The human brain is able to store and retrieve memories spanning the
decades of an individual life. This occurs despite the exchange,
death and constant rearrangement of our neurons. Which raises the
question of how? In the hard drives of modern computers –
classical or quantum – data is stored in physical bytes (or
qubits). Data is written to them and retrieved from them. They can
be re-written but the bits themselves do not otherwise change. If
one does change through damage or failure, that bit of information is
– generally speaking and leaving aside backups – lost. Computer
memory is hard. Ours is soft, organic. Amidst the constant comings
and goings of millions of nerve cells, our memories – our very
identity and sense of self – remains constant (within the margins
of error associated with life and aging). It’s a marvel of
evolution, really.
According to a
recent study, we owe this happy state of affairs to the fact that
“as individual neurons die, our neural networks readjust,
fine-tuning their connections to sustain optimal data transmission.”
It’s a matter of individual nerve cells and networks of same being
both excited and inhibited from discharging, thus maintaining a
dynamic balance. Through this process, the entire system (networks
of networks) achieves “criticality’
– sustaining an overall state that apparently maintains the data
structure despite changes affecting the underlying organic bits.
What this means is something like this: our inbuilt self-regulating
rhythm of neural activity at the individual nerve, synapse and
network levels tends towards an optimal level of brain-wide activity.
That allows us to remember stuff even as nerve connections change.
It’s like the brain is constantly humming to itself the story of
our lives. The humming is the basis of mind and memory.
While one might take
the notion of this “humming” as simply a metaphor, the
researchers suggest that the mechanism they hypothesize also may
explain consciousness. But it seems to me this cannot be the case.
Ever listen to a gurgling stream? It kinda hums too. But a stream
– okay, as far as we know – is not conscious. But
we are. I hum therefore I am.