Actually, my aesthetics seem to be based as much on very powerful and possibly baseless intuitions of “completeness” as they do about beauty.
Omega offers to create a dead universe containing a printout of all possible chess games, and a printout of all possible chess games minus n randomly selected ones; my absurdly strong preference for the former is unaffected by his stipulation that no agent will ever interact with said universe and that I myself will immediately forget the conversation. And I don’t even like chess.
Actually, my aesthetics seem to be based as much on very powerful and possibly baseless intuitions of “completeness” as they do about beauty.
Omega offers to create a dead universe containing a printout of all possible chess games, and a printout of all possible chess games minus n randomly selected ones; my absurdly strong preference for the former is unaffected by his stipulation that no agent will ever interact with said universe and that I myself will immediately forget the conversation. And I don’t even like chess.