This belief can take me to many places. Here’s one.
I am a individual branch of knowledge, invaluable to me, perhaps valuable to others:
Labor is a byproduct of knowledge: one “knows how” to do something.
Money is a byproduct of labor: one “gets paid” for doing something.
Money is unique to humanity. Greed is unique to humanity.
I currently believe that I am a limited (finite) physical and conceptual coalescence of an infinity of information.
Think of all the infinite information that limited humans can’t access, and therefore can’t create anything “physical”. Think.
Think of humans creating knowledge from quantifiable information, and you get things like bombs and AI. Think of humans creating knowledge from non-quantifiable information, and you get painting, music, and dancing.
We are all an Improbable Possibility.
You are an actualizing probability, right now as you are reading this, during an infinitely-shrinking zeptosecond.
This can be very exciting. In any given zeptosecond or less, you are not so very far away from your past or your future. Maybe, you are in—you “be” in—your past and future.
Some possibilities may always remain improbable.
Belief might be possible, but it may always remain improbable.
I don’t know in “what”, and I don’t even know “why”. I guess I believe in belief.
Virginia Woolf sounds like Pete Townshend.
“But there is no Shakespeare, there is no Beethoven ; certainly and emphatically there is no God ; we are the words ; we are the music ; we are the thing itself.” “Moments of Being”, Virginia Woolf
“Listening to you, I get the music. Gazing at you, I get the heat. Following you, I climb the mountain, I get excitement at your feet! Right behind you, I see the millions. On you, I see the glory.”
“Tommy”, Pete Townsend
Financially improbable possibilities can actualize.
People are talking a lot about an impending financial bubble.
They make me think of the captain on the Titanic. Or that Singapore ship that just crashed into the bridge in Baltimore. The captain saw it coming, but he couldn’t turn it around. At least he issued a Mayday.
