Is it hard to imagine the physical world having much allure at his point for humanity in general or for yourself? Do you mean that your ties to the physical world thriugh your flesh prison makes things dull, or that society isn't grounded enough? Why, in the name of all that is good and holy... would we want to become digital deities?
I am very interested in this issue and the reasons you might have behind these notions.
I went to a Frida Kahlo exhibition recently that had a VERY trippy VR experience, it felt unbelievably so damn real to be flying on Frida's bed. It started off in her room, rather peacefully, and you could observe all around you and see how she furnished it, with birds chirping out the window....then the bed starting moving and coasting along the streets of Mexico, with gigantic buildings on either side....when the bed started lifting and going straight into the universe My tummy did a little wobble and I gripped my seat.
I think the experience only lasted 10 minutes but honestly it was the most wondrous feeling...coming back to reality was a bit of a bummer...I briefly felt what Buzz Aldrin must have felt when he went to a massive depression after coming back from the Moon.
I think constructed realities as you describe have the potency to become addictive, which could lead to huge social problems...people already invest their lives in social media and it's only a matter of time before we will want to permanently occupy an augmented reality to escape the one we are currently in.
I find the thought both interesting and scary. Being a writer (even if just an amateur) makes the idea of the craft being taken away from me, terrifying. I know that some will say "your mind is your own and they can't take writing from you". They would be right. Physically, no one can force artists to stop creating worlds in their minds, solving made up crimes, traveling to places that reality cannot compete with. But you can hurt people, you can push, ridicule, bully, intimidate and so much more to the point they break. It is hard enough these days, to have something to say and be heard, in spite of all the social media out there or perhaps 'because' of it. If the future is anything like you describe, the art of creation will die out slowly.
What fascinates me about this idea of yours is the possibilities. I can already imagine what you are describing. But that's just it. "Imagine". Art is meant to express the inexpressible, shed light on things we ignore, to soothe the troubled soul, provide a world of escape, to give us a necessary shock that will bring us back to our real selves. But what happens when that becomes our reality? What happens when we start living in perfect little worlds, ignorant to the reality we purposely left behind? Does that, perhaps, lead us to a life of addiction on dopamine and serotonin? Wouldn’t that be worse than the reality we live in?
I don’t know. You have spoken to me before and (I hope) you know I usually try to have a balanced dose of negativism and optimism in me. However, the way I see it, we define our goodness in contrast to the bad deeds that we or others around us commit. So what happens when you have no more darkness to define your light? How will you be able to draw the line between what is right and what is wrong anymore? As tempting as what you describe sounds to those that praise it, I think there is a good reason why we ‘have’ dreams and not ‘live in’ dreams. But hey, that’s just me :)
Is it hard to imagine the physical world having much allure at his point for humanity in general or for yourself? Do you mean that your ties to the physical world thriugh your flesh prison makes things dull, or that society isn't grounded enough? Why, in the name of all that is good and holy... would we want to become digital deities?
I am very interested in this issue and the reasons you might have behind these notions.
I went to a Frida Kahlo exhibition recently that had a VERY trippy VR experience, it felt unbelievably so damn real to be flying on Frida's bed. It started off in her room, rather peacefully, and you could observe all around you and see how she furnished it, with birds chirping out the window....then the bed starting moving and coasting along the streets of Mexico, with gigantic buildings on either side....when the bed started lifting and going straight into the universe My tummy did a little wobble and I gripped my seat.
I think the experience only lasted 10 minutes but honestly it was the most wondrous feeling...coming back to reality was a bit of a bummer...I briefly felt what Buzz Aldrin must have felt when he went to a massive depression after coming back from the Moon.
I think constructed realities as you describe have the potency to become addictive, which could lead to huge social problems...people already invest their lives in social media and it's only a matter of time before we will want to permanently occupy an augmented reality to escape the one we are currently in.
I find the thought both interesting and scary. Being a writer (even if just an amateur) makes the idea of the craft being taken away from me, terrifying. I know that some will say "your mind is your own and they can't take writing from you". They would be right. Physically, no one can force artists to stop creating worlds in their minds, solving made up crimes, traveling to places that reality cannot compete with. But you can hurt people, you can push, ridicule, bully, intimidate and so much more to the point they break. It is hard enough these days, to have something to say and be heard, in spite of all the social media out there or perhaps 'because' of it. If the future is anything like you describe, the art of creation will die out slowly.
What fascinates me about this idea of yours is the possibilities. I can already imagine what you are describing. But that's just it. "Imagine". Art is meant to express the inexpressible, shed light on things we ignore, to soothe the troubled soul, provide a world of escape, to give us a necessary shock that will bring us back to our real selves. But what happens when that becomes our reality? What happens when we start living in perfect little worlds, ignorant to the reality we purposely left behind? Does that, perhaps, lead us to a life of addiction on dopamine and serotonin? Wouldn’t that be worse than the reality we live in?
I don’t know. You have spoken to me before and (I hope) you know I usually try to have a balanced dose of negativism and optimism in me. However, the way I see it, we define our goodness in contrast to the bad deeds that we or others around us commit. So what happens when you have no more darkness to define your light? How will you be able to draw the line between what is right and what is wrong anymore? As tempting as what you describe sounds to those that praise it, I think there is a good reason why we ‘have’ dreams and not ‘live in’ dreams. But hey, that’s just me :)
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