theseus (ship)

Q: I have a philosophy question that could actually be answered in cosmere:

Ship of Theseus in cosmere. If I went and replaced every part of the ship, would it still - Cognitively - be the same thing?

What if I replaced everything and made a second ship out of the parts from the first one? What could somebody watching all of that from Shadesmar tell me?

A: You’re right, part of the design of the cosmere (which has some deep roots in classical philosophy) was an attempt to answer the Ship of Theseus question.

In the cosmere, part of the Cognitive–and even spiritual–aspect of a thing (particularly if it isn’t sentient) is delineated by the way that thinking beings define it. Per the old joke about the axe, if you replace your axe head and think of the new axe as “Your Axe,” then the cognitive and spiritual aspects of that thing will grow to reflect that.

If you replaced every part of your ship, and gave the sailors time to sail it, thinking of it as the same ship–it would become the same ship.

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Wikipedia: Ship of Theseus

Ship of Theseus


The ship of Theseus, also known as Theseus’s paradox, is a thought experiment that raises the question of whether an object that has had all of its components replaced remains fundamentally the same object.

Replayed Black Flag last month so I found many things related to Rogue. In history HMS Pembroke was built 1752-1757, but isn’t it amazing if she once belonged to Edward’s fleet.

Grew tired of drawing Shay’s Templar outfit, so I decided to draw him (and other characters) in other suits in this and future comics XDD

Things that make me weak in my knees:

- Percival and Theseus. Not just pen pals, not just formidable coworkers exchanging letters from one shore of Atlantic to the other, but friends, in the highest sense of the word - friends forged in War and trenches and rain and blood dripping down necks slick with sweat. The kind of friends you can not see for nine years and when you do it’s like not a day has passed, the kind of friends who hugs you when you’re chocking on homesickness and shushes you like a mother would, and yes, the kind you sometimes slips in a cot with to hold on through the freezing France nights and press closer and closer until it’s just skin and dust-tasting lips and his hands searching yours as he pushes down, young hearts hammering like exploding grenades because I don’t wanna die I don’t wanna die I don’t wanna i won’t let you die.

- Percival looking all classy and polished, when they’re still off the front and spending evenings bragging around French clubs in their brand-new suits - imagine a younger Graves, still unrefined around the edges, raven-black hair, a lock perpetually falling on his eye, the uniform in pristine order and a modest elegance you just can’t fake - while Theseus is all laughs and curses and songs and perpetually in disarray, from the mop of auburn hair to the collar he never learnt to make. They’re a study in contrast, the Yankee dandy and the Brit oaf. Appearances can be tricky, though. Because actually it’s Theseus the more straight-forward, the brash, combat-minded Gryffindor, made to make plans on a chart and guide man and get into fights and get into beds; and Percival is the pensive Horned Serpent, quiet and observing and still feeling too old for his body, curling up on his cot at the training camp with his pile of books. There’s a lot of books around Percival Graves - Theseus learns it the hard way, finding his bed surrounded with neat stacks of volumes and having to resort to phisically beg him to sneak out and do something, anything Percival - and Magical Criminology of Goblin Organizations, really? Is this even a real subject? 

But the world is enamoured with the dandy and the oaf, and oh, how they like to encourage it. Percival purposefully making his movements languid when lifting his glass of brandy at the bar, putting on cufflinks carved in jade and painting cat-like smiles on his face; Theseus exaggerating his clumsy stumbling and hiding the fierce intelligence of his green-grey eyes behind his bushy beard. 

If only they know their New York dandy is the fusspot mother lamenting I don’t fold my socks the right way.

Would you shut the fuck up, Scamander.

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“Remember when you thought this wasn’t about love?”

Book: S. by J. J. Abrams and Doug Dorst

Synopsis: A young woman picks up a book left behind by a stranger. Inside it are his margin notes, which reveal a reader entranced by the story and by its mysterious author. She responds with notes of her own, leaving the book for the stranger, and so begins an unlikely conversation that plunges them both into the unknown. (Read more)

Theseus Scamander would never say he’s a fan of endless, painstakingly precise folders of intelligence info - but this, this is ridiculous.

Theseus is no fan of grand, bragging style either, but he’s not stupid. He knows the Ministry values him. He knows it values his intelligence, his leadership, or that at the very least his exquisitely Scamander sheninegans amuse all the cheery grandas of the council. Anyway, he’s come to expect some power. Some trust

Some information, say, on the bloody mission he’s just been put in charge of.

Well, today Theseus Scamander has been sorely disappointed. Because his General, waiting for Theseus’ ship to leave for the France battlefields, merely patted his shoulder with fatherly affection, dumped a journal paper scribbled with a couple of pages in his hands, and told him, “Protect the Seer, my boy. I can’t tell you more. They’ll fill you in once at the camp.”

Theseus scrunched his eyebrows together. Politely. “The Seer, sir?”

“The psychic soldier, the one-who-sees-behind, the Dancer of the Worlds. The Seer, lad.”

And, that, was, it. Find the Seer. Protect them. They’ll fill you in once there. Probably the most important mission of his career, of the whole darn War, and Theseus could easily tuck the complete file of it in a two-inch square of paper crunched in his fist.

Merlin’s beard, Hogwarts application forms were longer. Way longer.

Theseus sighs, leaning his head against the ship smokestack buzzing with power at his back. The air is bright and crisp, thick with salt - Brittany sea stretching and curling with foam in front of him. It’s still a good day: no war yet, no screaming, no friends bleeding and sobbing and dying.

I don’t even know who this “them” is.

But it’s still a good day.

