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Functionally equivalent conscious and unconscious systems.
(A) A strongly integrated system gives rise to a complex in every network state. In the depicted state (yellow: 1, white: 0), elements form a complex with ΦMax = 0.76 and 17 concepts. (B) Given many more elements and connections, it is possible to construct a feed-forward network implementing the same input-output function as the strongly integrated system in (A) for a certain number of time steps (here at least 4). This is done by unfolding the elements over time, keeping the memory of their past state in a feed-forward chain. The transition from the first layer to the second hidden layer in the feed-forward system is assumed to be faster than in the integrated system () to compensate for the additional layers (). Despite the functional equivalence, the feed-forward system is unconscious, a “zombie” without phenomenological experience, since its elements do not form a complex.

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یه تغییر حسابی بدم بهش.
الانم بد نیستا. ولی وقتی راضی هستی تقریبا
باید به فکر این باشی که بری پله بعدی.

احساس می‌کنم باید رویه زندگیم رو عوض کنم.

Brian Reitzell – Hannibal Season 1 Volume 1 (Original Television Soundtrack)

بگو زندگیت یک جوکه، بدون اینکه بگی زندگیت یک جوکه:
- دوازده‌سال توی نظام گند گرفته‌ی آموزش‌وپرورش ایران درس خوندم و برای اینکه بتونم ازش نجات پیدا کنم برای امتحان فردا دارم فصل سلامت‌روان کتاب تالیف شده به دستشون رو می‌خونم.

Piano Sonatas No. 14 in C sharp minor, Emil Gilels.Full album.

The evil it spread like a fever ahead
It was night when you died, my firefly
What could I have said to raise you from the dead?
Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?
Well you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die
Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head
Was it all a disguise, like Junior High
Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction
Now, where am I?
My fading supply
Did you get enough love, my little dove
Why do you cry?
And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best
Though it never felt right
My little Versailles
The hospital asked should the body be cast
Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky
Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth
Do you find it all right, my dragonfly?
Shall we look at the moon, my little loon
Why do you cry?
Make the most of your life, while it is rife
While it is light
Well you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die