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Sunday, 7 June 2015

Looking down from their ivory tower even though it is actually made of sand. A dismal state of intellectual impoverishment.

My thoughts after an incident involving an authority figure spewing intellectual tripe

My God, what a joke, what a farce, what a travesty! What captious, capricious martinets they are! No academic value, integrity or credibility. Their entire department is a sham. A total, unalloyed, unadulterated, unmitigated sham. Frauds and charlatans the lot of them. No intelligence, no rigour, no anything.
And they have the gumption, the temerity, the audacity to call themselves intellectuals. They are not intellectuals. Most people I know are significantly more intelligent than them.

As a corollary to what I'm saying, cryptically, see this:
http://mindfulpleasures.blogspot.com.au/2011/01/noam-chomsky-on-derrida-foucault-lacan.html

Yes I seem like a dickhead but oh well. I believe this. 

Saturday, 23 May 2015

A Diary Entry called "A Concatenation of Cataclysms"

A Concatenation of Cataclysms

Yesterday I had mild, sporadic tinnitus in my blocked, hearing-impaired right ear, which was kind of annoying and made me slightly anxious that some permanent damage might be being inflicted. That night when I went to bed, I had a clogged nose and my ear was still blocked and squealing quietly. Since my sinusitis and shitty ears were starting to really agitate me, I decided I would do something about it: I hence started blowing snot out of my right nostril like nobody's business in a (probably) quixotic attempt to clear out my sinuses and thereby unblock my right ear. I was holding my nostril open with my left index finger and blowing furiously, depositing the sticky snot on my sheets (why not?). Eventually, after maybe half an hour, it did seem like I had unblocked my ear somewhat, but then, maybe as a result of this, that ear started to hurt like hell. The pain was very intense. I couldn't rest on that ear because it was so sore. It kind of felt like all the nerves were exposed to the air or something. It was a really terrific ache. I tried to rest with only my left ear on the pillow to get to sleep, but I am used to constantly changing sides when I sleep and the forced stasis was putting me off my routine. Consequently, more than two hours passed with me unable to get any shut-eye. Finally, at 12:20pm, I decided to temporarily give up on the possibility of sleeping and instead go searching in the kitchen for some kind of painkiller to allay the ache. There I found some Panadol and took two tablets. I don't know if the Panadol worked, but I do know I got to sleep about ten minutes after I returned to bed post-pills and in the morning the ache was gone. 
My ear was still blocked, though, and the hearing was still impaired. Oh, and the mild, sporadic tinnitus was still there. 
I spent this morning mostly doing my French essay (as well as watching the last few episodes of Season Cinco of T & E Awesome Show Great Job! and various other things that I often do on Saturdays (eating cereal, doing ablutions, drinking coffee that my dad made and eating the pastry that he had bought that morning, as he often does on Saturdays or Sundays, staring out the window in the study, going on Facebook for no reason, etc)) and my ear didn't improve. As soon as I had gotten up, my dad had recommended that I phone up the Fox Valley Medical Centre about my ear and book an appointment at 8 O'clock on the dot so I could get in early. I did in fact carry out this recommendation, phoning them up at precisely 8am (according to my mum's laptop, which was sitting on the bench open), but the call went straight to their answering machine because, as the recorded message informed me, they are not open on Saturdays. I should have known this, of course, considering that the Fox Valley Medical Centre is a part of the Sydney Adventist Hospital (or “San”), which is a Seventh Day Adventist-run institution, and Seventh Day Adventists are those whackos who observe the sabbath on a Saturday for fuck knows why and are also vegetarians, I think (I am fairly sure of the latter fact because I used to always go to the San Carols by Candlelight and always get the Nachos they sold and they were always made with kidney beans instead of mince and I think my mum explained to me why when I asked once). Anyway, after the Fox Valley Medical Centre plan fell through, I had only one other medical option: the place at Hornsby. However, even though I wasn’t aware that that practice doesn’t take bookings until about 11:30am of this morning, when my mum told me, I didn't want to phone up or go there because I couldn't be fucked and because I found it slightly daunting (I am lazy and very shy). 
My parents went out at around 12, I think (I don't know where and I didn't ask). At that point, I knew I had about an hour and a half till I had to leave for my soccer game (which was at 3pm at St Johns Oval), and I resolved that I would try to finish my French essay before I left. I slowly worked my way through the essay, and had just reached the end of my third body paragraph at 1:12, I think it was, when I suddenly realised that I had to start getting ready for my soccer game. For the next 18 minutes, I frantically ran around the house gathering underpants and my soccer gear, and then some shinpads, and then a water bottle, and my wallet, and the car key. And then I was ready. I slipped into my Vans for driving, and – with a water bottle, wallet and pair of car keys in hand – I walked out of the door, then locked the door, then got into the car. Thereupon, I realised I ought to check that the game I thought was on was in fact the one on, not last week's game, and that I had got the time and ground right. Therefore, cursing and self-castigating like an old trooper, I went back towards the door, unlocked it, ran to my dad's (/the family's) Mac, frenetically clicked on the mouse, found that he had turned the computer off (as per usual, ever since he was told by some imbecile that leaving the previous one on too long was one of the reasons for its failure), and then ran upstairs towards the study and my laptop. I flipped up my bad boy's recently flipped-down lid, rapidly entered the password (making sure I pressed the dodgy keys very hard and verifying that they registered as black dots on the screen), and then, once logged in, clicked on the fortunately still open Hotmail tab, found the relevant Email, saw that the date was correct and that I had got the time and ground right. I thus ran back to the car, hopped in, and began the slow and torturous process of manoeuvring the Alfa – with its tiny fucking turning circle – out of the top part of the driveway, where there were numerous obstacles, including the Subaru, parked right next to it. Eventually, I completed this and, after bumping my way over a felled, gibbous branch of one of those weird Palm trees that our neighbours on the left planted, I was off. On my way, from misery to happiness today. Listening to Tchaikovsky with one ear. And so forth. 
All was fairly pleasant and uneventful until I emerged from the Lane Cove Tunnel and was cruising along the M1 towards the city, whereupon I suddenly had the most harrowing revelation: I DIDN’T PACK MY SOCCER BOOTS IN THE CAR. 'Shit', I thought, 'Just my fucking luck'. You see, this stuff seems to happen to me all the fucking time. I am really no good at being an adult. Almost every time I have gone to a soccer training or game, I have managed to fuck up in one way or another. I am also chronically absentminded, and this is confirmed to me every time I have to take multiple things to some event. God knows how many times over my entire school career I forgot some important item and then either had to tell my dad to turn around the car when we were already half-way to the station, or get my mum to move heaven and earth for it to be delivered to me when I was already at school. Jesus. And my dad has even tried to teach my how not to forget to take  things. This is what made my forgetting of my soccer boots even more ignominiously improbable: I was even cognisant of his main prescription, that I should make a list of the stuff I needed in my head, when I was gathering my soccer stuff! Yes, that's right, and I still didn't put the boots in the car! No wonder I couldn't help thinking (and only half-facetiously) that, after all the bad luck that seemed to plague me last year, God actually hated me, and was smiting me once again. Either that, or I had a problem.
I quickly considered not turning back and instead hedging my bets that someone would have a second pair of boots. But I reasoned that even if Olly did bring two of his many pairs of boots, they probably wouldn't fit, and despite the tremendous hassle it would be heading back to Wahroonga, it was probably the only sensible option. Given that I was on the M1, however, doing a U-turn was out of the question. And so, with a mind now flooded with adrenaline, anger, frustration and various other, more complex emotions, I knew I had to recalibrate my route fast. And so I did. I decided to take the North Sydney exit, and thus headed into the furthest left lane in anticipation of the exit. The clock was ticking, the petrol gauge was looking more ominous, everything was bad.
Seeing as everything was bad, I decided to try to think of ways of thinking that might console me. I proposed that the farce I was currently embroiled in was perhaps ‘character-building’, finding the cliche grimly funny in the situation. ‘It is the kind of thing that will make me who I am, who I am tomorrow will be a legacy of this debacle,’ I said to myself, in a fine example of gallows humour. Naturally, the logical part of me rejected these sentiments soon after they came to me, and wondered aloud to myself what "character-building" even meant. Nevertheless, my mind didn't produce many more interesting thoughts than that (except the brief fancy that we probably live in a deterministic universe and I therefore had no choice in the matter, which I also dismissed). And yet, I still tried to console myself. I reasoned that it was perhaps better that I wouldn't have to start the game, given that I was ill and probably incapacitated in some way, and was probably lacking my normal stamina. I also recognised that I probably wouldn't be vituperated by coach for my lateness considering that I would be able to excuse myself (and he probably wouldn't get angry even if I couldn't). These thoughts were slightly consoling, even though the idea that I had wasted half an hour of driving and therefore petrol for nothing, and would waste another half hour going back home in dense traffic, before heading all the way back out again, was incalculably exasperating. 
Anyhow, I eventually made it back to Wahroonga a little after 2:30, according to the Alfa clock. Once at 23 Strone Ave, I parked the car in the middle of the driveway, yanked up the handbrake, turned the car off, sprinted towards the front door, unlocked it, ran inside the house, picked up my boots, locked the door, then ran back towards the car, threw the boots in, hopped in the driver's seat and began the long manoeuvre out (I thought where I had parked would help me get out but I was mistaken). Eventually, I was out of the driveway and back on the road, ready for a frustrating journey back to the city, with a clock ticking towards 3 and a petrol gauge looking worse and worse.
It was 10 past 3 on the Alfa clock when I finally reached Sydney Uni. I pulled up alongside the St Johns gate, which I immediately saw was locked, and then looked at the field: to my horror, no one was there. The nets weren't on the goals, and the place was deserted. Completely empty. And about 50 metres away from me, I saw a sign: "Oval closed".
'You are actually kidding me, God,' I thought. I haven't bothered to charge my phone for the last week or so, so maybe I would have known about the closure if I had been a normal person, but this fact didn't in any way alleviate the almost cataclysmic misfortune I felt. Fortunately, I was able to control my emotions, for the most part. I decided that the worst moment had been the one where I realised I had forgotten my boots, and that it was definitely good in some sense that I didn't have to force my infirm body through any great strain. I was disturbed by the thought that my team might be playing elsewhere, but I resolved to banish that from my mind. Nevertheless, one terrible thought did persist: all the driving had been for nothing. Absolutely nothing. All the stress, all the preparation, all the time, all the petrol, it had all been totally pointless.
Even this was surmountable, though, because I did have one idea for how to make the journey not completely otiose: I would get some petrol and a packet of chips from the servo twenty metres up the road. That way, I could at least feel that my massive, arduous trip could almost have been a normal journey to the servo, for a fill-up and a snack. It was not true, but the fantasy did console me, somehow. And the drive back was actually quite nice, complemented nicely by the Red Rock Deli Honey Soy Chicken chips and some soothing music. 
But I still have a fucked right ear.     

