Are you sure you understand the difference between physicalism, which this thread is about, and utilitarianism, which this thread is not about?
Argument ad populum.
Then you and I differ in the importance we attach to Ockham’s principle of parsimony.
If you use words in ways I simply do not accept, like God = existence, universe, consciousness or whatever, there is little more I can do than tell you so and leave it at that. I care little what you think of my (largely standard) dictionary, so I’m puzzled as to why you get so irritated when others don’t think much of your highly personal one. Tomato, tomahto and all that.
Then go ahead and keep using your peculiar language of mswas-ese, but don’t be surprised if people keep telling you time and again that it is the very thing which inhibits effective communication.
The unique set of memories is encoded in the neural structure, itself housed in the human body. I assume that by “imprint upon time-space” you mean some effect that a person has after their arrangement disintegrates (death), such as memories of that person in other people’s neural structures, or a posthumously published book.
No, anymore than the footprint is the shoe. Those unique memories themselves are no longer accessible. The only accessible memories are of the housing those memories resided in. When I die, nobody will access my memories, only memories of my housing (whose actions were caused by those memories together with sensory inputs, innate cognitive modules, and perhaps some random element).
The self changes continually: new memories are stored and others become lost. Insofar as caterpillars possess neural memory in order to have a ‘self’, the same would presumably apply (though on a far simpler level). Of course, what I think you’re really asking is how we justify calling one thing a caterpillar and another thing a pupa, or a butterfly. And the answer is: because that is what human language is - a means to arbitrate or distinguish entities.
If they had no interaction with them at all, I couldn’t determine anything about them - that is what science is about.
When attached, the memory-apparatus permanently receives signals from it (flat “monitoring” signals, usually), and thus can be said to be “part of me”. When removed, no signals are sent and it isn’t. So what?
Actually, the brain has sensory apparatus within it (ever had a headache?), and the processing in the retina leads most neuroanatomists to consider the retina to be part of the brain. So the brain might well be useless without sensory apparatus, but luckily it has plenty such apparatus built in. You heart/lungs point is a non sequitur: I wouldn’t survive in a vacuum, but Earth’s atmosphere is not part of me, either. The heart and lungs are part of me if, yet again, they are in permanent communication with the brain.
But it isn’t. Whenever I lie down, jump or board any vehicle I break my connection. In any case, lumping all sensory input together as “the Earth” does not change the fact that it is still sensory input.
I repeat: Like, whatever.
And I just feel that your questions and critiques have absolutely no substance and are mere picayune wordplay. Seriously, I know the weak points in my own argument and I’d be overjoyed if you were to find them and debate them. But you’re not even close, instead preferring to continually berate me for not accepting your bungee-jump stretches of perfectly plain language.
And fora like these are where the battle joins. You try to spread your meme, I try to spread mine, and the winner is the meme which transfers to the most new hosts, ie. whoever is most convincing.
mswas, I strongly suggest you read some books on cognitive science and philosophy of the mind and come back when we can have a far more worthwhile conversation. “Consciousness explained” (Dennett) and “How the Mind Works” (Pinker) to start, then a must-read for you is “The Mind Does Not Work Like That” (Fodor), specifically abduction and modularity. I keep telling you that my position has all kinds of interesting gaps, but instead you prefer to continually bash your head against its strongest bulwarks. I would genuinely be happy for you to find those gaps and have me on the ropes. This is just so boring.