Never alone.
Always unfulfilled obligations to keep me company.


Stevan Harnad
Just go to youtube and type in Lutz bachstiftung. Listen to the cantatas, “new” ones being added every few weeks, az egyik gyönyörübb mint a másik, and listen to the workshops, and the remarkably gifted Lutz, as he conducts and as he plays and sings (all voices and all instruments) and explains its metaphorical relation to the text (scripture, poems, sermons).
Ironically, even paradoxically, this is all at odds with the primitive and repugnant truths I’m learning (or rather realizing what I already sensed) about what religions (false supernatural and superstitious cults, all) really are, from the 5 pages of nightly headway that I am making on Scholem’s 1000-page historical treatise on the “false” messiah.
All messiahs are false, and all their preachings are just hermeneutics — human logomancy vainly striving to “resolve” the blatant contradiction (“paradox”) between holy writ and reality with the inexhaustible resources of symbolism and symbolic interpretation.
Ironic, because that’s also what Bach was doing, sublimely.
I have no resolution, except that music, like all experience, is just feeling – feelings that have carried humans to great “heights” (high compared to what?) and also propelled their descent to the basest and vilest of depths – both symbolized and incarnated in the sacrificing of the real , suffering lamb to the false, fictional deities – barbaric, willful sadism that is then shamelessly appropriated as symbolic of the “martyrdom” of the messiah.
Yet I seem to be savoring Bach and Lutz as the epicure savors his mutton or the mystic his supernal communion…

Anything that makes life less-worse for the victims is welcome (but watch out for hidden poison that entrenches their miserable fate even deeper)
Preserving non-stun slaughter for “freedom of cult (or culture)” is an abomination: Freedom of belief, yes, but not freedom of barbaric practice (slavery, genital mutilation, animal “sacrifice,” gladiator sports, rodeos…)
And, ceterum censeo, no sentient creature should ever be harmed praeter necessitatem, i.e., beyond necessity for survival (as in the case of conflict of life/death interest between obligate carnivores and their prey, including the few remaining human subsistence hunting/fishing habitats – none of which are in the UK.
Pete Wells’s NY Times restaurant review
has all the moral (and aesthetic) depth
of a mid 18th-century southern US erotic cotton-underwear fancier’s
sneering assessment
of erotic synthetic-cotton underwear
from an abolitionist manufacturer.
I had known about Sapolsky as a neuroendocrinologist and primatologist but had not (and have not) read his popular works. So I just looked at part of his latest podcast interview about the book he’s writing now about free will. It’s a self-help kind of book, as I suspect many of his books are. He writes about how all the genetic and experiential factors that influence what we do leave no room for free will, but that there’s still some “hope for change” because of the way that thinking, even though it is “determined,” can change brain states in ways that are not possible in other animals. I suspect this is wrong (about other animals) but it might well be another way of trying to counter depression about the feeling of helplessness. This is not the aspect of the question of free will that I (personally) find interesting. It’s the usual self-helpy, me-me obsession that not only such pop books are full of, and cater to, but I think it misses the point about what really matters, and that is not about me.Â
But that’s just about me. As to free will, I agree with Sapolsky that there is no “independent” causal force – in the brain, or anywhere else – that influences the causal pattern of events. It’s all unfolding mechanically by cause and effect since the Big Bang. That it seems otherwise is probably just due to two things:
(1) Uncertainty; there are many causal factors we don’t know and that cannot be known and predicted, so there are many “surprises” that can be interpreted as interlopers, including me and my “decisions”. The physicists say that uncertainty is not just that of statistical uncertainty (we can’t predict the weather or who will win the lottery, but not because it is not all causally determined, but just because we don’t know all the causal details); there’s supposedly also “quantum uncertainty” which is not just that we don’t know all the causal details but that some of the causal details are indeterminate: they somehow come out of nothing. (This could be true — or our understanding of quantum mechanics today may be incomplete. But in any case it has nothing to do with free will. It’s the same in all of the inanimate universe, and would have been the same even if there weren’t living, seemingly autonomous organisms — and especially one species that thinks it’s an exception to the causal picture).
(2) More important and relevant (at least in my understanding of the FW question) is the undeniable fact that FW is a feeling: Just as seeing red, hearing a loud sound, or feeling tired feels like something – and feels like something different from seeing green, hearing a faint sound or feeling peppy — so stumbling because you lost your balance or because someone pushed you feels like something, and something different from doing it deliberately. And that same feeling (of “volition”) applies to everything you do deliberately, rather than inadvertently. That’s why I think the full-scale FW puzzle is already there in just a lowly Libet-style button press: deciding whether and when to do it, and, when you do, feeling as if “I” am the one who made it happen. It’s not a cosmic question, but a very local question, and, under a microscope, either a trivial one or, more likely, a special case of a much bigger unsolved puzzle, which is why do sentient organisms feel anything at all, whether redness, loudness, fatigue or volition? (In fact volition is the biggest puzzle, because the puzzle is a causal one, and sensations just happen to you, whereas voluntary action feels like something you are yourself causing.
The fact that there exist states that it feels like something to be in, is true, and sentient organisms all know what it feels like to feel. (That’s the only substantive part of Descartes’ “Cogito”.)
It’s also true that what has been lately dubbed the “hard problem” (but used to be called the “mind/body problem) is really just the problem of explaining, causally, why and how organisms feel. Darwinian evolution only requires that they be able to do, and be able to learn to do, whatever is needed to survive and reproduce. What is the causal contribution of feeling to the Darwinian capacities to do? What is the causal value-added of feeling? No one knows (though there are lots of silly hypotheses, most of them simply circular).