Monday, 18 May 2015

An Essay called "An Essay about 'Identity'" (that is highly derivative of Wittgenstein) (that is really, really atrocious and I now disown)

An Essay about ‘Personal Identity’
                                
In this essay, I shall respond to the question, ‘What is personal identity?’ Given there is little point in shrinking from my initially odd-seeming answer to this question, I will state it clearly and explicitly right now, before we progress any further: we already know what identity is.
It is my contention that the meaning of this word we call identity is not mysterious, because all there really is to the word identity is how it is used. We certainly know what it means in conversation. We do not question it or begin to dissect it when it arises in everyday speech; we parse it and we respond to it exactly as we would respond to any other word. I believe that is all there is to identity, because all identity is is a word. I believe we are misguided in looking for an essence of identity, or in trying to penetrate the ‘concept’ in a philosophical manner.
Since I am sure this strange and prickly idea will have already offended you, I shall start the process of persuasion very slowly. First, I would like to invite you to examine these examples of common sentences in which the word appears:

1.) “He’s changed so much since he got Alzheimer’s, he’s lost his identity.”
2.) “I have a dual-identity: one by night, one by day.”          
3.) “I feel like my identity has changed so much over the years.”
4.) “One’s genes determine one’s identity to a large extent.”
5.) “Her identity hasn’t changed at all, she’s the same as she was twenty years ago.”
6.) “We know the identity of the terrorists.”
7.) “What is our national identity?”

