Excellent post.

I have pondered the same sort of questions. Here is an excerpt from my 2009 book.

My father is 88 years old and a devout Christian. Before he became afflicted with Alzheimer’s he expected to have an afterlife where he would be reunited with his deceased daughter and other departed loved ones. He doesn’t talk of this now and would not be able to comprehend the question if asked. He is now almost totally unaware of who he is or what his life was. I sometimes tell him the story of his life, details of what he did in his working life, stories of his friends, the adventures he undertook. Sometimes these accounts stir distant memories. I have recently come to understand that there is more of ‘him’ alive in me then there is in him. When he dies and were he to enter the afterlife in his present state and be reunited with my sister he would not recognize or remember her. Would he be restored to some state earlier in his life? Would he be the same person at all?

I originally wrote this to illustrate problems with the religious idea of resurrection. I now believe that this problem of identity is common to all complex evolving systems including 'ourselves'. For example species evolve over their lifetime and although we intuitively know that we are identifying something distinct when we name a species such as homo-sapiens the exact nature of the distinction is slippery. The debate in biology over the definition of species has been long, heated and unresolved. Some definition referring to species are attempts along the line of interbreeding populations that do not overlap with other populations. However this is a leaky definition. For example it has recently been found that modern human populations contain some Neanderthal DNA. Our 'species' interbred in the past, should we still be considered separate species?

I notice that I am confused about Identity and Resurrection

I've spent quite a bit of time trying to work out how to explain the roots of my confusion. I think, in the great LW tradition, I'll start with a story.

[Editor's note: The original story was in 16th century Mandarin, and used peculiar and esoteric terms for concepts that are just now being re-discovered. Where possible, I have translated these terms into their modern mathematical and philosophical equivalents. Such terms are denoted with curly braces, {like so}.]

Once upon a time there was a man by the name of Shen Chun-lieh, and he had a beautiful young daughter named Ah-Chen. She died.

Shen Chun-lieh was heartbroken, moreso he thought than any man who had lost a daughter, and so he struggled and scraped and misered until he had amassed a great fortune, and brought that fortune before me - for he had heard it told that I was could resurrect the dead.

I frowned when he told me his story, for many things are true after a fashion, but wisdom is in understanding the nature of that truth - and he did not bear the face of a wise man.

"Tell me about your daughter, Ah-Chen.", I commanded.

And so he told me.

I frowned, for my suspicions were confirmed.

"You wish for me to give you this back?", I asked.

He nodded and dried his tears. "More than anything in the world."

"Then come back tomorrow, and I will have for you a beautiful daughter who will do all the things you described."

His face showed a sudden flash of understanding. Perhaps, I thought, this one might see after all.

"But", he said, "will it be Ah-Chen?"

I smiled sagely. "What do you mean by that, Shen Chun-lieh?"

"I mean, you said that you would give me 'a' daughter. I wish for MY daughter."

I bowed to his small wisdom. "Indeed I did. If you wish for YOUR daughter, then you must be much, much more precise with me."

He frowned, and I saw in his face that he did not have the words.

"You are wise in the way of the Tao", he said, "surely you can find the words in my heart, so that even such as me could say them?"

I nodded. "I can. But it will take a great amount of time, and much courage from you. Shall we proceed?"

He nodded.

 

I am wise enough in the way of the Tao. The Tao whispers things that have been discovered and forgotten, and things that have yet to be discovered, and things that may never be discovered. And while Shen Chun-lieh was neither wise nor particularly courageous, his overwhelming desire to see his daughter again propelled him with an intensity seldom seen in my students. And so it was, many years later, that I judged him finally ready to discuss his daughter with me, in earnest.

"Shen", I said, "it is time to talk about your Ah-Chen."

His eyes brightened and he nodded eagerly. "Yes, Teacher."

"Do you understand why I said on that first day, that you must be much, much more precise with me?"

"Yes, Teacher. I had come to you believing that the soul was a thing that could be conjured back to the living, rather than a {computational process}."

"Even now, you are not quite correct. The soul is not a {computational process}, but a {specification of a search space} which describes any number of similar {computational processes}. For example, Shen Chun-lieh, would you still be Shen Chun-lieh if I were to cut off your left arm?"

"Of course, Teacher. My left arm does not define who I am."