In a world thriving on shadowy matters and elusive things such as the Wizarding World, the Seers are among the most shadowy, and the most elusive. Less than a thousand of experts declare to have knowledge of reports of historical Seers. A scarce five hundred adfirm to have come into contact with one of them. A good portion of the International magical community doesn’t even believe in their existence. Seers - who are not Diviners, not Readers, not prophets, but something in between. Seers, who’s been known with many names, and served many gods, and walked the treacherous line between the ones who live in magic and the ones who have forgotten it. Seers, who are said to be able to remember things that are yet to come, who can see a map through the eyes of every man and woman on it, who are said to have changed the fate of battles, empires, wars.

Which is exactly what the Allied forces are planning to do in this war. But Seers have, fatally, a story of getting painfully murdered too. There’s a reason history knows no more than an handful of them - and it does not involve dying of old age. Seers have been hunted for centuries - sought, chained, slaughtered or chained. If their enemies find them, it’s a mess. if their enemies get them, it’s over. 

Theseus studied most of this in school, gave a quiet “fuck” at the thought of being a Seer’s best friend, and promptly forgot it. Now, he simply thinks he’ll never ever envy the poor chap he’s being shipped out to protect.

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The Paradox of Theseus (also known as the Ship of Theseus) is a thought experiment that poses the question; “if all the parts of an object are replaced, is it still the same object?” In the Ship of Theseus, if all the planks were eventually replaced, is it still the same ship?

In Kado: The Right Answer, the people aboard the plane were absorbed into the cube almost instantly, but according to Yaha-kui zaShunina, it would take nearly a month to “process” them all and release them.

What if the people onboard the plane really were killed when Kado dropped, and everyone inside the cube is a reconstruction with the memories of those who died implanted within them?

“It is a matter of one’s identity”

“There is no meaning to the paradox of Theseus”

It really makes you think.

Inktober DAY 11: Ship

I went on wikipedia’s disambiguation page for “ship” because I was FRESH out of ideas and I learned about The Ship Of Theseus paradox which is like… if a thing has all of its material parts replaced by new parts…. is it still the same thing?????

My fav physiology prof said something like this too… like ur cells keep gettin replaced so the “you” of your childhood isn’t made up of the same atoms and cells as the person you are now… idk his lectures were so hype

Anyway so here’s Nani (Lady Robot Eyes is now NANI! name creds to ichooseyoufrodo :D) workin late nights in the lab replacing her bones with steel cords and her nerves with electric wires because ENGINEERING ARTIFICIAL ORGANS


Just One Word Book Photo Challenge ○ day 14 ● “S”

This one was too perfect, I could not resist. I am completely mesmerised by this book - there’s so much to discover, it’s brilliantly written and beautifully designed!

  • I refuse to believe that the kind of Indie films we do here has no audience. For every kind of film i’m sure there is an audience, it’s a matter of tapping them right. Half the time there’s not even level playing if people don’t even know where these films are being shown or there is no ads, hoarding, no information about it where do they go and see it? I think in India the commerce and economics interferes so much with art that it kind of just takes over. So, even an independent filmmaker who’s kind of struggling and wanting to tell his/her own story gets bogged down and starts compromising almost right from the beginning. I mean countries which makes far few films like even say Romania, Taiwan, Iran, Egypt just small films, they’re making more beautiful, more honest films about their times and their people. And we feel that we make thousand films how is it possible we don’t get gems they should be coming out more often than we actually get. I think the government can play a very important role in not only making new content but whatever good quality content exists and how to bring it together then give it a larger exposure. - Nandita Das
  • A successful independent film movement isn’t just important, it’s necessary. As a vanguard movement, indie films can break new ground and push the boundaries of cinema as an art form, something that commercial cinema usually cannot do.- Shyam Benegal (Padma Bhushan and Padma Shri Awardee)
  • As we celebrate the 100 yr of Indian Cinema, we should realize that our films are nowhere on the world map. We need to make indie films that reflect our culture in a more accurate manner. The world needs to know that Indian cinema is about more than just a Son of Sardaar or Dabangg.- Resul Pookutty (Oscar winning sound designer)
  • We’re constantly told that there’s no audience for indie cinema but from what I’ve experienced and learnt from my interactions with other filmmakers in the indie space, is that the biggest problem is that of exhibition. There are big films releasing, so you don’t even get theatre space for films that are made minus the studio system. You’re competing with 150-crore films, 200-crore films - indie films don’t have that kind of publicity budget. A film like Rituparno Ghosh’s Chitrangada, which is a beautiful film, nobody else in the country gets to see it, because we don’t have a distribution system where we can show these movies with English subtitles everywhere. And we’re talking about going cross-over to Europe? If we don’t watch each other’s films, how will it happen?- Onir (National Award Winner)
  • India, I’m afraid, has many film lovers but few connoisseurs of cinema. So, when they find a favourite film they go all out to celebrate it and fail to distinguish between the film and its cinematic content. As a result, we lose the proper perspective and the context- Rituparno Ghosh (12 times National Award winner)

Stratford book haul (top to bottom):

1. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall & Agnes Grey, Anne Bront
2. Reuben Sachs, Amy Levy.
3. Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Arden gift edition).
4. The Penguin Book of First World War Poetry.
5. The White Devil (RSC Prompt Book), John Webster.
6. The Witch of Edmonton (RSC Prompt Book), William Rowley, Thomas Dekker, and John Ford.
7. Collected Poems, Robert Graves.
8. S., Doug Dorst and J.J. Abrams.


This Week is Full of Spiders, day 3: favorite scene
My favorite scene of the book was a toss up between the shed twist and the prologue, but obviously I ended up going with the prologue because it is the very first impression that you get from the book and I think that it successfully sets up the feel of the book.

Also the ship of Theseus paradox is really interesting and it is one of my personal favorites.