AiliailiA wrote:And with that is demonstrated that "more intelligent" and "less intelligent" are pitifully inadequate measures of the intellectual strengths we all have. We have minds (resist the urge to joke about that, for I consider dogs and even lizards to have minds, and would consider any creature able to negotiate the Nationstates sign-up page and successfully post out some characters on the forum, proven to have a mind beyond any reasonable doubt) and a mind is a very complex thing. Neccessarily, since at least in part the development of a mind is directed by itself. "Free will" which some very good thinkers tell us does not objectively exist, exists subjectively, and exists so strongly for some people that they will literally take their own lives to test the limits of it (resist the urge to call them insane, on this level it irrelevant whether their thinking is right or wrong). For me free will certainly exists, I have probed and tested and experimented with the only example I have (or can have) and am as certain now, as I am certain of anything, that I have free will. Your experience may differ, but be careful please, if you choose to experiment: the act of observation very much changes the conditions of the experiment.
Posters who are more familiar with my posts will recognize that I'm posting drunk. Actually quite drunk now, I've had about 8-10 standard drinks. I'm just mentioning it since you haven't known me long and may not recognize the signs. With this avuncular style and a certain friendliness and familiarity we have struck up together, you may be skimming my post looking for the best bits to reply to, rather than skimming it looking for the weakest bits to demolish. So I'm just warning you that I'm drunk, and things I say which may appear insightful could just be bullshit which my drunken prefrontal cortex thought were insights, but which another part of my brain which is barely even tipsy yet, adorned and embellished with smart details. We all get drunk differently, and I think I am unusual in still being able to type correctly and use full sentences long long after my good judgement is shot to hell. How lucky I am. My room is cold but not too cold. There is perfect silence now, near-perfect, just the raindrop-on-lilypad sound of my keystrokes and a buzzing from the ancient amp-speakers on my desk (there, I stopped that with a slap to the big bulgy power button on the left unit). Now I hear a subdued clank from the kitchen upstairs, it's my mom or the old man, finishing their cleaning up after dinner. A baking tray put to soak in the sink, now turned out and moved to the dishwasher. Soon the gurgling and clunking of our trusty dishwashing machine will begin, oh joy! It began right then! Between the time I wrote "soon" and the time I wrote "begin"! What a lucky man am I. How very enviable.
But there is not much more time. It's not that I'm getting drunker. There is a reason, I'm not sure, but I think it's that the clackety-clack unit (I'm not a neurologist, I don't know the proper word for that part of my brain, so I'll call the bit that types the "clackety-clack unit") provides feedback to the now-quite-drunk serious-thinking unit (prefrontal cortex, but honestly that's no more accurate it's just a word I know), and after a while the clackety-clack unit gives up trying to communicate with the serious-thinking unit, so while the clackety-clack may continue for some time the quality goes down steeply. I am a great clackety-clack unit! If brains were modular and made of interchangeable units like a desktop computer is, this clackety-clack unit would be an upgrade to almost any brain on Earth, like 99% of them. Over 90% of the people reading this (correction, reading this thread ... anyone still reading this actual post I wouldn't hazard a guess about, I'll just say don't read Luke Reinhart's The Dice Man because you are vulnerable), over 90% of the people reading this thread would be smarter people if their own clackety-clack unit was taken out, thrown away, and replaced with my own fine clackety-clack unit. I am top-notch!
Captain on deck! Clackety-clack unit out.
Sorry about that people. It was a training exercise, and for the record my clackety-clack unit passed the basic metrics thought there will need to be some remedial training for the whole team, at some time in the future. The point is, that a human mind is a complex thing, differing in many ways between one person and another. Compared to the mind of a dog, all human minds are somewhat similar. But subjectively, we don't compare our minds to the mind of a dog very often. When we do, we're not really thinking at full capacity are we? It's an intimate moment, not in a sexual sense I hope, but like a sexual encounter in that the human and the dog are finding common ground and trying not to think outside the common ground ... hey-UP clackety-clack, captain on deck! You're not swabbing out the head, but any more slacking on the poop deck and you bloody well will be! Attention!
Having serious difficulty navigating the point here. I may have to run her aground, abandon my command and seek employment as a barnacle man. Or failing that, seaside village idiot.
The point I'm trying to make is that one "intelligence" differs from another, in more ways than you can count. If minds were potatoes, measuring their capacity with one metric would be to measure their length from the darkest spot to the spudwise antipode. "Intelligence" in the sense of a single summary number in an IQ test, is like that. A single number to asses the size and capability of the potato, but with the IQ test it isn't even "longest axis of the potato" its more arbitrary than that. The last time I was tested for IQ by a qualified psychologist it was overall 131 btw, but that was a while ago and I wouldn't score so well now.
That was the janitor, sorry. I mentioned "swabbing out the head" and the damn janitor reports for duty. I'd bawl out the comms officer, but that's exactly the problem, we don't have a damn comms officer anymore on this tub, her role is supposedly "fully automated" so I just mention the ... place where we poop ... and what happens? Damn janitor reporting his IQ scores. Days like this I think let's just anchor of the Somali coast and have a disco on board.
One human intelligence differs from another ... I will make this point, come hell or high water ... the way one sixteen dimensional potato differs from another sixteen dimensional potato. Not just in sixteen different directions, but in all the topological variety possible in sixteen dimensions. There is literally no-one on Earth, or ever in the past on Earth, who was the biggest and best intelligence in every possible way.
Now the clackety-clack unit wants to make a very clever point about eyes. But no. Running her aground now.













