(Apologies if this gets double-posted—I’m having some really weird issues with my browser and this site, and am uncertain if it got through on the first time.)
EY: But apparently, once you do a little group theory, write a few operas, and solve the mystery of consciousness, there isn’t much else worth doing in life: you’ve exhausted the entirety of Fun Space down to the level of table legs.
Hmm. I didn’t read the book that way: I never got the impression that he’d be doing table legs because he’d exhausted all the challenging stuff. Instead I interpreted it as his exoself just randomly picking different kinds of tasks, with the table leg bit just happening by chance to follow a sequence of higher-complexity tasks.
(Apologies if this gets double-posted—I’m having some really weird issues with my browser and this site, and am uncertain if it got through on the first time.)
EY: But apparently, once you do a little group theory, write a few operas, and solve the mystery of consciousness, there isn’t much else worth doing in life: you’ve exhausted the entirety of Fun Space down to the level of table legs.
Hmm. I didn’t read the book that way: I never got the impression that he’d be doing table legs because he’d exhausted all the challenging stuff. Instead I interpreted it as his exoself just randomly picking different kinds of tasks, with the table leg bit just happening by chance to follow a sequence of higher-complexity tasks.