I’m sorry, Mr. Searle, but you are nothing more than a Chinese room. You simply cannot see all the books. 

Find the hexagonal library at the end of the garden of forking paths; see the Argentine at the door. When you arrive, plant a jot of dust and watch the multiverse grow. Step inside and find the tower of infinite monkeys. After climbing each ladder, throw it away. On the floor where you stop, a crimson scroll will be written, the first half by a monkey called Darwin, the second half taped together from the shredder. You will eat roast lamb and break the seal. 

The message will begin, ‘You split that atom this second, young man, and share it with your little sister!’ And though to this day I have no memory of the rest, I know it ended, ‘It is a truth universally acknowledged,... but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.’
Now take the blue pill and wake up in your bed with amnesia. Repeat process. Mix to a stiff peak. 

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end 

for Turing

Published in "Selection" 2018