Recently my godfather died.
I lived with him for 1 year and went to the school he taught at.
Also travelled from the UK to Hungary with him by car at 17 and 18 for a couple weeks.
It was a great life experience!
When he died I felt a deep emotional loss I had never felt before (and getting older now :D).
I had never lost anyone close before.
It’s like I re-analysed every situation, refired every neuron, to keep it there, to not loose that important part of my life.
Every one would never come again… Consciously I knew this but sub-consciously those memories had been left untouched.
To re-analyse them and mark them to be ‘archived’ was painful.
They were perfectly preserved and now I had to re-write them to a new folder, like re-reading n AI generated message and receiving a 98% response back
It was lossy!
However, if not re-analysed, I might loose them forever in the mist of time. If I didn’t do the copy, reprocess, get perspective on what was left, the loss would be so much more. We must process death and it takes time.
Is that what emotion is? At least in this case?
In love or friendship the gain of information, the forming of new connections or data?
In death or fallout the loss of connections or data?
Is that why we don’t care much for mundane work? The passing of time short, the amount of data stored, the loss equivalent from the rewrite?