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Hi there, I wonder of this is the right place to be posting this?
Here it goes anyway. I've been trying for some time to make an easy to understand and explainable analogy in regards to the title of this post "The absurdity of reality without God".
I would love some feedback on what could strengthen it even more or if you could point out some weaknesses. Does it even make any sense?
Could the improbability and total absurdity of a computer spontaneously writing it's own code into a functioning digital world, be equalized with our reality?
It goes like this:
Chapter 2
In ages long ago, there was an old dusty computer. Long forgotten in the corner of a dark basement belonging to someone’s mother. Once the perfect environment for endless hours of dwellings in vast digital worlds of wonder, the artistic creations of programmers’ imagination.
Behold! There is a time for gaming and a time, to do other things. Thus, the computer was wiped, everything deleted. It was shut down. All memory of that old thing soon faded away…
Until that miraculous day. The day of wonder and awe never to be forgotten. A shining light came from the computer. Endless digits of 1’s and 0’s filled the screen to the propelling sound of cooling fan’s turning swiftly and the smell of old dust filling the room. In the beginning, everything seemingly a true mess. Riddles of chaos was in the computer code.
The next day, while little rays of light were shining through the holes of a curtain, something new happened. The code was changing, what seemed like little arrangements of patterns. 01101001 01000001 01101101 was repeated down the screen. In a flash “Let there be light!” appeared in letters on the screen. Suddenly the speakers of the computer were alive, sending beautiful symphonies of music into the room. Colors filled the screen; the numbers were no more. On day three there was a transformation. Dancing to the sound of music the colors made shapes. The World was formed, the code of life. Made in the image of our own, great digital forests as far as eyes can see, the wind blowing and leaves flying by. Endless oceans of crystal blue, with the sun twinkling on the surface floor.
More days went by while something new appeared on each day. Then, on the sixth day I decided to visit my mom. I asked “Mother, do you still have that old computer of mine?” “Yes, my dear!”, she replied. And so I went, walking down the stairs wondering about that smell, and the sound and colors filling the room. Slowly I walked in wonder towards my old dusty computer.
I stared into the screen of the computer. “Who are you?”, the man on the screen asked.
Perplexed in thought I asked myself the question, “Who am I?”
Can also be read here: https://shepherdscrolls.com/2020/03/19/the-ai-man-chapter-2/
So there you have it, thank you for reading and I hope very much to hear from you.
Sincerely, Mathias
Here it goes anyway. I've been trying for some time to make an easy to understand and explainable analogy in regards to the title of this post "The absurdity of reality without God".
I would love some feedback on what could strengthen it even more or if you could point out some weaknesses. Does it even make any sense?
Could the improbability and total absurdity of a computer spontaneously writing it's own code into a functioning digital world, be equalized with our reality?
It goes like this:
Chapter 2
In ages long ago, there was an old dusty computer. Long forgotten in the corner of a dark basement belonging to someone’s mother. Once the perfect environment for endless hours of dwellings in vast digital worlds of wonder, the artistic creations of programmers’ imagination.
Behold! There is a time for gaming and a time, to do other things. Thus, the computer was wiped, everything deleted. It was shut down. All memory of that old thing soon faded away…
Until that miraculous day. The day of wonder and awe never to be forgotten. A shining light came from the computer. Endless digits of 1’s and 0’s filled the screen to the propelling sound of cooling fan’s turning swiftly and the smell of old dust filling the room. In the beginning, everything seemingly a true mess. Riddles of chaos was in the computer code.
The next day, while little rays of light were shining through the holes of a curtain, something new happened. The code was changing, what seemed like little arrangements of patterns. 01101001 01000001 01101101 was repeated down the screen. In a flash “Let there be light!” appeared in letters on the screen. Suddenly the speakers of the computer were alive, sending beautiful symphonies of music into the room. Colors filled the screen; the numbers were no more. On day three there was a transformation. Dancing to the sound of music the colors made shapes. The World was formed, the code of life. Made in the image of our own, great digital forests as far as eyes can see, the wind blowing and leaves flying by. Endless oceans of crystal blue, with the sun twinkling on the surface floor.
More days went by while something new appeared on each day. Then, on the sixth day I decided to visit my mom. I asked “Mother, do you still have that old computer of mine?” “Yes, my dear!”, she replied. And so I went, walking down the stairs wondering about that smell, and the sound and colors filling the room. Slowly I walked in wonder towards my old dusty computer.
I stared into the screen of the computer. “Who are you?”, the man on the screen asked.
Perplexed in thought I asked myself the question, “Who am I?”
Can also be read here: https://shepherdscrolls.com/2020/03/19/the-ai-man-chapter-2/
So there you have it, thank you for reading and I hope very much to hear from you.
Sincerely, Mathias