Memories–familiar as they should be, comforting as they can be at times–tend to be rendered anew in every recollection.
The message is, lest you in hurry, lazy begets easy; computation-wise.
Thinking that it’s good to have assistants, since I don’t have in-house kids, to run errands like ‘go get me my cigarettes; they are on the table’, I got two: Thing 1 and Location A. It worked-out fine for a while until I started noticing that I have been uttering statements such as: ‘I said, pepsi on top of the counter, not pills in the cabinet.’ Both of them seemed to be equally capable of irritating me. Having had enough I sat down to catalogue their misdemeanors. These assistants of mine, I found to my — (yet to figure how and what to feel), are lazier than me. Concluding that I’m being superfluous when I command ‘get me the cigarettes on the table,’ especially when it is all too obvious that the cigarettes, not unlike any good old classical entity, can’t be both on the table and in the fridge at the same instant (i.e. entities are localized), Thing 1 decided to register the thing part, and Location A the location part. As a result of this discarding of valuable information that I endowed them albeit in the form of a chore, mistakes happen albeit in a systematic fashion. When asked for thing 13 at location x, Thing 1 might mistakenly get me a nearby thing 12 (say, from location b), while Location A might mistakenly get me (say, thing 2) from a nearby location y.
Let’s call Location A location-addressed memory, which is how computers used to get things that you asked for, and call Thing 1 content-addressed memory, which is how Google, I’m told, gets the info you google.
One of the troubling questions that I have to confront when I get a chance is ‘how can you have things without being here, or there, or somewhere?’ How can there be people without address?
It’s like 2 is [in] between 1 and 3; every entity is its coordinate[s]. If this were the case, then recollection ought to remind me of the Newton’s method (Conceptual Mathematics, page 376): of apples falling from trees–down the gradient. It all goes back to making a trail while trekking a trail. And then there is form-addressed memory about which I completely forgot.
(Sorry to sound reluctant [to ramble]; I think my brain is going into hibernation or I need a new prescription