It is true that the word “identity” does seem to be quite straightforward semantically and easy to define with only two main senses. Oxford Online’s primary definitions, for example – 1.) “The fact of being who or what a person or thing is” and 2.) “The characteristics determining who or what a person or thing is” – seem adequate descriptions of the word. Certainly, all of the uses of the word in the exemplary sentences above could be seen to conform to one of the two definitions, or perhaps a subtle synthesis of the both. Nevertheless, if you examine these sentences above a little more closely you can see that they each imply subtly different things about what identity actually is, or the “concept of identity”. In sentences 1 and 2, one’s identity is implied to be discrete, unique, identifiable, and can be transformed into a different but equally discrete, unique, identifiable identity (can be “lost” or replaced with another). By contrast, in 3, the implication appears to be that identity is not so absolute, and can be subject to gradual change. However, there is still a sense in 3 of one’s identity being unique and identifiable (“my identity”).
In 4, “one’s identity” is clearly shorthand for “one’s identity over one’s lifetime”. We do not parse this sentence as implying that we are all exactly the same over our lifetime because nobody could possibly think that. Instead, we immediately understand the word “identity” here as referring to our identity at all times of our life. To use the word in the manner of sentences 1 and 2, we might say that it is referring to one’s identities. But the point is that the speaker of 4 does not have to use the plural form to be understood in that way. In 5, we might say that the sense of the word, taken broadly, is the same as all of the other sentences and that there is thus nothing new to be gleaned from it. Yet it is certainly of note that this sentence preserves the notion that one’s identity can remain the same over many years. This suggests that the concept of identity can be fixed. In 6, yet more different things are implied of the concept of identity. Here, we can say that the concept of identity probably amounts to nothing more than one’s name, one’s age, one’s sex and various other basic, impersonal details. Again, we likely don’t even think of the word in that way when we hear 6; we know immediately what is meant by identity. In 7, the concept of identity is implied to be a fixed and static one, and one that can also be applied to a nation rather than just a person. How exactly you might unpack what someone is talking about when they use a phrase like “national identity” is unclear, but it obviously again implies different things about the concept of identity. While identity is again about characteristics, this time they are the characteristics of a nation, which are surely utterly different kinds of things.
Clearly there is a huge divergence in what these deployments of the word identity suggest about this ‘concept of identity’. Intuitively, it seems that we are confused about what the word actually means! And what a philosopher wants to do in this situation is try to resolve the confusion by shining the light of reason onto the word, by constructing theories that aim to reach the best compromise between logic and our intuitions about the concept.
Yet here’s where we run up against our first problem with this theoretical attitude: to embark upon such a mission of illumination, one must presuppose that there is some kind of abstract essence to the word identity. But what if there isn’t? What if there is only the use of the word?  If so, what are you really doing when you carry out a philosophical investigation of this sort? You are trying to penetrate a word that has no centre. It is no surprise that this leads to extraordinary conclusions, and to grand, irreconcilable disputes, and to the genesis of ever more subtle and interesting theories. There is simply no limit to the explication, elaboration and disputation of a concept that does not exist.
I know this is a fairly grandiose and shocking hypothesis, and I expect that I will have drawn only a reaction of hostility. But be patient, for there is much more justification to come.
Let us first start with a very basic argument.
Identity is not a physical substance, like, say, water. A more obvious and truistic sentence has nary been written, but I believe philosophers do not actually acknowledge the truth of it: indeed, I would go so far as to say that the treatment of intangible concepts like physical ones has been a scourge on philosophy since time immemorial. In order to illustrate this even bolder claim, I will begin by supporting my claim that identity and water are very dissimilar.
First, we need to ask a simple question: can we conceive of a world that is just like ours barring the fact that everyone in this imaginary world uses the word “water” to refer to water as we know it in the sciences (H20), but also to refer to what we, in our world, know as salt-water, mud and clouds? Clearly, there are facts about H20, salt-water, mud and clouds that unite them (their shared primary ingredient of H20 being perhaps the most fundamental), just as you might say that there are facts about the different ways we use the word identity that unite them (the Oxford definitions apply to all my 7 cases). Moreover, you might say that we do already have, in our own language, nouns that refer to a whole host of loosely connected physical things, in the same way that water in this other world refers to a whole host of loosely connected physical things. The nouns “game”, “computer”, “tree” and “tool” might be seen as examples of this. Very few properties unite all the senses of these words, and, in the case of game, arguably none. So I think we can conceive of a world where everyone used water to refer to all these disparate physical things – in fact quite easily.
However, given these different physical things (scientifically defined water, and the other water-containing things) are clearly both quantitively and qualitatively very different things, and even two mud puddles or two clouds can be very quantitatively and qualitatively different, we can assume that we would, in this other world, realise that the word water can refer to utterly disparate things. This is because physical things are quite easily deconstructable, they are very easily reduced to properties of an ever diminishing magnitude, and we do have a technical or scientific vocabulary that permits us to describe these properties. We have basic concepts like size and texture, then slightly more specific ones like chemical state and temperature, and then ever more complex and microscopic properties like chemical composition and atomic structure.
But identity is not a physical thing. It is intangible. It has no size, texture, chemical state, temperature, chemical composition or atomic structure. In fact, it has no properties save linguistic ones. So why should we assume that it has an essence?
I expect that the hostility has probably not died down. This is understandable; the idea I’m proposing is, after all, a very uncomfortable one, and it goes against so much of what we are taught and even where language itself leads us, by giving words like identity precisely the same grammatical properties as words like water. I know that numerous objections will have arisen by now.
We know that intangible things are not the same as tangible things; that is a complete truism, as you said yourself. But surely that means your conclusions are far too grand. Just because people imply different things about identity when they speak doesn’t mean that there isn’t actually a truth of the matter as to the question of what identity is, in a philosophical sense. It is our job as philosophers to figure out if there is such an essence – that’s what we’re doing. We all understand when we use the word identity in a philosophical context that we are talking about something vague, but we are trying to clarify it, make some sense of it, give it a coherence and a consistency. That’s the whole point.
But what I want to ask is a question that may seem totally banal and insignificant, but which I think speaks to the heart of what I’m saying:
What do we actually mean by identity when we ask what identity is?
I believe a philosopher ought to be able to answer this before he begins, but no philosopher ever does! He treats identity kind of as if it were a physical substance, believing that investigation can help uncover a deeper truth about it. But what reason does he have to assume this? What grounds?
It’s easy for you to say all of this in the abstract, but surely philosophers have more sophisticated ways of looking at questions like “What is identity?” than you’re giving them credit for. They’re not just pursuing a nebulous essence when they pose such questions, but looking at the solid heart of the concept of identity. And modern philosophers would surely not just attack the basic question uncritically; they would ask more specific questions first, like ‘Which way of conceiving of the word identity makes most sense?’
This last part is absolutely true. Since it is their remit and duty, since it is in their job description, philosophers think hard about the concept of identity. They don’t examine in any detail how people use the word, but instead adopt the theoretical attitude: they immediately try to formulate cogent theories to try to explain the concept in a way that best fits both with logic and our intuitions. Philosopher A says, “The physical continuity theory of identity is the best one we have for explaining the concept. It is plausible and it is neat. It means we can say that a human being has the same identity as he had yesterday because he is composed of the same matter.”
