Douglas Hofstadter argued in much the same vein as Henry Markham, that the brain can be understand in rules-bound machine terms.
I would go into the cathedral and light a candle for M.-P. Schützenberger. He had wished to return as one of the gargoyles, and, perhaps, he had.
Why is the world a beautiful place and why does it touch me?
Beyond lies the unique realm of the human, no matter what addled things Stephen Hawking may say about computers “replacing” us.
Something that makes compositions great is the fact that abstract musical notation can somehow express a personality with its idiosyncrasies.