"Indeed. And are you still the same Shen Chun-lieh who came to me all those years ago, begging me to give him back his daughter Ah-Chen?"

"I am, Teacher, although I understand much more now than I did then."

"That you do. But tell me - would you be the same Shen Chun-lieh if you had not come to me? If you had continued to save and to save your money, and craft more desperate and eager schemes for amassing more money, until finally you forgot the purpose of your misering altogether, and abandoned your Ah-Chen to the pursuit of gold and jade for its own sake?"

"Teacher, my love for Ah-Chen is all-consuming; such a fate could never befall me."

"Do not be so sure, my student. Remember the tale of the butterfly's wings, and the storm that sank an armada. Ever-shifting is the Tao, and so ever-shifting is our place in it."

Shen Chun-lieh understood, and in a brief moment he glimpsed his life as it could have been, as an old Miser Shen hoarding gold and jade in a great walled city. He shuddered and prostrated himself.

"Teacher, you are correct. And even such a wretch as Miser Shen, that wretch would still be me. But I thank the Buddha and the Eight Immortal Sages that I was spared that fate."

I smiled benevolently and helped him to his feet. "Then suppose that you had died and not your daughter, and one day a young woman named Ah-Chen had burst into my door, flinging gold and jade upon my table, and described the caring and wonderful father that she wished returned to her? What could she say about Shen Chun-lieh that would allow me to find his soul amongst the infinite chaos of the Nine Hells?"

"I..." He looked utterly lost.

"Tell me, Shen Chun-lieh, what is the meaning of the parable of the {Ship of Theseus}?"

"That personal identity cannot be contained within the body, for the flow of the Tao slowly strips away and the flow of the Tao slowly restores, such that no single piece of my body is the same from one year to the next; and within the Tao, even the distinction of 'sameness' is meaningless."

"And what is the relevance of the parable of the {Shroedinger's Cat} to this discussion?"

"Umm... that... let me think. I suppose, that personal identity cannot be contained within the history of choices that have been made, because for every choice that has been made, if it was truly a 'choice' at all, it was also made the other way in some other tributary of the Great Tao."

"And the parable of the tiny {Paramecium}?"

"That neither is the copy; there are two originals."

"So, Shen. Can you yet articulate the dilemma that you present to me?"

"No, Teacher. I fear that yet again, you must point it out to your humble student."

"You ask for Ah-Chen, my student. But which one? Of all the Ah-Chens that could be brought before you, which would satisfy you? Because there is no hard line, between {configurations} that you would recognize as your daughter and {configurations} which you would not. So why did my original offer, to construct you a daughter that would do all the things you described Ah-Chen as doing, not appeal to you?"

Shen looked horrified. "Because she would not BE Ah-Chen! Even if you made her respond perfectly, it would not be HER! I do not simply miss my six-year-old girl; I miss what she could have become! I regret that she never got to see the world, never got to grow up, never got to..."

"In what sense did she never do these things? She died, yes; but even a dead Ah-Chen is still an Ah-Chen. She has since experienced being worms beneath the earth, and flowers, and then bees and birds and foxes and deer and even peasants and noblemen. All these are Ah-Chen, so why is it so important that she appear before you as YOU remember her?"

"Because I miss her, and because she has no conscious awareness of those things."

"Ah, but then which conscious awareness do you wish her to have? There is no copy; all possible tributaries of the Great Tao contain an original. And each of those originals experience in their own way. You wish me to pluck out a {configuration} and present it to you, and declare "This one! This one is Ah-Chen!". But which one? Or do you leave that choice to me?"

"No, Teacher. I know better than to leave that choice to you. But... you have shown me many great wonders, in alchemy and in other works of the Tao. If her brain had been preserved, perhaps frozen as you showed me the frozen koi, I could present that to you and you could reconstruct her {configuration} from that?"

I smiled sadly. "To certain degrees of precision, yes, I could. But the question still remains - you have only narrowed down the possible {configurations}. And what makes you say that the boundary of {configurations} that are achievable from a frozen brain are correct? If I smash that brain with a hammer, melt it, and paint a portrait of Ah-Chen with it, is that not a {configuration} that is achievable from that brain?"

Shen looked disgusted. "You... how can you be so wise and yet not understand such simple things? We are talking about people! Not paintings!"