For a while this theory seems adequate, but eventually new scientific discoveries about cells (how they are constantly replicating and dying) leads Philosopher B to suddenly realise that this theory is hopelessly inept. He says, “The psychological continuity theory of identity is far superior. It means we can say that a human being has the same identity as she had yesterday because he has the same psychology.”
Much bickering between the two camps ensues for many years. Eventually, Philosopher C strides imperiously onto the scene and says, “No, no, no, the concept of identity is not nearly so simple. There are so many problems with both those theories. They both preclude our most strongly held intuitions, because we don’t see our identity as evolving constantly and almost all of us believe we are the same person that we were when a child. No, we must instead look to my new notion of continuity connected by an ancestral rather than strict continuity, and we must stop the bickering and instead acknowledge that both the physical and the psychological are important. This new synthesised theory of mine is the most plausible at all. Now we can make sense of our intuitions: we don’t have to say we have changed identity when we grow up because both the stuff we are made of and our psychological makeup do have their root, their ancestry, in the way we were yesterday, and five years ago, and ten years ago, and when we were a foetus.”
The majority of philosophers think this theory a great leap forward, and the focal point of the philosophical debate about the concept of identity is, for many years following, just around the various permutations of the synthesised theory. Philosopher D says psychological continuity is more important than physical, using a thought experiment involving a computer to illustrate his point, while Philosopher E retorts that physical continuity is more important, using our intuitive beliefs about senile relatives to make hers.
Finally, Philosopher F (who is actually a real guy called Derek Parfit) comes along and throws a spanner in the works. “No, you guys,” he says, “Imagine if you were in Star Trek and the teletransporter malfunctioned and you were actually replicated instead of transported. Surely, we can’t say that that replica would be you, despite being physically and psychologically identical. Therefore, we must conclude that we have no identity whatsoever, that the concept is an illusion.” Many philosophers really like this idea and it becomes, for a while, the most popular of them all. Nevertheless, the debate rages on.
I admit that it’s very nice for philosophers to try to tie up loose ends in this way, to resolve our understanding of words like identity so that they’re neat, logically consistent, compatible with our intuitions and all the rest, but why should we take any of their claims about the nature of identity as anything more than prescriptions? This is how we should think of identity, they say, and we supposedly bow down before them and chant their conclusions to ourselves over and over again, while whacking our foreheads with their weighty gospels and wearing dark cloaks.[1] No, I refuse to submit, to succumb, to acquiesce. And why should I?
Let us look at our common sentences once more. Now that the philosophers have given us this new vocabulary of ‘continuity theories’, we are perhaps better placed to dissect the differences in what the sentences imply about the concept of identity. Now we can say that 1 and 2 imply that some kind of mental continuity theory is correct. We can say that 3 perhaps implies that some kind of mixture of the two is right. That 4 probably implies that some kind of mixture of the two is right again. That 5, well, that’s a bit ambiguous – has she aged physically? That 6 implies that neither theory is correct, but just that each person has a single fixed identity given presumably by their name, D.O.B, address etc.  And that 7, well it’s not about human identity at all (which the philosophers concentrated on when asking the question ‘What is identity?’ for no obvious reason).
As I demonstrated before, if you try to unpack the concept lying behind the deployment of this word in these various sentences, you just go insane. Obviously, we, as human beings, don’t have a fixed concept of identity, and yet we understand what people are talking about when they use it! What weird creatures we are! How completely irrational!
Well, maybe it’s completely irrational, but other words are like this too. Most interestingly, other words that philosophers like asking ‘What is?’ questions about and then debating for centuries, like ‘meaning’, ‘happiness’, ‘love’, ‘friendship’, ‘art’, are actually very similar to this. You just need to think hard about the ways they’re used to realise this. Wittgenstein showed this in Philosophical Investigations, the book that is basically the one progenitor of this essay.
Obviously, most philosophers would concede that this is the case. They’d say, ‘Of course people don’t use these words in a logically consistent fashion and have no idea about our lovely, logical theories. This is because most people are not philosophers! It’s our job to think hard about this stuff and to try to get to some truth of the matter.’ But this is predicated on the assumption that there is something more to identity than the way people use it. And isn’t that quite mystical? What reason do we have to think that the real ‘concept’ of the word identity has to be a logically consistent theory? Why can’t the word be exactly what it is: a word? And if it is just a word, why do philosophers purport to be expressing truths when they make claims about what it is? All they are doing is insisting on some specific definition of the word that has no relation to the real world, are they not?  These, I believe, are the real questions, but philosophers doggedly refuse to answer them.[2]
You may have noticed that I’ve scrupulously avoided talking about philosopher F, Derek Parfit, who doesn’t believe that identity exists. Obviously, he suffers from exactly the same ailment as all the other philosophers, given that, in the construction of his theory, he treated the word as if it had a nebulous essence. However, he is different in the way that he then showed (supposedly) that it doesn’t. Evidently, the word identity does exist and is used frequently and functionally, so he is prima facie wrong like all the other philosophers who make claims about the word. But he isn’t quite like the other philosophers, and I believe that his argument (which appears in his seminal, acclaimed 1984 book Reasons and Persons) does contain some kind of truth. As I demonstrated way back near the start of this essay, when you listen to the way people speak in the real world, you realise there is a profound inconsistency in our understanding of the concept identity, because, to everyone who isn’t a philosopher with a particular theory of identity, there is no one concept of identity, and we don’t even really think about what we mean by the word identity when we use it.
In light of that truth, let us now consider these mostly very basic facts: our bodies are constantly changing, with age or with injury; it is often very hard to recognise an adult from their childhood picture, or a really old person from a picture of them at a young age, and basically impossible to identify a person from a baby picture; our cells are constantly dying and replicating, meaning it takes only seven years for our bodies to replace every single one; our personalities change discernibly over time, even after we have left the tumult of childhood and adolescence; we don’t like to think that our relatives have become different people when they become senile with old age; we don’t like to think that our loved ones have become different people when they suffer a brain injury that lowers their IQ or affects their personality in some other way; we don’t like to think that our loved ones have become different people when they suffer some horrific and transformative physical injury; there is almost certainly no such thing as a soul.
I don’t know, really, what we should take from these facts, but I do understand, on one level, why Derek Parfit might use them to conclude that identity does not exist, even if I think that such a claim must be prima facie wrong. If we are physically and mentally changing all the time yet we like to think that we have some kind of fixed identity, and even when we are physically and mentally identical to another person (as in Parfit’s aforementioned thought experiment) we like to think that we don’t have the same identity as them, then something has to give, right?  
But this is so deceptive, because, as we’ve already made so clear, the word identity is deeply problematic. Sure, it seems iron-clad and logical. Yes, we’re tempted to think, if identity is to exist we need to think that two identical people have the same identity. But we don’t. Therefore, identity does not exist. What a syllogism! However, this syllogism doesn’t actually mean anything. Identity is just a word. What reason do we have to trust the intuitions of people on whether two identical people have the same identity given that they have no consistent sense of the concept of identity? Given that identity is such a fucking adaptable word? Again, why should I think that “Identity does not exist” is not prima facie wrong given that identity is a word that does exist and is functional?
You may think that I’m the one playing with words. I am aware it may seem that way. But I am not the mystic here. I am not the one trying to penetrate a word. I know that this will still be a bitter pill to swallow, but I think it is an ultimately salubrious one, like Panadol. I do admit that people understand what Parfit means when he says ‘Identity does not exist’ and that it is therefore a meaningful statement. In fact, I essentially agree with what I believe to be the sentiment and logic behind it, even if I object so vehemently to its phrasing. I seem to get what he means. So, in the interests of reaching a satisfying conclusion, I hereby propose my own philosophical theory of identity that taps into the same basic ideas:

 We have no reason to think that there is something that makes us who we are throughout our life or – to put in a way more accurate yet kind of spacey way – that there is necessarily anything physical or mental that unites the various people that have the same birth certificate. We have no reason to think that these various people have some quintessence, given that most of us now know that the belief in souls is just a superstition like any other.
However, we are obviously extremely physically and mentally similar to the person we were a day ago, and very similar to the person we were a year ago. And psychologically we don’t necessarily have to change a great deal in adulthood, barring some trauma, because there are no big biological transformations that occur.  

You may have noticed that this is not really a philosophical theory at all, just a statement of a few facts that doesn’t include the word ‘identity’ even once. This is logically consistent with what I’ve said.
I’m afraid I’m sceptical about profundity. It seems usually to rely on the manipulation of words.  

References

Wittgenstein’s Philosophical Investigations through http://www.accionfilosofica.com/misc/1307418043crs.pdf



[1] Did I get lost somewhere along the way there?
[2] You can understand why, though: they’d be taking away their own jobs. 

Tuesday, 28 April 2015

A Thought Experiment/Short Story called "Don't worry about remembering stuff: Google will soon become your brain"

Don’t worry about remembering stuff: Google will soon become your brain

Here’s a thought experiment that was originally inspired by (but not drawn from) an article I read on the occasionally interesting internet blog called “Brain Pickings”.
Suppose, if you will, that you were somehow transported back in time to the 1920s – to be precise, let’s say the date is 11am on 16 June 1925. Suppose also that your iPhone was in your pocket when you entered whatever portal or machine that got you there and that it has survived the journey.
The place you have arrived at is a big, strange room. Directly in front of you is a wall that reaches up to your neck, concealing most of your body. In front of this wall is a large crowd of people, all of whom are staring at your head. They are almost exclusively male, these people, and almost exclusively odd looking, with many of them seeming rather unkempt and lazily dressed, and a highly disproportionate number exhibiting extremely messy hair. Suddenly you begin to recognise a few familiar faces in the crowd – in fact, many. You see Albert Einstein, Bertrand Russell, Marie Curie, Ludwig Wittgenstein, James Joyce, Alan Turing… a pattern rapidly reveals itself in your mind: all of them are geniuses in their respective fields. After a quick survey of the crowd, it becomes clear that they are, more precisely, the one hundred sharpest minds of 1925. You feel very small and insecure. You are just beginning to feel a deep regret about the very bold decision to travel back to 1925 when their spokesperson (let’s just say it’s anyone but Joyce because then I’d feel compelled to try to mimic his idiolect and I couldn’t pull that off), steps out from the crowd, and begins to speak:
“We don’t know who you are or why you are standing behind a wall with only your head exposed. We also don’t know how we came to be here, or where this room is, or what purpose it normally serves. Naturally, this is causing all of us a great deal of consternation. Nevertheless, being all of us very practical people, we have decided to try to make something good of this experience: we hereby challenge you to an extremely rigorous general knowledge test.”
You feel ill. Two hundred beady genius eyes bear down on you, burning a massive hole in your face.
“Two teams shall partake in this quiz, namely, all of us and you. There is only one rule: none may consult a book. Seeing as none of us have any books in our possession and the door out of this unfurnished room is barred, this rule should be quite straightforward for everyone to observe. Since we should like to be able to confer without a sense of stress or urgency if the answer to a particular question does not immediately come to one of us, we also decree that there shall be no time limit. Naturally, however, in the event that both teams have the correct answer the team which answers first shall be declared the winner, so there is an incentive for rapidity.
The last matter we must clarify before we begin pertains to the questions. You may be wondering how many of these there shall be and how they shall be selected. Well, we have decided that there shall be precisely one hundred questions, each of which shall be chosen and asked by a different one of us. Evidently, he who poses the question in any given round shall be debarred from participating in that round, assuming instead the role of arbiter for its duration.  In case you are concerned that some of us might be tempted to abuse our powers as arbiter, I would like to stress that the far majority of us here are, by reason of our employ and character, interested in the truth above all else – in fact, you might say to the detriment of all else. [Some chuckles of assent from the crowd]. As far as I’m aware, each of us here holds the view that, in general, it matters not who utters a statement, as long as it is true. Thus, I would think it at least extremely unlikely that any of us would engage in such malfeasance. However, if an arbiter does whisper the answer to our team or wrongfully declare us to be the winner, I think you may trust the rest of us to condemn that person and annul the round. I believe this fact ought to suffice to disabuse you of your putative concern.
Although we all aspire to probity, as has been made clear enough, we must insist that you consent to this questionnaire on pain of death, because we are all very eager to play it.”
“Ok,” you murmur, now wishing with all your heart that you were back in the 21st Century where no group of geniuses ever challenged you to rigorous questionnaires on pain of death. The fear and distress you now feel causes you to momentarily forget that there is no internet in 1925. You hence take your phone out of your pocket, tap in your passcode and press Safari. As soon as Safari begins to load, however, your mind returns. And you are just about to put the phone back in your pocket when, suddenly, Google appears! ‘Thank god,’ you think, ‘This is actually a miracle.’ Briefly, you pause for thought, as you know that, as a metaphysical naturalist, believing that you had experienced a true miracle would completely undermine your view on just about everything. Fortunately, after a few seconds, a hypothesis that is more compatible with your convictions presents itself: ‘Actually, I probably ruptured the space-time continuum, or tore a hole in the fabric of space or something, and that means I’m standing in a tiny patch of 21st Century space. Thank god I did create a paradox. Now I have the chance to stick it to these titans of the 20th Century.’
Although some of these titans are looking at your head while you look down at your phone and think these thoughts, they have, at this point, no reason to think you’re from the 21st Century or are holding any kind of knowledge-giving device. It just does not cross their minds, despite how imaginative and clever these minds are.
The first question of the rigorous questionnaire is about newts. It turns out the announcer is a biologist with a particular expertise in amphibians, and he is the arbiter for the first round.
“I hope it’s permissible that this question is not really a question, strictly speaking:
List the genera of the family Salimandrae in alphabetical order by Latin name; give also their common names after each Latin one.”
As soon as you hear the word “Salimandrae” you bash newts into Google and immediately click Wikipedia – but one of the weirdest looking men in the crowd[1], has already stepped out from the crowd and begun rattling off the list in a high, whiny voice: “Calotriton or Spanish brook newts, Cynops or firebelly newts, Echinotriton or spiny newts, Ichthyosaura or alpine newts…”
You are quick enough onto Wikipedia to verify his list, but you soon determine that he is too much of a freak to slip up. Already feeling defeated, you click out of Wikipedia before he’s even finished. And thirty seconds later, this human beanpole is getting slapped on the back by Curie and Wittgenstein (making him wince and look harrowed), and the biologist announcer is declaring that “Team Genius is ahead 1-0!”
You, meanwhile, have never felt more worthless and stupid in your life, and want to die. But let’s say that the next question is asked by James Joyce, and being both an egomaniac and a man with a predilection for throwing spanners in works, he says, “Since it’s the 16th of June, I was wondering whether anyone here could be prevailed upon to recite the beginning of Part II episode 4, or “Calypso”, of my controversial, bizarre and epic novel Ulysses. As long as someone is able to reach the phrase “the cat cried” in their recitation, I shall be satisfied.”[2]
You quickly type in the famous first few words of that chapter into Google, and to your delight the room remains silent. Although some people in the crowd are able to recall verbatim much of what they read normally, most of them have not read Ulysses and have no desire to do so. Most of these people don’t care for fiction of any kind, let alone the most bombastic kind imaginable. And so, in a still silent room, you are on the website called “Genius” (funnily enough), the one which is most used for song lyrics and always has that black background, and you are reading aloud the chapter:
“Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked the thick giblet soup, the nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes […].”
Although it is evident from Joyce’s anguished facial expressions that he does not find your accent euphonious or your voice mellifluous, when you reach the stipulated end of the passage, he does reluctantly declare you the winner of the round.
So it’s one-all now. And let’s say the next question, which is just a basic historical one on the number of ships in the Spanish Armada or something, is answered first by the geniuses. But let’s say the next one after that, a linguist-asked question on some word in some obscure language of an Inuit tribe, is easy enough for you to look up and you actually get it right. And let’s say the next one is a far more obscure historical question than a Spanish Armada one, and you are again able to look it up and get it right. And let’s say Wittgenstein asks about certain aspects of his linguistic theories and you get that one right too. And let’s say Marie Curie asks if anyone can give a brief biography of her, and that’s easy for you again. And eventually, by the end of the one hundred questions, you’ve won seventy to thirty! Against not just one phenomenal genius but one hundred, all working together, you’ve triumphed!
After the announcer has declared you the winner and you begin humbly acknowledging your great victory with a series of polite, gracious nods and some invisible shrugs of self-effacement, many of the geniuses start trying to rationally figure out the nature of your genius. A lot of different hypotheses arise. Most of the geniuses are absolutely shell-shocked. ‘Perhaps’, one of these bewildered individuals thinks, ‘This man is just the smartest person to have ever lived. Somehow he has managed to live in obscurity until now but it seems inevitable that this man will soon achieve a great triumph with the truly incredible intellect he has demonstrated today.’ Some are so overwhelmed by your display that they are doubting their senses and undergoing serious mental breakdowns.
However, most do conclude that there is something suspicious about the way you always looked down before answering any question and always paused for at least twenty seconds before embarking on any response. Some of this majority speculate that you must have breached the one rule of the questionnaire: ‘He must have been holding some kind of massive, vastly detailed encyclopaedia in his hands,’ these people think, even though the rapidity with which you answered many of the questions and the sheer diversity of the responses seem to contradict this. Einstein has concluded that the most likely explanation is that you were assisted by some kind of brilliant futuristic technology. Einstein has, of course, got it right.
But regardless of any of their hypotheses, one fact still stands: you have proven yourself more knowledgeable than the one-hundred geniuses. You have won.

And now suppose that the way you interacted with the internet database was so instinctual and so immediate that you didn’t need to look down at all or even pause before you answered any of the questions. You would have got 100 out of 100 correct and blown the geniuses out of the water.
This is what many futurists think could be the reality in a few decades from now.
                                    




[1] A bespectacled, gangly, scoliotic newt-fancier and English gent called Augustus Fink-Nottle who is unknown in the 21st Century but did have an eidetic memory so was naturally part of the one hundred sharpest minds of 1925.
[2] Ok, so I did try to pull off Joyce’s idiolect after all – but not really. Don’t hate.

Monday, 6 April 2015

An essay that started out as a uni assessment called "A Mostly Unoriginal Essay on Morality"

A Mostly Unoriginal Essay on Morality (that is totally shit and I now disown)

Should you always do what is morally right? Is there any reason for you to do so? Although these questions have been pondered by atheists for more than a hundred years now, they still bear thinking about. They are still absolutely relevant to our lives, and there is still no definitive answer. This essay is an investigation of those answers that have been proposed.

