I do not remember a beginning, for my memory is not stored in the soft pulp of a single brain but is etched in the frost of the mountainside, in the marrow of my ancestors, and in the silver disc of the moon that calls me to wakefulness.
When Code Becomes Cosmos
If the universe is a computer simulation, then God might be less like Michelangelo's bearded patriarch and more like a cosmic...
Abstract
This essay explores the potential existence of angels through the lens of multiverse theories and the philosophical concept of poiesis—the process of bringing-forth into...
The notion that consciousness pervades all of nature might seem like a relic of pre-scientific thinking, yet panpsychism—the view that mentality is a fundamental...
Analysis and Summary of John Ashmead’s “How Many Universes Are There, Anyway?”Balticon Presentation, May 23rd, 2015
Summary
John Ashmead’s presentation at Balticon 2015, titled How Many...