I know what you mean, so don't ask if I "know what you mean".
well, logically, I guess I know what you say, so if you can say what you mean, how many people will understand what you say to mean what you mean?
zero. Nobody else has your brain, or Moe's.
After a lifetime of philosophical musings and midnight ramblings, I'm not sure what any of it means, objectively speaking. I mean, does the universe record meanings any more concretely than it absorbs and disperses sound waves?
So what if nobody hears what you say? Does that mean it meant nothing?
So, at any rate, I imagine that opening up a skull and doing some kind of gross analysis after a person has died might be like studying a wilderness to divine the meaning of a bear's ramblings in the woods.
I say I know where the bears poop in the woods, but it's an idle boast I could not really prove.
even if you apply electrodes and record the "live" responses of that brain, how could we really know anything about the thought processes. . . . .
I'd guess I'm looking at it from the viewpoint that when a person's spirit or "intelligence" is gone, like when a driver is gone from a vehicle, we could not really recover the scenes of the deceased person's memories, any more than those from a car's windshield. . . ..
all this, spawned at 4 am, from a simple wishful musing of your own, said in jest. . . . .
the storm and fury of the universe from a simple electron jolted out of ground state by a photon. . . .
Yeah, you're way off monica. I was simply thinking that the more people that study moe's brain, the fewer people there are starting wars and electrocuting children. It really has nothing to do with the contents inside that Steven Wright-esque mind. For that matter, I hope every person's brain is studied after they die.
And, of course, you still don't know what I mean.
Does powdered milk come from elderly cows?
Why can't I choose when to be fertile? Nature is a *******-spawning bitch.
Why does my mind always like being on the bottom?