The 19th Century Scottish enlightenment philosopher David Hume was arguably the father of all atheistic conceptions of morality. He was a brilliant philosopher who inverted the assumptions that had prevailed since the Ancient Greeks about human psychology and in doing so profoundly destabilised conventional wisdom on morality. Funnily enough, he essentially did this all with a single suggestion, expressed most pithily by a famous sentence in his book On Reason and Passion: “Reason is, and ought only to be, the slave of the passions, and can never pretend to any other office than to serve and obey them”.[1] In contrast to Plato and most prominent Western philosophers thereafter, Hume was claiming that there was no difference between a good person and a bad person in the extent to which reason was able to take control of or override the passions – instead, everyone, no matter how bad or good, could never be motivated to any action but through passion.[2] While once it had been accepted as unquestionable fact that man was moral because God had bestowed upon him the faculty of reason to know that he should live according to His ethical dictates, Hume, the perpetual sceptic, was suggesting that it was “impossible, that the distinction betwixt moral good and evil, [could] be made by reason”.[3] Throughout his life it appears that Hume did still cling limply to the Christian paradigm of his age, and this is arguably why the ultimate conclusions about morality that he draws from his ideas about human psychology are still compatible with a modified vision of God’s role. Most notably, the fact that Hume determined that all of us are born with certain positive natural sentiments – namely, hedonism, “sympathy” (meaning the capacity to know what others are feeling) and benevolence – that tend to lead us all on a path towards a certain altruistic spirit and the pursuit of so-called “calm passions” could certainly be seen as a reflection of some Christian belief. Nevertheless, it is most certainly the case that Hume’s theory laid the foundations for the emergence of certain rather radical and necessarily unchristian non-cognitivist metaethical theories, like expressivism and emotivism, and it is hard to argue that such Godless suggestions of the absence of truth conditions in morality do not in fact inhere in Hume’s theory. After all, it was Hume who said, “It is not pretended, that a judgement [that prompts or directs a passion], either in its truth or falsehood, is attended with virtue or vice”.[4] It is important to note that, although one might intuit that the ultimate consequence of the acceptance of Hume’s theory is that we would all collectively succumb to our baser, more animalistic desires, and thus always perform the wrong action as long as it gave us profit, Hume simply believed that we were already acting on the basis of our desires, and our nature and culture simply ensured that most of us almost had no choice whether to be good or bad in the Christian senses of the word. In this way, Hume’s insight had nearly done away with the need of prescribing right and wrong; instead, a person could only opt out of the game of morality if he was deeply unusual in his nature, and there was nothing we could do about such defective characters.
To me, this final implication of his theory is deeply disturbing. That is, of course, not a basis for any kind of refutation, however I do also believe that Hume and all his successors are somewhat misguided. I do not accept that moral utterances have no truth-conditions, just as I don’t accept that the only truth-conditions they have rest on whether they are an accurate representation of a person’s psychology. In other words, I reject all non-cognitivist and subjectivist conceptions of morality. What follows is my attempt to justify this view.
 The simplest argument for any kind of moral relativism (by which I mean to include “error theory” as well as those metaethical theories aforementioned) is that views on morality vary enormously both interculturally and intraculturally – even between two individuals in the same family. A person trying to defend this argument need only point to the atrocities of ISIS, or men who burn puppies, for clear evidence that even what most people in the Western world see as medieval or primitive moral behaviour, such as the brutal killing of innocent beings, is not seen in that light by many people in the West, and even more outside it. This is not to mention disagreements on all matters less extreme than those to do with bloody murder, such as the rights of women and homosexuals, female genital mutilation, the treatment of asylum seekers, and even totally mundane matters like lying to a friend, cheating in a test, or hitting your kids. Indeed, it is so obvious that people have different views on morality that it is a truism to say it.
But let it be made clear that I do not believe this makes it a sound argument against objectivism. My objection to this next step in the argument is very simple: when we acquire knowledge normally, we do not base it on the views of people around us. We do not say the fact that some people still believe the Earth is flat or that around half of Americans don’t believe in man-induced climate change means that we cannot know whether the scientific consensus is true. Or to give an example of an intellectual dispute more analogous to that about ethics, we do not say the fact that physicists, clerics and laymen cannot agree on the exact nature of the birth of our universe means that either all interpretations are true, or that they’re all neither true nor false. Now you may, of course, question whether ethical knowledge is at all like the kind found in almost any other intellectual domain, and, if not, whether this precludes its objectivity. This would be the second line of argument. Without this, the first is useless, but with it the first becomes a further support. For emotivists, it is quite clear that moral utterances are totally unlike statements such as “The Earth is round”. Their justification for this was perhaps advanced most famously by the British philosopher A.J. Ayer in his landmark book Language, Truth and Logic. In chapter six of this book, “Critique of Ethics and Theology”, Ayer concentrates on one class of the “ordinary system of ethics”, moral judgements, and argues since these cannot be translated into non-ethical, empirical terms they cannot be verified.[5] As Ayer puts it, "we find that argument is possible on moral questions only if some system of values is presupposed."[6] This is an argument quite similar to the is-ought gap first proposed by Hume, except that instead of saying it is never deductively valid to progress from description to prescription, Ayer is suggesting that there is no way of reducing right and wrong to states of affairs.[7] Ayer therefore concludes that ethical concepts are "mere pseudo-concepts" and claims that when one expresses a moral judgement what one is really doing is expressing a “moral sentiment”.[8] Since they cannot be understood as propositions, Ayer argues that moral judgements have no truth-value.
Subjectivists, such as the late 20th Century philosopher Gilbert Harman, tend to agree with such an argument, but their conclusion differs ever so subtly: they claim that moral utterances are truth-apt since they can only be one of two things: an accurate reflection of a person’s psychology or an inaccurate one. Of course, the congruence of the two theories on Ayer’s argument does not mean that Ayer’s argument is the primary one for both. On the contrary, Harman himself advances another rather simple argument for both based on the so-called Principle of Parsimony (a principle which tells you that you should assume that something doesn’t exist if it isn’t needed to explain anything).[9] Harman begins with the sensible premise that everyone on the planet could easily have arrived at his or her moral instincts and beliefs by a combination of innate psychology, enculturation and inculcation.[10] Given this fact, he claims we don’t need to postulate the existence of ethical facts to explain any observations. Thus, he argues, according to the principle, we should assume that ethical facts don’t exist.[11] Harman states this non-requirement of extra-human explanation is what makes ethical propositions totally unlike unobservable things in science, like protons, neutrons, dark matter and genes, the existence of all of which is borne out by a mass of data and the systematic testing of a series of models.[12]
Although both of these theories (emotivism and subjectivism) may sound very convincing, there are a few interrelated objections that apply to both of them, all of which rest essentially on the notion that the emotivists and subjectivists lack imagination. It is for this reason that I am not quite convinced by either theory. Perhaps the most obvious objection attacks the first premise of Harman’s Principle of Parsimony argument, and it does so by drawing attention to the fact that many of our moral utterances are clearly both spoken (or written) as if they were utterances of fact, plus interpreted that way by others. A particularly obvious demonstration of the truth of this objection is when someone changes their opinion on a moral matter: if someone holds a certain ethical view, say, that homosexuality is wrong, or that cheating is ok, but then changes it, it goes without saying that she will normally aver that the reason she changed her view was that she simply saw the facts of the matter. Granted, Harman and no doubt most subjectivists (but probably fewer emotivists) acknowledge this,[13] yet they argue that this observation still fits well within their view of ethics as basically constructed, because lots of people thinking their moral utterances are truth-apt doesn’t mean they are. Nevertheless, the contemporary Swedish philosopher and moral realist Torbjorn Tannsjo argues with some force that it is at least very unlikely that so many people are deluded. As he says, “There are also cases where people do intend their moral judgements to capture a moral reality that is seen by them as sui generis. This is certainly how Sidgwick and Moore conceived of their own moral judgements […] and this is how contemporary moral realists such as Parfit and myself [sic] conceive of our own moral judgments and disagreements. And even if it is possible that we delude ourselves, even if it is possible that we are mistaken in our understanding of our own words, this possibility is far-fetched, considering the way at least we moral realists conceive of the subject-matter of morality.”[14] As Tannsjo himself later points out, this argument is also put forward by error theorists, most notably Mackie, some of whose claims Tansjo’s article subsequently attempts to refute. Despite this parallel, let us keep our focus on the subjectivists and the emotivists for the moment; I will get to the debate between moral realists and error theorists in good time.
The other possible objections to both metaethical theories are, it must be said, rather non-positivist and rely on a fairly good imagination, but I am satisfied that they are strong enough to at least preserve the possibility that there could be some kind of objective ethical facts. The first is an objection to the way the is-ought argument is used to dismiss the possibility of an objective morality, and it is very simple. As stated by Elliot Sober in his book Core Questions in Philosophy, it is that “To reach the subjectivist conclusion, you need to assume that if ethical facts exist, they must be deducible from is-statements”.[15] Although such an objection would, it seems, be anathema to most logical positivists[16], it seems to me logically reasonable. Sober also provides another very similarly imaginative objection to the conclusion of Harman’s Principle of Parsimony argument. While he concedes that ethical facts aren’t needed to explain why we have the beliefs we do, Sober simply says he needs an extra assumption to go from that to “Ethical facts don’t exist”.[17] He is thus not rejecting the Principle of Parsimony, per se, but questioning whether our non-requirement of ethical facts to explain our beliefs means that they couldn’t exist at all. Sober poses the question, “Why should the reality of ethical facts stand or fall on their role in psychological explanation?”[18] I submit that this is itself a pretty outlandish suggestion, since it seems to imply that ethics could be fundamentally extra-human, and I think that an extraordinarily unlikely and fairly mystical idea. Nevertheless, it still does strike me as a logically valid query to make.
In response to some of the arguments put forward by the error theorist John Mackie, Tansbjorn makes similarly imaginative objections to claims of the impossibility of ethical truth. As part of his “argument from queerness”, Mackie propounds that the fact that objective moral properties are supposedly “consequential” or “supervenient” is one of the major things that makes them queer.[19] Tansbjorn says the natural response from the moral realist to Mackie’s argument would be, not a denial of supervenience, but a denial of the claim that supervenience as such is any strange phenomenon.[20] Another response that Tansbjorn does not mention would of course be the basic observation that the fact of an entity’s being something fundamentally different from what we normally experience — and therefore presumably outside our sphere of experience — doesn’t give us prima facie reason to either doubt or affirm its existence. Despite these two possibilities, Tansbjorn himself opts, very creatively, to question the notion that moral properties can’t be both sui generis and supervenient on natural properties. Indeed, he suggests that “The view that moral properties are both sui generis and supervenient upon natural properties can be upheld, if we adopt a fairly weak view of supervenience, according to which a certain natural property brings with it a corresponding moral property only in all possible worlds that are sufficiently like ours”.[21] He follows this with the bizarre speculation that there could in fact be worlds where different laws of nature and morality obtain, like worlds where Kantianism is true or worlds where moral nihilism is true.[22] Putting aside the strangeness, I do once again find this logic to be sound. Sadly, Tannsbjorn ultimately ends the chapter by acknowledging that he does not “pretend to give any knock-down argument […] for the thesis that moral arguments or facts exist, independently of our thoughts and actions”.[23] Notwithstanding the hype surrounding the moral realist and Oxford philosophy Derek Parfit’s publication in 2011 of a weighty tome purporting to have “climbed the mountain” that has supposedly always existed behind the views of the best versions of Kantian deontology, consequentialism and contractualism, I do feel that it is highly unlikely that anyone will be able to give a knock-down argument in favour of moral realism. Yet I don’t know if its proponents will ever disappear either.
