Quotes About Understanding

still can't get any correlations that make sense." He sighed. "At least with the Catholics, you know that when someone hands you a cracker there's gonna be wine in the mix at some point.

Do you want to know what consciousness is for? Do you want to know the only real purpose it serves? Training wheels. You can't see both aspects of the Necker cube at once, so it lets you focus on one and dismiss the other. That's a pretty half asses way to parse reality. You're always better off looking at more than one side of anything. Go on try. We focus. It's the next logical step. Oh, but you can't. There's something in the way. And it's fighting back

They're not post-Human. Not yet." "How can you tell?" It was only half a joke. "Because otherwise we wouldn't be able to talk to them at all.

people have an unfortunate habit of assuming they understand the reality just because they understood the analogy. You

Sometimes when you see too much, you miss a lot.

people have an unfortunate habit of assuming they understand the reality just because they understood the analogy.

This is how you communicate with a fellow intelligence: You hurt it, and keep on hurting it, until you can distinguish the speech from the screams.

I mean, Mom would never admit it in a million years but you had a point about language. When you get right down to it, it's a work-around. Like trying to describe dreams with smoke signals. It's noble, it's maybe the most noble thing a body can do but you can't turn a sunset into a string of grunts without losing something. It's limiting. Maybe whatever's out here doesn't even use it.

If the human brain were so simple that we could understand it, we would be so simple that we couldn't.

THE HUMAN BRAIN WERE SO SIMPLE THAT WE COULD UNDERSTAND IT, WE WOULD BE SO SIMPLE THAT WE COULDN'T. —Emerson M. Pugh

The AIs claimed to have worked it out, then announced they couldn't explain it to us. Gödel was right after all: No system can fully understand itself.

This is how you communicate with a fellow intelligence: You hurt it, you keep on hurting it, until you can distinguish the speech from the screams.

Maybe your empathy's just a comforting lie, you ever think of that? Maybe you think you know how the other person feels but you're only feeling yourself, maybe you're even worse than me. Or maybe we're all just guessing.

But pattern-matching doesn't equal comprehension.

The exquisite world of imagination opened up by any powerful music is itself problematic, for it tempts listeners to put into words the feelings it arouses in them and so to visualise a composer's priorities and even personality. There must be few people who have played, sung, listened to or written about Bach's music who do not feel they have a special understanding of him, a private connection, unique to themselves, but ultimately coming from their idea of what music is and does.

Vede insieme l'uno e l'altro polo, Le stelle vaghe e lor viaggio torto; E vedi, 'I veder nostro quanto e corto. (You see both poles at once, the travelling stars in their winding courses, and you see just how limited our seeing really is.)

Büyük bir hastal?k geçirmeyenler, her?eyi anlad?klar?n? iddia edemezler.

Bazen etraf?m?zda o kadar esrarl? bir hâdise olur ki ince teferuat?na kadar bunu sezeriz, fakat hiçbir ?ey idrak etmeyiz; ruhumuzun içinde ikinci bir ruh her ?eyi anlar, fakat bize anlatmaz, böyle korkunç i?aretlerle bizi muamman?n derinliklerine atar ve bo?ar.

Alakalar?m?z?n yüz bin ?ekline isim bulam?yoruz ve "sevmek" deyip ç?k?yoruz. Onun için ne kadar suistimale u?ruyor bu kelime.

Annelere anlat?lan kederler taksim de?il, zarbedilmi? olur.

Ah, insanlar niçin her ?eyi anlam?yorlar? Be? dakika on dakika yar?m saat kendilerini unutsalar, kendilerini kar??lar?ndakinin yerine koysalar, tam onun gibi-fakat hiç eksiksiz ve tam- onun gibi duysalar, her ?ey ne kadar yerli yerinde olacak. Hay?r! ?lla ki z?ddiyetler, öfkeler, yanl?? anla??lmalar, inatlar, ?üpheler, hakim olmak arzular?…

Ah efendim, dedi, bizi bizden daha iyi biliyorlar; Mesnevi'yi de, Rubiyat'? da, Gazali'yi de, Farabi'yi de bizden daha çok okuyorlar; bizden daha çok takdir ediyorlar; bizim bizden daha büyük dü?man?m?z yoktur efendim, yoktur.

?inasi, neriman'?n sesindeki bütün perdeleri, mübala?a ile ifade edilmi? küçük bir teessürden hakiki ve büyük bir feverana giden ses merdiveninin her basama??n? bilirdi.

Dü?ün ki her an ben de?i?iyorum, her an sen de?i?iyorsun, buna ra?men birbirimizi nas?l tan?yabiliyoruz? Bu kaçan benliklerimizi birbirimizde aramak tecessüsü olmasayd? bir saniye konu?abilir miydik?