The configuration isn’t the same when you wake up. It’s similar, but how do you know how similar it has to be?
Again, there’s nothing prevent a given configuration from ever occuring again, so you can’t tell if someone dies. Also, the configuration I had when I was little no longer exists. Wouldn’t that mean that as I live, each earlier instance of me is slowly dying?
When the butterfly emerges, is the caterpillar dead? I don’t think so. Life still exists, and though its form changes, there is continuity from one moment to the next. The same is true for intelligence. To say otherwise is to stretch the meaning of “death” beyond relevance.
The configuration isn’t the same when you wake up. It’s similar, but how do you know how similar it has to be?
Again, there’s nothing prevent a given configuration from ever occuring again, so you can’t tell if someone dies. Also, the configuration I had when I was little no longer exists. Wouldn’t that mean that as I live, each earlier instance of me is slowly dying?
When the butterfly emerges, is the caterpillar dead? I don’t think so. Life still exists, and though its form changes, there is continuity from one moment to the next. The same is true for intelligence. To say otherwise is to stretch the meaning of “death” beyond relevance.