Yes. You watch yourself die, and you continue being you.
You’re always doing exactly that already.
Every moment of every day. You replace yourself, with a new self.
Except the person who died is dead, and they stay dead. The person who died’s final moments will be seeing their clone standing over them, and their memories will diverge.
They’re clearly different meat, different consciousnesses in that moment. They won’t know what the other is thinking, they will have to speak to communicate.
Exactly. Even as a new me lives on, with the same identity, it isn’t the same individual. The Me who walked into the teleporter will die, and never wake up again.
I don’t care about the continuity of my identity, I care about the continuity of my consciousness. My identity changes over time, but it’s always Me who experiences that identity.
I would rather have my identity radically change, but continue to be the one to experience it, than have my identity continue, but have it be a part of a different consciousness.
Maybe. We might be getting into the weeds of unknowable philosophical questions here.
My belief is that my consciousness now is more or less the same as when I was young. But then, there’s no way to know that, as we only exist in the current instant. It’s possible I sprung into existence when I woke up this morning.
And yet I think that the claim “there’s no continuity of consciousness, the You that existed yesterday is not the same You that exists now” is just as unprovable and thus unknowable as the claim that I am the same Experiencer that I always have been. We have no understanding of what consciousness even is.
To be honest I’m not really sure what consciousness “changing” means. I’m curious what you mean by that. In my mind, either it is or it isn’t the same. It’s just the thing that experiences my identity, my body, qualia. It’s awareness itself.
I think some of the difficulty here boils down to the impossibility of defining consciousness itself.
Yes. You watch yourself die, and you continue being you.
You’re always doing exactly that already.
Every moment of every day. You replace yourself, with a new self.
Except the person who died is dead, and they stay dead. The person who died’s final moments will be seeing their clone standing over them, and their memories will diverge.
They’re clearly different meat, different consciousnesses in that moment. They won’t know what the other is thinking, they will have to speak to communicate.
How are they not separate people in that moment?
They are separate individuals.
They are also the same person.
Identity and individuality don’t need to be linked. Neither is dependent on the other.
Exactly. Even as a new me lives on, with the same identity, it isn’t the same individual. The Me who walked into the teleporter will die, and never wake up again.
I don’t care about the continuity of my identity, I care about the continuity of my consciousness. My identity changes over time, but it’s always Me who experiences that identity.
I would rather have my identity radically change, but continue to be the one to experience it, than have my identity continue, but have it be a part of a different consciousness.
Your consciousness is always different. Ever changing. Never fixed.
In fact it’s the change in your consciousness that inspires an change in identity.
Maybe. We might be getting into the weeds of unknowable philosophical questions here.
My belief is that my consciousness now is more or less the same as when I was young. But then, there’s no way to know that, as we only exist in the current instant. It’s possible I sprung into existence when I woke up this morning.
And yet I think that the claim “there’s no continuity of consciousness, the You that existed yesterday is not the same You that exists now” is just as unprovable and thus unknowable as the claim that I am the same Experiencer that I always have been. We have no understanding of what consciousness even is.
To be honest I’m not really sure what consciousness “changing” means. I’m curious what you mean by that. In my mind, either it is or it isn’t the same. It’s just the thing that experiences my identity, my body, qualia. It’s awareness itself.
I think some of the difficulty here boils down to the impossibility of defining consciousness itself.