu when I was born? What if I were kidnapped by a Muslim or a Christian when I was born and raised in a Muslim or Christian family? The fact that my faith was arbitrary because of my family of birth caught me thinking at a very early age.
- Charles Darwin – A genius in the making!
I strained my cognitive abilities to deduce answers to this conundrum that we call life. We obtain answers from all odd places. Thirteen years of search led me to nothing other than frustration and more queries in mind. I got the answer in a theory that I had not considered as fact for a long time.
I was introduced to Darwin when I was in second grade. I knew that it is one of the theories in existence. But when I read and thought about it, I really got it. I realized that this incredibly simple theory was really capable of explaining everything about life, its beauty, complexity and diversity. As I grew old and amassed a wealth of knowledge, I thought that if science could explain life so elegantly, probably it can do better and that made me an atheist.
Wait a minute. Why am I talking about why I became an atheist? Because this the confession of a maverick philosopher. Why do I call myself a maverick philosopher? What is maverick and what is philosophy?
Maverick is an iconoclastic person who doesn’t like to belong to any particular clan or sect and philosophy is the pursuit of wisdom.
- Yin-Yang – The Unity of Opposites!
The Taoist sages say that we have to empty our cup to see the light of wisdom. It is very true. We are often filled with ideas and speculations that we never open our mind to perceive reality as it is. We blame the circumstances, we blame the people. We hardly blame ourselves. It is easy to preach that we have to accept people as they are and accept the situation as it is. But how many people even try doing it?
What wisdom do we derive by close mindedness? Can we be 100% open minded? I don’t think so. There are certain things in life where we have to hold a stance. And that is the part of philosophy that I want to tell the world.