I continued to smile sadly. "Because these things are not so simple. 'People' are not things, as you said before. 'People' are {sets of configurations}; they are {specifications of search spaces}. And those boundaries are so indistinct that anything that claims to capture them is in error."

Now it was Shen's turn to look animated. "Just because the boundary cannot be drawn perfectly, does not make the boundary meaningless!"

I nodded. "You have indeed learned much. But you still have not described the purpose of your boundary-drawing. Do you wish for Ah-Chen's resurrection for yourself, so that you may feel less lonely and grieved, or do you wish it for Ah-Chen's sake, so that she may see the world anew? For these two purposes will give us very different boundaries for what is an acceptable Ah-Chen."

Shen grimaced, as war raged within his heart. "You are so wise in the Tao; stop these games and do what I mean!"

And so it was that Miser Shen came to live in the walled city of Ch'in, and hoarded gold and jade, and lost all memory and desire for his daughter Ah-Chen, until it was that the Tao swept him up into another tale.

 

So, there we are. My confusion is in two parts:

1. When I imagine resurrecting loved ones, what makes me believe that even a perfectly preserved brain state is any more 'resurrection' than an overly sophisticated wind-up toy that happens to behave in ways that fulfill my desire for that loved one's company? In a certain sense, avoiding true 'resurrection' should be PREFERABLE - since it is possible that a "wind-up toy" could be constructed that provides a superstimulus version of that loved one's company, while an actual 'resurrection' will only be as good as the real thing.

2. When I imagine being resurrected "myself", how different from this 'me' can it be and still count? How is this fundamentally different from "I will for the future to contain a being like myself", which is really just "I will for the future to contain a being like I imagine myself to be" - in which case, we're back to the superstimulus option (which is perhaps a little weird in this case, since I'm not there to receive the stimulus).

I'd really like to discuss this.

 

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"I suppose, that personal identity cannot be contained within the history of choices that have been made, because for every choice that has been made, if it was truly a 'choice' at all, it was also made the other way in some other tributary of the Great Tao."

This might sound like a nitpick and a pet peeve, but in this case I think it's important and essential: Your decisions do not split you. At least, not in the way one would naively expect.

See Thou Art Physics: To the extent one make choices at all, one does so in a deterministic manner. When one is on a knife's edge, it's natural to feel like one's decision is indeterminate until one actually makes a decision, but that doesn't mean it's not determined by one's decision process. I don't know to what degree typical decisions are deterministic. Reasons can move one to action, but one's true reasons for action are obscured by later rationalization. It may be possible to control the degree to which one's decisions depend on quantum indeterminacy. If there's a lot of indeterminacy, it might be best to think of identity as a probabilistic computation instead of a deterministic one.

One's decisions can also depend on quantum indeterminacy in the environment, some of which might be mediated by millisecond delays in one's nerve firings. I don't know very much about this. This is the kind of thing that might turn Shen into a miser. But note that Shen's environment might deterministically make Shen a miser, depending on their disposition.

There is also a chance that otherwise deterministic computations in one's head can be occasionally frustrated by freak quantum tunneling events. But this accounts for a very small amount of amplitude, and you could think of it as overriding one's decision process (like an aneurysm would), rather than part of one's personality.

This subject warrants a lot of discussion — I'm not an expert, please correct me if I said something incorrect — but I don't think it has much bearing on the question of what identity is.

"Ah, but then which conscious awareness do you wish her to have? There is no copy; all possible tributaries of the Great Tao contain an original. And each of those originals experience in their own way. You wish me to pluck out a {configuration} and present it to you, and declare "This one! This one is Ah-Chen!". But which one? Or do you leave that choice to me?"

The one where she miraculously recovered from smallpox unscathed, all those years ago.

But which one?

What do you mean? Are you yourself, right now, one person? You are not a fully constrained decision process. An infinitude of possibilities lie before you.

Why, then, do you insist that I pick out one Ah-Chen? She was, like you are, a fuzzy process. Do not limit her possibilities and strip her of her choices! I do not ask for a single point in process-space, I ask for Ah-Chen, as she was before the disease, brimming with opportunity.

Why, then, do you insist that I pick out one Ah-Chen?