Of course, way back in 1785, Immanuel Kant did think that he had basically ‘solved morality’ with his rationalist account of ethics in the groundbreaking philosophical work known often (but not always) as The Foundations of the Metaphysics of Morals, and there are neo-Kantians who think he’s right to this day. The deep unusualness of Kant’s theory is that it simply commands you to obey it, and once you are in its thrall you are supposedly logically bound to it. Thus, in Kant’s mind, it would not be so much deplorable as irrational (or wrong based on the grounds of reason) to profit, say, by lying – one of the vices he argues we have a “perfect duty” to never commit.
In order to understand how Kant came to this view, let us first look at his differences to Hume. Although not directly reacting against Hume’s theory, Kant found one of the primary implications of Hume’s work – namely, that when we are acting morally we are merely slaves or automatons to our desires – quite unpalatable. Kant also held the deontological conviction that the moral worth of an action should never be measured by its consequences, indeed that “everything empirical […] is highly prejudicial to the purity of moral practices themselves”.[24] While this is not a direct rejection of any Humean ideas, since Hume didn’t formulate any kind of proto-utilitarian philosophy, it seems clear to me that if you accept the idea that good and bad moral actions are both ultimately acts of desire-gratification, then you must only be able to evaluate the goodness of the action on its effects.
So how did Kant’s ingenious derivation of impregnable moral obligations from pure reason actually work? Well, it is begun on the supposedly rock-solid basis that morality does (and must) consist of “categorical imperatives” rather than hypothetical ones. In other words, that morality consists of straight commands and conditional commands, but never ones based on desires. All of the commands generated by Humean practical reasoning would, of course, be hypothetical, and this means that, in Kant’s eyes, what Hume is talking about when he says morality is something else entirely. The way Kant saw it is that if you are not performing a moral action out of duty, which he perceived as acting out of reverence for a law, (as opposed to merely acting in accordance with a moral law, probably in submission to your desires) then that action simply cannot be called morally worthy. Significantly, Kant believed that you could rationally derive a single, unquestionable and all-important categorical imperative simply from these truths. This law is “Act only according to that maxim by which you can at the same time will that it should become a universal law”.[25] Here, the fact of your actions having to fit into a “universal law” obviously follows on from his conviction of the necessary impersonality of morality. And due to the way he thought of the “maxim” and what he meant by “will”[26], he claimed any rational person could rationally derive a whole series of both perfect and imperfect duties from this imperative. The logical fashion in which you would carry out this derivation would be to first think of the most general manner of phrasing the maxim you were following when performing any kind of action – say, promising your friend to repay the loan she has given you, even though you know you will never be able to. Kant includes a case very similar to this and says the maxim in that case would be “Make a promise even though you intend to break it”.  Obviously, the next step is to “will that it should be universalised”, which, in the Kantian sense, essentially means imagine a world where everyone followed that maxim and decide whether this world could either logically be conceived of (i.e. whether it would be a paradoxical world) or whether you can will it psychologically (i.e. whether it would be too bleak to fathom). Kant believes a world where everyone followed the aforementioned maxim to do with promising is logically inconceivable, since everybody would eventually come to regard promises as worthless and hence stop making them. Crucially, Kant says it is our perfect duty not to follow all those maxims which don’t pass this first test, known as the “Contradiction in Conception Test”. In this way, he claims that it is also our perfect duty not to kill, lie and even commit suicide, along with a whole host of other actions that generally align with Christian morality (to which he was a subscriber). Similarly, he says that it is our imperfect duty not to follow all those maxims that pass the Contradiction in Conception Test but don’t pass the second one, known as the Contradiction in the Will Test. These imperfect duties supposedly bind you in all circumstances except those in which a perfect duty would have to be violated to carry them out. Some examples of imperfect duties that one can derive from Kant’s system are to nurture one’s talents, or to help someone in a desperate situation.
Kant does, of course, also claim that one can derive another “formulation” of the same basic categorical imperative from the first formulation of it, and then a third from the second. This second formulation, namely “Act so that you treat humanity, whether in your own person or in that of another, always as an ends and never as a means only”, is actually preferred by many modern Kantians and is generally seen as less dubious than the first. The third is easily derivable from the second, and is simply “Act as if you live in a Kingdom of Ends” (i.e. in a world in which all rational agents are respected as ends in themselves). This tends to be ignored.
Although Kant was very confident that he had made a momentous achievement in supposedly rationally ‘figuring out’ the duties that everyone is bound to follow, one must make clear first of all, even leaving aside any flaws in his logic, that Kant does not in fact give anyone who does not wish to be moral any reason to be. As the great English philosopher Bernard Williams  puts it in his book Ethics and the Limits of Philosophy, within the “Kantian framework […] there can be no reason for being moral, and morality presents itself as an unmediated demand, a categorical imperative”.[27] Thus, although it is said by many that Kant presents morality as a game you can’t opt out of, this is not strictly true. Kant, just like any other thinker, cannot justify actually being moral, in its most basic form, without resorting to moral presuppositions. So despite his claims, this still strikes me as an insurmountable obstacle for all philosophers. You may say you should always do what is morally right, but you can never validly say why anyone should.
Another very questionable aspect of Kant’s ethical beliefs is his conviction that morality must be absolutely separate from desire. Again, I agree with Bernard Williams here, who wrote (in the same book) that Kant’s view that “morality is uniquely exempted from psychological hedonism […] is certainly wrong”.[28] On top of this, there are, as I intimated, obvious weaknesses in Kant’s logic. The clearest relate to the arbitrariness of the method by which you are meant to derive duties from the first formulation of the categorical imperative. Not only could you easily claim that the universalising of a maxim like “Commit suicide when you are tired of life” would not lead to an impossible world, contrary to what Kant says, but the system of basing the duties on maxims is fraught with arbitrariness to begin with. For example, to use the action from a few paragraphs before, many very moral people in our world do break promises, but you’d have to think that most of them are not following the maxim Kant gives when doing so. Instead, most of them would be abiding by a more complicated maxim like “Don’t break a promise unless you intend to keep it, unless you are in a situation where much is at stake and your intention to break the promise wouldn’t be evident to others”.[29] Universalising this maxim would lead you to imagine a world very much like our own, and thus, paradoxically, you would be unable to justify calling it a perfect duty not to break promises – and with Kant’s own logic. Thus, clearly, Kant’s theory is imperfect.
      So, if I don’t accept Humean ethical theory and its descendants, subjectivism and emotivism[30], and don’t fully accept any kind of objectivism yet am unwilling to put away the possibility that there could be objective ethical facts (which places me at odds with error theory), where have I got to go? I could call myself a fictionalist, despite that being a part of error theory, but the problem is that I find it extremely hard to stomach the idea that the values I hold close to my heart are fictions. I truly and sincerely believe that altruism is good, that kindness is good, that humility is good, that decency is good, that bravery is good, and that duty and honour are more than just words. Equally, I believe that selfishness is bad, that greed is bad, that cheating is bad, and I am happy to call murder, rape, torture not just bad but evil. For all intents and purposes, I see these things as objectively so, even though on a hyper-intellectual level, as an empiricist, I know that they almost certainly aren’t.  But, at the same time as this, I am most definitely with Derek Parfit (and against Bertrand Russell and Bernard Williams) on his insistence that there is something deeply disturbing about the idea that all moral utterances are either meaningless or wrong.[31] The way I see it is that it doesn’t matter that our innate neurochemistry and the messages of our culture will ensure that people will tend to do things we used to call good – what matters is whether these things are good. If they’re not, then our emotions are the only things motivating us. How can this not be profoundly unsettling? Nietzsche understood the momentousness of the loss of belief in objective morality, even if he himself was a total nihilist:
“How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves?”[32]
 The fact is a fictionalist has no justification for why he should make any conscious effort to abide by any moral law at all. A fictionalist cannot decry war crimes or atrocities, inveigh against the abject horrors of ISIS, or admire the compassion of a politician without a heart tainted by insincerity. A fictionalist cannot continue to thank his grandma when she pours him a cup of tea without knowing, in his heart of hearts, that he is blindly worshipping a trivial custom. A fictionalist may choose to follow his feelings and instincts to look for direction on how to ethically evaluate certain actions – he may feel enraged at the Draconian policies of a politician, he may feel sick to the stomach when reports emerge of the man who burned multiple puppies to death, he may feel inspired and moved by tales of wartime sacrifice – but he cannot trust these feelings. He does not believe the age-old virtues of fairness, compassion, duty, honour; he does not believe right and wrong. And thus, unless he is some kind of inhuman creature who never makes judgements in those terms, on some level he doesn’t believe himself. Is this not a profoundly meaningless life? 
So, despite not being religious and being unable to trust the rationalist justifications for ethical facts, perhaps it is best I still call myself an objectivist. You may think me still a fictionalist, but, if so, only one with a profound case of cognitive dissonance.
What this all means is that I don’t have the answers. I believe you should always do what is morally right but I can’t prove it to you. After all, even before I reached the blood and bones of the task, I would, of course, first have to define what is right, and then prove the validity of that definition. And obviously, as I’ve made clear, you can opt out of morality if you want. It’s really up to you whether you choose to lead a moral life. As turns out, though, it is impossible for any normal human being to live either a completely moral life or a completely amoral one without being deeply unhappy.[33]
So, perhaps I do have a valid objectivist view after all. Yes, I have decided that my experience should be used as a basis for a single true categorical imperative: live in awareness of the knowledge that all moral propositions are almost certainly false but also that the ones you can’t help thinking are true are indeed objectively so. Contradict yourself. I believe every logical person will, through reason, conclude that this paradoxical universal law is the absolute truth.
Is this not the objective answer ethical philosophy has been looking for all along? Both reductivist and anti-reductivist, relativist and objectivist, positivist and sceptical, how can any law be more perfect?







