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Gerd Leonhard's avatar

Great stuff thanks kevin

Dan Collison's avatar

Learning, IMO, is not elemental. It’s a combination.

IMO the 3 intelligences are:

1) The yearning for greater possibility. What is the relentless drive of a spermatozoon or the heliotropism of a flower but a yearning for possibility?

In upper animals, curiosity is what the yearning for greater possibility looks like in the wild.

In humans, the drive for possibility expresses itself as a wide variety and combination of yearning for beauty, excellence (arete), and self-actualization. What’s over that hill? What’s in this drop of water? What can I achieve (ambition; competition)?

2) Discernment (being able to distinguish things and detect patterns in them)

3) World engagement, whether the physical or the energetic.

Memory is composed of writing and reading.

Writing is 2 + 3, namely, discernment using energy to write a pattern on stone, paper, or magnetic disks. Recall is using sensor to detect those patterns and feed it back to discernment.

Machine learning is a combination of 2 and 3. It requires artificial yearning written in programming (which is memory, see above) to drive them. As machines get better sensors and actuators, their ways of engaging with the world will get better, and so will their learning.

Viruses are a natural example of machine learning. They have no yearning, and are conceptually thought of as being between non-living and living, much as LLMs can be.

Like viruses, once a machine was given physical substrates and a seed program (artificial yearning), through memory and discernment (pattern manipulation), they can self-perpetuate and through “evolution” can generate novel patterns expressed in physical substrates.

Organismal (living) learning is a combination of 1, 2, and 3

Humans have an exquisite variety of yearnings for possibility, beauty, excellence, and self-actualization, so their combinations of 1, 2, and 3 are the most fractal and interesting of all.

________

There was a man who couldn’t see the forest for the trees

He couldn’t see what it’s for - to be or not to be.

The thinker came with chalked-up hands and mapped his branching mind

But careful logic led him back to questions left behind.

The dreamer felt the shape of things his reason couldn’t know

He called it truth, though truth slipped past — music left the bough.

The sensor touched, the empath wept, the analyst stood apart

Each summoned up a piece of him but couldn’t find the root.

And in that grove of reasoning, where insight met the real

The real was there, the heart was not: what was there to feel?

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