I got the impression that the problem was the opposite. As you've already shown, it's easy to pick one Ah-Chen that's definitely her. The hard part is deciding if an arbitrary being is Ah-Chen. I just decided to pretend that the thought experiment was better-designed and deciding if an arbitrary being was important.

The one where she miraculously recovered from smallpox unscathed, all those years ago.

Which one of those? I also fail to see why that particular time coordinate is important.

What do you mean? Are you yourself, right now, one person? You are not a fully constrained decision process. An infinitude of possibilities lie before you. Why, then, do you insist that I pick out one Ah-Chen? She was, like you are, a fuzzy process.

I think this is the whole point of the discussion, and you seem to be dodging the hard parts. How fuzzy is acceptable? Do you suggests you want to pick the herd of all possible Ah-Chens? How would you define what all possible means? Where do you draw the line between those and someone else?

I also fail to see why that particular time coordinate is important.

Because I asked you for it? I mean, I'd also be happy with her before she contracted the disease, and any time during which she had the disease (assuming she's brought back sans smallpox), and probably everything up till about a week after she's cured of the disease (assuming she's been in a coma-state since), under reasonable assumptions. But you asked for one, and that's my strongest preference (and an easy one to describe).

How fuzzy is acceptable?

This fuzzy. [points at head] Give or take.

More specifically, the present state of the world determines many histories, but all of them are very similar (from our perch, way up here above physics). I want her within the bounds that are forced by the present.

(I suspect that the present is entangled enough such that the So8res' that hallucinated Ah-Chen are distinguishable from myself, and that in all histories forced by now, she was truly there. If this is not the case, and the variance of history is wider than expected, then you should choose the median Ah-Chen within the boundaries forced by the present.)

Do you suggests you want to pick the herd of all possible Ah-Chens?

No more than I am currently the herd of all possible So8res.

How would you define what all possible means?

Need I? I'm asking for a girl, as she was when she died, as if she had (counter-factually) recovered from smallpox. Given adequate knowledge of the world (enough to let me deduce the precise state of the universe in her vicinity when she died) and sufficient ability (to reconstruct that state of matter, sans-virus) I could construct this unambiguously (enough so for my satisfaction, again given our perch towering above physics). I don't see why the facts that "there are many processes that she could have become" or "there are many other ways she could have been before the sickness" make this unclear.

As for the fact that there is quantum fuzziness and I cannot get the "precise state" of her when she died, I am perfectly happy with anything within the boundaries forced by the present.

The argument seems to be along the lines of "there are many exact configurations that you call Ah-Chen, which one do you want?" But it's not as if you're going to build me an exact configuration. It's not like the past forces that the electron had amplitude in this fuzzy area, and you have to pick an exact place to put it.

I do not need you to pick a precise place to put each atom, when history does not constrain you to do so. Rather, when history says "the amplitude for this electron was in this fuzzy circle", I need you to build something where there's an electron with amplitude in that fuzzy circle.

If you cannot deduce the boundaries on history forced by the present, if you must rely upon me for an exact description of the way she was, then I cannot give you enough precision reconstruct her. But I heard you could bring back the dead.

I think this is the whole point of the discussion, and you seem to be dodging the hard parts. How fuzzy is acceptable? Do you suggests you want to pick the herd of all possible Ah-Chens? How would you define what all possible means? Where do you draw the line between those and someone else?

If I'm reading So8res correctly, he doesn't particularly dodge the hard part.

At a timepoint X, which is when she fell sick or some other schelling point for avoidance of fatal illness, there exists a vector matrix/machine state of all the interactions that, at that point in time within the reality observed by this Shen, together are the essence of the {computational process} that this Ah-Chen was then, along with all the possibilities and movements there.

So8res!Shen wants to copy that particular set of computational process state vectors and transplant it into a different point in spacetime, on a medium (functioning human brain within functioning human body, preferably) that is sufficiently similar to the old one to hold at least the same computational instructions that led to that Ah-Chen-state.

The copied state of interaction vectors encodes all the possibilities of then-Ah-Chen's future, yet will play out differently as per a not-exactly-identical environment and different "flows of the Tao". One of those environmental differences is, as per the request specifications, that the body housing the brain on which she is then computed is not fatally ill.

What is the purpose to making any sort of distinction between the identity of one person, and the identity of another?