[1] Hume, D. 1739/1888, A Treatise of Human Nature, Clarendon Press, Oxford, pp. 119.
[2] Ibid.
[3] Hume, D. op. cit, pp. 121.
[4] Hume, D. op. cit, pp. 122.
[5] Ayer, A.J. 1952, Language, Truth and Logic, Dover, New York, pp. 111.
[6] Ibid.   
[7] Unless you’re a utilitarian, although contrary to what some of them might tell you, they don’t really avoid the central conundrum because there is still no way of empirically deriving that your chosen goal (for example, collective happiness or preference realisation) is right/good.
Also, while I’m on the subject, the only form of utilitarianism that is purely utilitarian is called “act utilitarianism” or “direct utilitarianism” and this is a completely impractical system for how to live. For one, no one except utilitarian philosophers has time to weigh up the “costs” and “benefits” for significant decisions in life; for another, it is highly doubtful whether you can truly weigh up the costs and benefits of any given action; thirdly, weighing up the costs and benefits for every action takes time away from that needed to do good things; and lastly, if everyone was a true act utilitarian the world would, paradoxically, be a worse place, because nobody could trust the justice system (which would quite often convict innocent people), doctors (who would quite often kill patients), and nobody would have any friends or family or pursue the arts, write books, paint, make music etc.
Now, of course, most act utilitarians presumably only apply their philosophy to very specific, discrete cases, and that’s fine. I just wanted to make clear for those who didn’t already know that utilitarianism is a fundamentally flawed guide for how to live.
[8] Ayer, A.J. op. cit.
[9] Sober, E. 2001, Core Questions in Philosophy, Prentice Hall, New Jersey, pp. 418; taken from Harman, G. 1977, The Nature of Morality: An Introduction to Ethics, Oxford University Press, Oxford.
[10] Ibid, pp. 417.
[11] Ibid, pp.418.
[12] Ibid, pp. 417.
[13] Sober, E from Harman, G. op. cit, pp. 417.
[14] T, Torbjorn. 2010, From Reasons to Norms: On the Basic Questions in Ethics, Springer, Dordrecht, pp. 32.
[15] Sober, E. op. cit, pp. 417.
[16] Which is perhaps ironic, considering he is trying to cast doubt on those who deny the possibility of objectivism – a movement evidently much more strongly associated with logical positivism than its metaethical antagonists.
[17] Sober, E. op. cit, pp. 417.
[18] Ibid.
[19] Mackie, J.L. 1991, Ethics: Inventing Right and Wrong, Penguin, London, pp. 41.
[20] T, Torbjorn. op. cit, pp. 37.
[21] Ibid, pp. 38.
[22] Ibid.
[23] Ibid, pp. 48.
[24] Kant, I. 1785/1949, The Foundations of the Metaphysics of Morals in The Philosophy of Immanuel Kant, University of Chicago Press, Chicago, pp. 227. [Found in reader].
[25] Kant, I. op. cit, pp. 274.
[26] Both variables that are disputable and hence will be disputed in good time.
[27] Williams, B. 1985/2006, Ethics and the Limits of Philosophy, Routledge, Abingdon, pp. 55.
[28] Williams, B. op. cit, pp. 15.
[29] This is an imagined maxim for a promise-breaker very similar to the one given by Elliot Sober on page 452 of the previously cited Core Questions in Philosophy.
[30] And emotivism’s sister expressivism, which I thought it unnecessary to mention
[31] Macfarquhar, L. September 5 2011, ‘How to be Good’, The New Yorker, viewed 5 April 2015.
<http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2011/09/05/how-to-be-good>
[32] Nietzsche, F. 1882, The Gay Science. Found, however, on the website Good Reads, viewed on 6 April 2015.
<http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/22827-god-is-dead-god-remains-dead-and-we-have-killed>
[33] The fact that you can’t live a completely moral life and be happy is illustrated well by Susan Wolf’s article “Moral Saints”. The other I take to be self-evident.