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Wow....that's amazing! I don't see the dark side...every new discovery has the potential to be used for negative things. What, people are going to invent a way to look at my mind from afar without my consent? Seems very far-fetched and at best, will only happen long after my lifetime.
I love the idea because in my artwork I try to translate some of the visuals that pass through my mind in my thought process. To actually be able to literally do it seems incredible.
But...it also seems to me that the technology is limited to only recognizing thought patterns that apparently recall/are associated with those images already viewed by the user and registered in the system, so I doubt it will ever get a true, clear image of what is actually going through our minds, visually. And it's not only visual...it's so much more. Are you telling me that when I think of the word "neuron" I see letters in my mind? Maybe in some cases, but we are all different. So though this is very interesting, it seems to me to actually be quite limited.
When I first started considering creating art where I tried to visually represent my thoughts (what I see 'in my mind'), I talked to many people about it. What was surprising to me was that while I think, visual elements appear to me on a black ground. They come from a kind of darkness/void. In the case of one of my friends, inside of her mind it was white, a bright light where visuals appeared. These conversations were endlessly fascinating to me. I guess it had never occurred to me it would be that radically different to each person.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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