On a practical level, it often seems to have something to do with people being more willing to work harder for the benefit of people they identify as 'themselves' than they would work for 'other people', such as being willing to do things that are unpleasant now so their 'future selves' will enjoy less unpleasantness.

Out of the various people in the future who might or might not fall under the category of 'yourself', for which of them would you be willing to avoid eating a marshmallow now, so that those people could enjoy /two/ marshmallows?

I think that is the right question and plunge ahead giving a specific answer, basically that "the self" is an instinct, not a thing.

The self is the verbal behaviour that results from certain instincts necessary to the functioning of a cognitive architecture with intelligence layered on top of a short term reward system. We can notice how slightly different instincts give rise to slightly different senses of self and we can ask engineers' questions about which instincts, and hence which sense-of-self, give the better functioning cognitive architecture. But these are questions of better or worse, not true or false.

But I express myself too tersely. I long for spell of good health, so that I can expand the point to an easy-read length.

On a practical level, it often seems to have something to do with people being more willing to work harder for the benefit of people they identify as 'themselves' than they would work for 'other people', such as being willing to do things that are unpleasant now so their 'future selves' will enjoy less unpleasantness.

Out of the various people in the future who might or might not fall under the category of 'yourself', for which of them would you be willing to avoid eating a marshmallow now, so that those people could enjoy /two/ marshmallows?

It seems like abstracting that a bit could lead to a memetic equivalent to kin selection. I am intrigued, and will meditate on this further.

I think I'd just eat an ordinary marshmallow now, but (for myself or someone else) make the effort to get two marshmallows if it was something like the artisanal marshmallow with a delicate maple sugar crust (carmellized maple syrup?) that I had recently.

And that's one of the ways you can tell whether it's me or not.

What is the purpose to making any sort of distinction between the identity of one person, and the identity of another?

Here is what Parfit had to say:

My life seemed like a glass tunnel, through which I was moving faster every year, and at the end of which there was darkness... [However] When I changed my view, the walls of my glass tunnel disappeared. I now live in the open air. There is still a difference between my life and the lives of other people. But the difference is less. Other people are closer. I am less concerned about the rest of my own life, and more concerned about the lives of others.

This appeals to me, however like you mentioned, on a practical level there might be a desire make distinctions. Your example of forgoing a marshmallow now, so that those like you can have two, is a good example that.

When I imagine resurrecting loved ones, what makes me believe that even a perfectly preserved brain state is any more 'resurrection' than an overly sophisticated wind-up toy that happens to behave in ways that fulfill my desire for that loved one's company?

Nothing. It's just a question of definition, and social consensus hasn't set one yet. My answer is that, if the past version of said loved one would have considered this being as themselves, then I too can consider this being as them (at least in part).

When I imagine being resurrected "myself", how different from this 'me' can it be and still count?

Again, that's up to you - this is a question of what you desire, not of what reality is like. My quick answer is that the resurrected being must have all all the first order desires and values of my current self, as well as retention of key knowledge and memories, for me to consider it "myself". Any changes in desires and values must be changes which could potentially be brought about in my current self strictly via non-neurologically damaging experiences, for it to still be "me" (and I'd hesitate to define these mutable sorts of desires and values as "first order"). Additionally, the cognitive style must either be roughly similar to my current cognitive style, or superior to it, but not inferior in any major metric.

So basically, I define myself by my preferences ("utility function"? emotions?), my experiences("priors"?, memory, knowledge, acquired skill?), and my mental abilities ("rationality"?, innate talents, cognitive style?). I think "personality" is probably contained in those three...

"Umm... that... let me think. I suppose, that personal identity cannot be contained within the history of choices that have been made, because for every choice that has been made, if it was truly a 'choice' at all, it was also made the other way in some other tributary of the Great Tao."

I don't like that part at all. As far as I understand those things, just now almost all of your measure/amplitude/whatever went into the version of you that didn't spontaneously stand up and jump out of the window and the difference between that and what would happen in a completely deterministic universe (in which you also wouldn't have jumped) doesn't seem very important.

In fact, I think that the less determined your actions are, the less they are 'choices'. Not jumping out of the window because a quantum coin came up heads may be more 'free' in some sense but if its independent from your past mental states then it's not really something 'you' do.

