Physicalism's Flaw

> How does the physical world work? What is it? What does it mean? Some of the answers to these questions are more widely accepted than others. The conclusion that is accepted by more people, which is more popular, may sometimes also be the more accurate conclusion, but not always.
> I remember visiting O.M.S.I. as a child, and looking at certain machines contained in glass boxes. These machines consisted of an electricity driven motor that lifted metal balls from a trap in the bottom to a spot on the top. These balls would then roll down tracks taking turns at forks and influencing which forks would be taken by each other. There were levers, swings, latches, and many other little mechanisms that made the machines fascinating to watch.
> One might describe one of these machines with Boolean logic. When a ball arrives at this fork, if three balls weighed down this pressure plate, and this lever had not been switched by another ball, then the ball took the left fork. As Boolean logic could be used to describe the physical workings of this machine, so could Boolean logic be used to describe all physical processes. If the force applied to an object is greater than the friction on that object...
> Our brains are physical. Just masses of matter. Electrons orbiting nuclei determine the bonding of one atom to another, these atoms bond into chemicals, these chemicals make up cells. When a certain frequency of light, a particle and a wave, collides with an object, it bounces according to an exact formula. When the light enters the cone of someone's eye, it stimulates a chain reaction much like those machines in O.M.S.I., and electrochemical waves are sent down the axons of those neurons, down the optic nerve, through the brain, jumping from one cell to the next, into the occipital lobe at the back of the head. Billions upon billions of chain reactions occur, branching off, coming back together, processing, comparing things in the circuitry of other parts of the brain, being influenced by the "ifs" of the molding of our mind that is our "memory." These chains lead into the prefrontal cortex where, according to current understanding, we analyze all this data and make a decision accordingly. This then triggers more chain reactions that result in our muscle movements and our speaking and whatever other response we may have.
> Naturally, this is all a simplification, for it would be impractical, and even impossible to communicate these things without simplifying them. Yet, even in this simplification, we can see a hole. There's something missing. Would billions of those machines from O.M.S.I. chained together into a giant loop be sentient, aware, like we are? Some may say yes, and some may say no. One way or the other, the fact remains that this current explanation of the physical world only tells how light particles could catalyze chain reactions, how vibrations in our eardrums could catalyze chain reactions, or how any other physical input into any machine could catalyze chain reactions resulting in physical output. It does not however, explain our experience of colour. It explains vibrations, but not the experience of sound. It explains how our senses work, and how our brain processes just like a computer does, but it does not explain how our awareness works, or how our minds think.
> Our brains are just computers, and our bodies are just machines. We however, are more. We have awareness that is independent of matter, energy, and the spaces in between. There is output leaving the physical world, like the output leaving a television or computer screen for someone's viewing. That someone is our self.
> Now, the physical world operates according to exact formulae, and everything is just a chain reaction of matter and energy, occurring on it's own. What can these "selves" be but observers? Well, the fact that I am discussing this concept is proof that these selves can send input into the physical world, otherwise my physical brain could not process the "concept" of awareness, and I could not discuss the concept, nor write about it in the physical world.
> So, to put this conclusion into simplified metaphorical terms, the physical world is like the internet, our brains are like computers, and our aware selves, our minds, are the operators of these computers, outside of the internet.

Early Limericks

I was looking through some of my writing and I found these Limericks that I wrote. These are basically the first ones I've ever written, and I haven't written many more sense. I ought to try my hand at some more.
Hey, why don't you try writing some? The pattern is an aabba rhyme scheme where the third and fourth lines are generally shorter.
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There was an old man yesterday
who was sitting on a log at the bay.
The log rolled
and his pants got soild
so he won't be there next monday.

There was a mad scientist
talking to an insane priest
they each shouted
'till both pouted.
Neither came to the logicians feast.

A lass without her own house
was taunted by a little mouse
That's quite rude
and very crude
to be so bold, a thing high as a louse.

Lost in a maze of corn
a woman was feeling worn
so she stopped
and there popped
and thus a puzzled child was born.

In a good mans dizzy skull
the world seemed to be made of wool.
His head on the brink,
he said, "I can't think!"
So a sponge gave him a headful.

Looking for a meadow lark
a dog suddenly began to bark.
It had found
on the ground
a sneaky smurf in the dark.

There was a man wearing blue
who asked if anyone knew
where we went
to get so bent
and he got his answer from you.

Sitting in a five foot arm chair
sat a man who never would dare.
"It's safe" he said,
so at home he staid.
'till his seat fell hard on his hair.

There's a yellow chimpanzee.
It never was much bother to me,
But Bill
had his fill.
Bill's such a stingy bannanna tree.

There was a man in a red cap
who aimed a bear to trap
so he got a dart
thinking himself smart
but all he got was a bit of tree sap.

Some Limericks I tried to write
and found that it took some might
for though I could
they weren't as good
as some of us would have liked.

You may have noticed a rhym
on some occasion, or at some time
that didn't quit fit,
and gave you a fit,
caus technicaly it's "identity" to say "teatime."

In the greatest MMORPG
that I ever in my life did see
a haiku dungion
deserves acclaimation
and yet the limerick one escaped me.

On too common an occasion
the rock escapes abbrasion
by sitting
not fitting
as the brains of a legion.