It occurs to me that my memory is some kind of cryptographically secure information. If you open my skull you can see all my brainmeat but not the information, and yet I can recall the information from it and push it out into meatspace in some form or another, I can also take information and store it away, secure in my brainmeat.
I wonder what kind of cryptography my brain is using to code and decode the information?
nostr:nprofile1qythwumn8ghj7ct5d3shxtnwdaehgu3wd3skuep0qy0hwumn8ghj7cnfw33k76twd4shs6tdv9kxjum5wvhx7mnvd9hx2qpqhk0tv47ztd8kekngsuwwycje68umccjzqjr7xgjfqkm8ffcs53dqr23eea I bring this to your attention because you must have given this some thought at some point?
God’s design of humanity is the cryptography. Nobody can recreate it 🫡
I take a different position. My belief is we are given many gifts from God and one of those is a world that is knowable, I just want to know more about this temporary test space.
The mysteries of the universe both massive and minuscule scream praise and worship to its Creator
I look forward to a time in my life where I can dedicate more time to the quiet contemplation of these things. Soon.
Pro.ly something like lossy compression
I definitely don't have a perfect memory
Information is conscious data. Since there is no satisfactory theory of consciousness, there is no satisfactory theory of information.