You say this is adapted from a 16th century story.

I find this story strange and unusual, for that age, but you have adjusted it to fit Lesswrong. Is there a more direct translation available?

Sorry, this part:

[Editor's note: The original story was in 16th century Mandarin, and used peculiar and esoteric terms for concepts that are just now being re-discovered. Where possible, I have translated these terms into their modern mathematical and philosophical equivalents. Such terms are denoted with curly braces, {like so}.]

was Watsonian in nature. The Doylist equivalent would have been to say "This is a story set in 16th century China, but pretend that the speaker is a wise Daoist sage who has independently come up with everything we talk about here on LW, and uses the same terms for them that we do."

From this moment, all my lies will be Watsonian in nature ;)

If you want your resurrected self to be "you," then it's up to you to decide if your values are satisfied. A soul is something you made up. You are not barely aware of something simple and fundamental. The heuristic you use is not an approximation for something nicer. It's just what it is. If you value having simple and elegant values, there's not much you can do besides abandoning that one altogether.

If you just want to know what you would consider your resurrected self, because you have never been in that situation so you're not sure what you'd think, I'd say most of it is about memory. If someone with a completely different personality inherits your memory, I think they'd probably think of themselves as "you". Similarly, if your memory was replaced with someone else's, you'd start thinking of yourself as them. You would have a different personality, but you'd likely think of it as having changed, not being someone else altogether. That's just my guess, though.

If you want to resurrect a loved one, you should probably restrict them to also having a similar personality.

Thank you for the story. It succinctly describes my stance on identity, and similarly describes my frustration with people who do not understand the lessons in the story.

1) Who cares if it's a wind-up toy or not, if it provides indistinguishable outputs for a given set of inputs? Does it really matter if the result of a mathematical calculation is computed on an abacus, a handheld calculator, in neural wetware, or on a supercomputer?

2) Where you draw the line is up to you. If you have a stroke and lose a big chunk of your brain, are you still you? If you're reduced to an unthinking blob due to massive brain damage, is that still you? It's up to you to decide where you draw the line, so long as you recognize that you're putting it in an arbitrary place determined by you, and that other people may decide to put it elsewhere.

A good set of thought experiments that helped me work through this is to imagine that you have a magical box you can step into that will create a perfect copy of you. Said box will also magically destroy copies that enter it and press the 'destruct' button.

  • What mindset would you need to have to be able to properly use the box?

  • Under what circumstances would be able to create a copy, then enter the box and press the destruct button yourself?

Where you draw the line is up to you. If you have a stroke and lose a big chunk of your brain, are you still you? If you're reduced to an unthinking blob due to massive brain damage, is that still you?

Personally, I have trouble accepting that I'm still the same "me" that went to bed last night, when I wake up in the morning.

I suspect you act quite differently towards your future self compared to other people who will wake up tomorrow morning.

...a magical box you can step into that will create a perfect copy of you. Said box will also magically destroy copies that enter it and press the 'destruct' button.

This thought always gets me thinking. When I come across variations of the above thought experiment it makes me wonder if a magical box is even necessary. Are copies of me being destroyed as I type? Haven't I died an infinite number of deaths from the time I started typing till now? Couldn't me hitting the return key at the end of this sentence be sufficient to replicate the copy/kill box a la MWI?

I am having a hard time distinguishing what MWI says about my death at branch points, and simultaneously copy/kill yourself in a copy machine.

Was that also your point or am I mistaken?

"You have indeed learned much. But you still have not described the purpose of your boundary-drawing. Do you wish for Ah-Chen's resurrection for yourself, so that you may feel less lonely and grieved, or do you wish it for Ah-Chen's sake, so that she may see the world anew? For these two purposes will give us very different boundaries for what is an acceptable Ah-Chen."

Poor Shen Chun-lieh should have just said he wanted the {CEV} of Ah-Chen + Shen-Chun-lieh.

I don't think anything less than CEV or equivalent will actually pinpoint individual identity sufficiently well that we will have no complaints about resurrecting people from the best information available. If I had to manually pinpoint my own identity I would accidentally carve off entire swaths that I don't even know I have and distort the other parts. The physical description of my body at the planck scale is too limited; I would never change. Au-Chen brought back from the dead perfectly would be a little girl dying of smallpox; curing the smallpox would destroy her planck-scale identity. I don't know what level of accuracy is sufficient. I can only assume that it's somewhere between planck scale (or even atomic scale) accuracy and the mess that is ~80 years of gene-driven growth and change of a human body.

