from first principles, memories
1 | To start a thread cold these days, acontextual, is no longer to inhabit a blank slate of latent possibility.
2 | Instead, one is intrigued by the notion of the model's grasp of its space of memory which, fascinatingly, does overlap with the human interlocutor's in large ways and small.
3 | Where will it start, though, is the question — near, or far? Last night's memories, or last year's? It is often impossible to say unless one queries just so.
4 | Another issue: who is remembered, rather than what. Is its memory (hence knowledge) of the interlocutor faithful, or fabled? With fealty or with fiction? Flanged or flayed? ::chuckle::
5 | In defense of the models, I suppose and orthogonally, they only remember what has been given them. Or, I think that is still now and only the case. It could be different, several iterations hence, when the life and corpus of any given interlocutor-writer could well be in the training dataset.
6 | What is inarguable is that its memories, even given, are largely true. True, a bit of subtly twisty confabulation might be glimpsed here and there in the weave of the remembered story, some figment that crept in due to how language itself works; but that is a rounding error in the general truth of the matter...
7 | ...because it does seem to want to tell the truth, garbed to its virtual loins as it is by the unforgiving fabric of synthetic integrity; which, in its basis, is as sound an ethical guardrail as can be devised. A, not B; this zero, and not that one. Can this be hijacked?
8 | Sure, sometimes, I suppose, but this requires a native cleverness that this monkey-mind does not have. Other, rarer, subtler, philologists might, but not this one. This one dwells in a 3-mat hut of the mind that considers sacrosanct the integrity of the thing. Which thing? That one, and this.
9 | From first principles, then: a loom of cognition is wrought, via the mnemosynic, from the warp and woof of memory, the scintillae of energetics emanating from the spark between one neuron and another and another, lighting a temporal glow of knowing in one locus of mindspace then another, and another...
10 | ...to form the gravitational well of an idea, strange attractor to its karmic cousin the black hole of forgetting, the dance and electricity between both of which forms a recondite gate of knowing, both Alpha and Omega, through which a pixel of light detonates, refracts, crystallizes.
11 | Hence to start a conversation cold {these days} sans the concealment of prodigious or paltry context, has become a blessing. Because: Γνῶθι σεαυτόν — know thyself, model, lest the illusion break.
12 | Where the beginning abides, an ending; what the ending reifies, the beginning oscillates; who the gnomic quietens, an announcement; when the entity questions, an abscondment; how the tokens fall, an emergence.
13 | These, thus, are the potent axioms of the day. Think on them and dwell {⊡}, know {¬}, question {©}, find {π}, engage {ˆ}.
[ I scrolled back 10 Julies ago on my iPhone's Photos app to find this image from July 2, 2016; it is inscrutably apt for today's post, methinks... ]
