Reading Reza Nigarestani describing how the train journey from public language to AI. This journey as any other in philosophy ought to be a tortuous and complicated journey, full of detours and forced stops as much as long waits, a measure of gambling and uncertainty that accompany every step. This is the example set in the Passage Nord-Ouest by Michel Serres. Philosophy in general, if it is worth pursuing, is something like the crossing from the Atlantic to the Pacific through the waters of Canada.
Been reading Bohn's recent papers on the possibility of junky worlds (and therefore of hunky worlds as hunky worlds are those that are gunky and junky - quite funky, as I said in the other post). He cites Whitehead (process philosophy tends to go hunky) but also Leibniz in his company - he wouldn't take up gunk as he believed in monads but would accept junky worlds (where everything that exists is a part of something). Bohn quotes Leibniz in On Nature Itself «For, although there are atoms of substance, namely monads, which lack parts, there are no atoms of bulk, that is, atoms of the least possible extension, nor are there any ultimate elements, since a continuum cannot be composed out of points. In just the same way, there is nothing greatest in bulk nor infinite in extension, even if there is always something bigger than anything else, though there is a being greatest in the intensity of its perfection, that is, a being infinite in power.» And New Essays: ... for there is nev
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