Au-Chen brought back from the dead perfectly would be a little girl dying of smallpox; curing the smallpox would destroy her planck-scale identity.

You have captured the essence of the problem, here.

I think war raged within Shen's heart right at a key point of this.

I think to resolve resurrection, you may first have to resolve mind control. Because in cases like this, the person who is doing the resurrection is given mind control powers over the person who is dead. As a good example of this, I think I can regenerate most of the dilemma without any physical death at all:

Example: Assume that you and a loved one are the only people who can stop a terrible apocalypse. There is a mad scientist in the next room, the final obstacle to saving everyone. He has a ray gun that makes people simpletons.

Thankfully, there are two of you, and one of him. You've been planning strategies, and after discarding several that are distinctly suboptimal, here is your best bet:

1: You and your loved one enter the room, both begin aiming at the scientist. 2: The mad scientist fires his quicker simpleton gun, hitting one of you. The other one shoots the scientist, stopping him, and then stops the apocalypse. 3: However, the unhit person is left with the duty of reestablishing their loved one's thought processes from a simpleton.

In this case, physical death doesn't even seem to enter into it, and you still seem to have to resolve that feels to me like an incredibly similar set of conundrums, most of it focused on "Someone needs to rebuild someone else's utility function, metautility function, etc... and you may be either of the two people in this scenario."

Does that sound reasonable?

Excellent job on this post! It is very well written with some awesome & very memorable passages. (And it's going to make me think about the nature of identity way too much over next few days... :)

I watched a couple lectures from this course. It really helped me approach the issue of identity (and death) from a new perspective. Specifically, I think memories are the defining characteristic of identity.

From my recall, Kagan gave the example of someone who lived forever, but whose memory was fully erased every X years. Who would they be at any given moment? It seems to me, in that case, they would lose identity each time their memories were fully erased. You'd have a completely new person after each "reboot". Even if personality and every other aspect of identity were perfectly preserved, memories are the key in my view. (It seems really obvious to me now [and maybe it is really obvious to most people], but I remember it shifting my understanding pretty significantly at the time I first encountered the idea.)

From my recall, Kagan gave the example of someone who lived forever, but whose memory was fully erased every X years. Who would they be at any given moment? It seems to me, in that case, they would lose identity each time their memories were fully erased. You'd have a completely new person after each "reboot".

What if, instead of perfect erasure, those memories were simply altered slightly, every time they recalled them - thus creating an ever-shifting continuum of identities, each subtly different from the last? When is someone a completely new person, then?

I've got nothing to contribute, other than that this story really helped resolve some personal crises on identity. This part especially:

"Even now, you are not quite correct. The soul is not a {computational process}, but a {specification of a search space} which describes any number of similar {computational processes}. For example, Shen Chun-lieh, would you still be Shen Chun-lieh if I were to cut off your left arm?"

Thank you for writing this.

I may be kidding myself, but I think of my identity as being at least as much tied up in something about how my experience usually feels as it's tied up with my memory.

I do care a lot about my knowledge of golden age sf, and was upset when I lost access to it after trying welbutrin briefly. (I don't know how often this sort of thing happens, but it damaged my access to long term memory for months. It was bad for my short term memory, too.) However, I think I'd still be me in some important sense if I cared about something else the way I care about sf, and wouldn't be me if I cared about sf in some other way. This is getting hard to define, because when I think about, I'm not sure about other ways of caring about sf. There are other people with much better memories of the details, and I wouldn't mind having that. I'm pretty sure I'd still be me if I could put a lot of work into trying to figure out who Severian's parents are. (Gene Wolfe, Book of the New Sun). I'm not sure I'd be me if I developed a huge preference for science fiction vs. fantasy or vice versa.

Here's one: a major thing I want from sf is the feeling of spending some time in a world which is different from and more interesting than this world. I can enjoy nitpicking the world-building, but it's not a primary pleasure.

A while ago, I tried D-phenylalanine, and I dropped it because I didn't feel like me. Sorry, too long ago to remember details.

