I think, in the limit, you're right. I think it's cool I can understand an algorithm and what it does, but, once it becomes machine code, my understanding utte

I think, in the limit, you're right. I think it's cool I can understand an algorithm and what it does, but, once it becomes machine code, my understanding utterly ends. What's the CPU doing with it? Have I even delidded my CPU to make sure there's actually silicon in there and not pixie dust? Forget the computer; how does my own brain work? Nobody even knows how brains store memories. A neurologist might know a lot more than I do, but maybe this is all a solipsistic simulation where I'm a brain in a jar and the neurologist is just an NPC controlled by a fancy AI. Perhaps, in reality, the feeling that you know what's going on was always a foolish conceit. It's magic all the way down. Astronaut with gun: always has been. I guess I have to find comfort in degrees because otherwise I feel very helpless and stupefied by that way to view the world.