Well the FW problem (I think) is just a particular case of the hard problem of the causal role of feeling, probably the most salient case.
And it’s not the metaphysical problem of the causal power of sentient organisms’ “will” or “agency” (a misnomer) in the universe. Organisms are clearly just causal components of the causal unfolding of the universe, not special ringers in the scheme of things.
But the puzzle remains of why they think (or rather feel) that they are – or, more generally, why they feel at all.
And that question is a causal one.
The capture as well as the breeding of other sentient beings for human uses are imprisonment and slavery – involuntary – and contrary to the biological imperatives of the victims. It is anthropocentric arrogance and aggression to presume that humans have a natural (or divine) right to inflict this on other sentient beings (except in cases of vital [not commercial or hedonic] conflict of biological imperatives, such as between biologically obligate carnivores and their prey).
La capture ainsi que l’Ă©levage des autres ĂŞtres sentients pour les usages humains sont de l’emprisonnement et de l’esclavage — involontaires — Ă l’encontre des impĂ©ratifs biologiques des victimes. C’est une arrogance et une agression anthropocentriques de prĂ©sumer que les humains ont un droit naturel (ou divin) d’infliger cela Ă d’autres ĂŞtres sensibles (sauf en cas de conflit d’impĂ©ratifs biologiques [pas les intĂ©rĂŞts commerciaux ou hĂ©doniques], comme entre les carnivores biologiquement obligĂ©s et leurs proies).
That plants do feel is about as improbable as it is that animals (including humans) do not feel. (The only real uncertainty is about the very lowest invertebrates and microbes, at the juncture with plants, and evidence suggests that the capacity to feel depends on having a nervous system, and the behavioral capacities the nervous system produces.)
Because animals feel, it is unethical (in fact, monstrous) to harm them, when we have a choice. We don’t need to eat animals to survive and be healthy, so there we have a choice.
Plants almost certainly do not feel, but even if they did feel, we would have no choice but to eat them (until we can synthesize them) because otherwise we die.
Critique of What Would the Virtuous Person Eat? The Case for Virtuous Omnivorism
1. Insects and oysters have a nervous system. They are sentient beings and they feel pain.
2. It is not necessary for human health to consume sentient beings — not mammals, birds, reptiles, or invertebrates.
3. It is plants (and microbes) that do not have a nervous system and hence do not feel.
4. What is wrong is to make sentient beings suffer or die other than out of conflict of vital (life-or-death) interest.
5. Morality concerns, among other things, not harming other sentient beings.
The rest of the proposal of Christopher Bobier is unfortunately mere casuistry.
To help the victims of plant agriculture for human consumption, perhaps strive instead to develop an agriculture that is more ecological and more merciful to the sentient beings who are entangled in mass consumption by the human population.
Instead of fallacies like the call to consume some sentient victims so as to give further sentient victims the opportunity to become victims, it might be more virtuous to consider reducing the rate of growth in the number of human consumers.
De la casuistique d’un «éthicien» concernant la « vertu»
1. Les insectes et les huitres ont un système nerveux. Ils sont des êtres sentients et ils ressentent la douleur.
2. Il n’est pas nĂ©cesaire Ă la santĂ© humaine de consommer les ĂŞtres sentients — ni mammifère, ni oiseau, ni rĂ©ptile, ni invertĂ©brĂ©.
3. C’est les plantes (et les microbes) qui n’ont pas de système nerveux et donc ne ressentent pas.
4. Ce qui est mal, c’est de faire souffrir ou mourrir les ĂŞtres sentients sans nĂ©cessitĂ© vitale (conflit d’intĂ©rĂŞt de vie ou de mort).
5. La moralité concerne, entre autres, ne pas faire mal aux autres êtres sentients.
Le reste du propos de ce « scientifique » n’est que du casuistique.
Pour aider aux victimes de l’agriculture des plantes aux fins de la consommation humaine, lutter peut-ĂŞtre plutĂ´t pour dĂ©velopper une agriculture plus Ă©cologique et plus misĂ©ricordieuse envers les ĂŞtres sentients qui sont empĂ©trĂ©s dans la consommation de masse par la population humaine.
Au lieu de sophismes comme l’appel Ă consommer des de victimes sentientes pour donner l’occasion Ă davantage de victimes sentientes Ă devenir victimes, il serait peut-ĂŞtre plus vertueux de songer Ă rĂ©duire le taux de croissance du nombre de consommateurs humains…
I think it would be more informative to ask people:
If their reply to 1-4 is no, then they should forget the 10-point Hygge ladder and count themselves as happy (and consider helping those sentient beings whose reply to 1-4 is not no).
she is my inner pig,
the one I consult
to ask
whether whatever happens to be troubling me
at the time
(a paper rejected, a grant application denied, a personal disappointment)
matters.
She has just arrived at Fearman’s
at the end of days of transport,
her first glimpse of light,
thirsty, terrified,Â
after the brief eternity
of her 6-month lifetime,
confined,
in the misery and horror
of those bolted, shuttered,
cramped, suffocating,
brutal
cylindroid tubes we keep noticing
in what we had imagined
was an innocent pastoral countryside.
Now she is 45 minutes
before being brutally thrust into the CO2 chamber,
and then the foul sabre
that will sever her larynx,
and the drop
into the scalding water
to disinfect her sullied flesh,
to make it worthy
of our plates and palates.
Her answer is always the same.
No, it does not matter.
None of that matters.
Save me.