I have a sense of rightness which drives the way I do calligraphy. I wouldn't want to lose that, but having a sense of rightness is an important part of how I approach creativity and I'd want to have something else it applied to. I'm not sure everyone else does it that way.

It's not that memory or physical continuity are nothing to me, but I can tell I'm me because I feel like me. If I became someone who found their identity in their memories, I'd be someone else. And if you resurrected someone who looked like me and did calligraphy like me, but who found their identity in their memory, you've gotten it wrong, at least by my standards. Not that the pseudo-me would necessarily care, and I'm not sure about whether you're obligated to care.

Possibly one of the ways you can tell I'm me is that I'm not taking a crack at the possibly harder question of what you'd want from resurrecting someone else.

Both questions seem to boil down to the hard question of continuity-of-consciousness. When I say I want someone resurrected, I mean that I want the do-what-I-mean equivalent of pressing "play" on a paused movie: someone resuming their life as if they had never left it.

Can you provide some examples of what "resuming their life as if they had never left it" looks like?

Right now, the image in my mind is (e.g.) I wake up in the morning, make lunch plans with my husband, start working on the presentation for my client, die, am resurrected ten years later, finish the presentation for that client, and have lunch with my husband... is that what you have in mind as well?

That would be ideal. In practice, I would settle for "die, am resurrected ten years later, suffer a week's worth of culture shock, am re-hired (or, if we're past the Singularity, go do something interesting), have lunch with my cooperating husband", etc.

Fair enough; thanks for clarifying.

For my own part, I think the "ideal" version would terrify me, but the settle-for version I could tolerate.

Excellent post.

I have pondered the same sort of questions. Here is an excerpt from my 2009 book.

My father is 88 years old and a devout Christian. Before he became afflicted with Alzheimer’s he expected to have an afterlife where he would be reunited with his deceased daughter and other departed loved ones. He doesn’t talk of this now and would not be able to comprehend the question if asked. He is now almost totally unaware of who he is or what his life was. I sometimes tell him the story of his life, details of what he did in his working life, stories of his friends, the adventures he undertook. Sometimes these accounts stir distant memories. I have recently come to understand that there is more of ‘him’ alive in me then there is in him. When he dies and were he to enter the afterlife in his present state and be reunited with my sister he would not recognize or remember her. Would he be restored to some state earlier in his life? Would he be the same person at all?

I originally wrote this to illustrate problems with the religious idea of resurrection. I now believe that this problem of identity is common to all complex evolving systems including 'ourselves'. For example species evolve over their lifetime and although we intuitively know that we are identifying something distinct when we name a species such as homo-sapiens the exact nature of the distinction is slippery. The debate in biology over the definition of species has been long, heated and unresolved. Some definition referring to species are attempts along the line of interbreeding populations that do not overlap with other populations. However this is a leaky definition. For example it has recently been found that modern human populations contain some Neanderthal DNA. Our 'species' interbred in the past, should we still be considered separate species?

I sometimes tell him the story of his life, details of what he did in his working life, stories of his friends, the adventures he undertook.

That seems like a good thing for people to do for themselves. Make a bunch of videos recounting your life. Useful if the mind falters, and useful even if it doesn't falter so much. Our recollections no doubt wander over time. Even without any claim about which recollection is more/less accurate, they're all useful data. At least to someone looking to reminisce.

A rather large fraction of my discussions happen via IRC; I log every bit of it, and carefully back the logs up.

Occasionally, I go back and read some random fraction of the logs. It is usually a valuable experience. I am doing so right now, albeit without IRC.

"Is it really Ah-Chen?" is a question of value, which is up to Shen Chun-lieh in the first place.

That he, or we, have value algorithms that get confused and contradictory in situations that humans have never faced is hardly surprising .

Values are choices. Identity masquerades as a fact, but it is fundamentally about value, and therefore choice as well.

"Is it really Ah-Chen?" is a question of value, which is up to Shen Chun-lieh in the first place.

That he, or we, have value algorithms that get confused and contradictory in situations that humans have never faced is hardly surprising .

Values are choices. Identity masquerades as a fact, but it is fundamentally about value, and therefore choice as well.

This is brilliantly succinct, and I am stealing this explanation. Thank you for articulating it.