Every Day is Mother’s Day

My mother passed away last night due to a problem with her fistula (essentially a port through which they do dialysis). She suffered from dementia and end stage renal failure. It’s been a long journey for her these past few years, and I can take comfort in knowing she’s no longer suffering through one medical crisis after another.

This past year we haven’t been able to have much of a conversation due to her dementia. Our talks would last maybe thirty seconds, but I’m happy to say that they consisted of, “How are you?” and “I love you.” Those were my last words to her. Not everyone gets to say goodbye on that note, and for that I’m grateful.

The situation is strange. She passed away just before Mother’s Day, and I’m flying out to go to her funeral tomorrow, on my birthday. I’ve never been one to care for birthdays (especially not this year considering my great birthday bash plans consisted of going to my see my neurologist), and Mother’s Day would have been meaningless to her at this point. In a way, it all seems fitting. The other day I was thinking of what I could send her for Mother’s Day and I couldn’t come up with anything that would make sense. Nothing would have made sense to her except for those words. In a way, that’s what it all comes down to anyways.

So I’ll say them one last time for whatever it’s worth:

Mom, I really wish I could’ve been there with you in your last hour. I miss you, and I love you so very much.


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Luckily, she did get to see my house before she began her downward decline. Here she is playing my piano…music was always her passion.

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HOMO IN MACHINA: ETHICS OF THE AI SOUL – A Response

Many thanks to Nannus for giving us this thoughtful reply. Please check out his response!

Creativistic Philosophy

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This article started as a comment to http://theleatherlibraryblog.com/homo-in-machina-ethics-of-the-ai-soul/ (by Steven Umbrello and Tina Forsee) that grew so long that it could not be posted there, so instead I decided to put it here as an article on my own blog and just comment that article by putting a link. This article, therefore, should be read in the context of the article it is commenting on.

Why is there ethics at all? Why is nothing wrong with taking a hammer and beating a stone, but everything wrong with taking a hammer and beating a human being? The reason is simple: the human being would suffer, the stone would not. The subjective experience of the human being is what makes ethics necessary.

We assume that animals, at least the more sophisticated ones, also have such a subjective side, so we would extend some of the ethical principles to them as well. There…

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