My Left Hand

My Left Hand

Readers will want to know how my left hand is doing these days. Thanks for asking. It’s a very interesting question. My left hand is in a period of transition. Its knife throwing ability is making steady progress—getting harder and faster all the time (though still sometimes missing). It keeps on surprising me. In tennis it continues to progress, though slowly. Yesterday, playing Eddie, it really showed up for work: it is even dominating my dominant hand. It hits the ball confidently, treating my right hand as its assistant not its superior. It took a couple of years, but here it is. I owe it a debt of gratitude, because without it my tennis game would have been a shadow of its former self. I would have been greatly diminished. As to guitar, my left hand’s thumb has been making its mark in the fretting department, claiming its rightful heritage. This is actually an excellent way to play guitar—unleash the thumb! It’s starting to feel easy and natural, part of normal playing. No one is more surprised than me. A round of applause for the thumb!

But there is one more area, which I’ve been saving for last, because I never thought I would live long enough to see this happen. The other day, on a whim, I decided to see if I could do a table tennis serve with my left hand. It was pretty bad but showed signs of improvement as I repeated the action (forehand and backhand). Then I tried hitting rally shots this way; also bad, but capable of improvement. Naturally, I practiced for a couple of hours straight with commendable results. Next day I was hitting topspin smashes, forehand and backhand, with my left hand! Those of you who follow these things will know that this is a quite remarkable occurrence, and I think it’s possible only because of my other left-handed activities. Since then, I have played this way with a couple of people, a beginner and a more advanced player; I won’t say my hand shone but it put in a perfectly credible performance. At 75 I have become a left-handed table tennis player. I now have two players in me, corresponding to right and left. My brain is having to keep pace. I’m living the sinistral life. I’m a bi-manual.

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Becoming and Identity

Becoming and Identity

What is the relationship between the acorn and the tree it becomes? They look very different and one is much bigger than the other. An acorn isn’t a tree and a tree isn’t an acorn. Yet some maintain an identity between them: acorn and tree are literally one and the same (numerically). The same what? The same plant or botanical entity; the same thing. But that is not plausible; rather, the acorn becomes a tree–it turns into a tree. The acorn is no more; it no longer exists. If you point at the tree and say, “Look, the acorn is still here”, you speak falsely. A seed develops into the plant it will become; it doesn’t continue to exist alongside the plant. The oak tree is not a two-ton acorn. The predicates “acorn” and “tree” have disjoint extensions. That is the intuitively correct description of the situation. It isn’t that the acorn is summarily destroyed by turning into a tree, as if executed or dispersed to the winds. There is all the difference in the world between squashing an acorn flat and letting it grow into something else. You don’t kill the acorn by allowing it to develop into a tree; on the contrary, you allow it to fulfil its destiny. It undergoes a process of transformation; it isn’t violently deprived of life. It no longer exists after the transformation, but not because it was murdered. Transformation isn’t annihilation, akin to incineration. You don’t feel sorry for the acorn and wish it could have lived longer. There is no tragedy in growing into a fine oak tree.

The point generalizes—not only to all plants but to all organisms. Seeds and eggs are not identical to the plants and animals they will become: a rose isn’t the seed of a rose and an elephant isn’t a fertilized elephant egg. We don’t say, “What a beautiful seed!” about a rose, or “What a splendid elephant ovum!” about a full-grown elephant. No, the seeds and eggs turn into plants and animals; they cease to exist as the process of maturation proceeds. Nature permits (encourages) replacement by mature organisms; the seed performs its appointed task and then gracefully exits the scene. It doesn’t persist in the form of the eventual organism. But nothing kills it—no predator gobbles it up; it willingly transforms itself into something else. There is biological continuity without biological identity. It doesn’t bemoan its passing, and nor do we. It wasn’t stepped on or consigned to the flames. But how far does this principle extend? What about metamorphosis? Many have felt justified in claiming that identity is the operative principle: the caterpillar is identical to the butterfly. It persists in the form of a butterfly; in no whit is its existence imperiled. The butterfly is a caterpillar, a type of flying worm. It doesn’t look or behave like a worm, but it is one. This stretches credulity: the caterpillar is a worm, but the butterfly is not—as a bird is not an egg (and never was). This is not conversational implicature but logical ontology. But admitting it doesn’t mean that the caterpillar was somehow crushed or evaporated; rather, it was transformed into something else. It didn’t meet a sticky end; it generated a new biological being—and a magnificent one at that. There was construction not destruction. The caterpillar created the butterfly, gave it life, by allowing itself to be transformed. This is not a bad thing. So, I say, metamorphosis is transformation not annihilation: the caterpillar became the butterfly; the two are in the becoming relation not the identity relation. That’s how God (Nature) arranged things, and he (it) wasn’t troubled by the lack of continuing identity.

Now we come to more difficult cases. What about the fetus, and even the baby? Does the fetus still exist in the shape of a grown man? Can we say of a strapping handsome man, “What a good-looking fetus!”? It isn’t just conversational implicature that deters us from such exclamations; it simply isn’t true that the fetus still exists throughout the life of a human being. Rather, it turns into a man or woman; it becomes one of these. The fertilized egg isn’t already a man or woman, but it will become one. When? Hard to say: could be while still in the womb, could be when adolescence is broached. The very term “human being” is fraught with uncertainty and is usually reserved for later-term organisms of a certain sort. The early fetus is not a person, as this term is commonly understood, but the fetus has the power to turn into a person (as the acorn turns into a tree). Is it clearly wrong to say that the fetus stops existing when it turns into a later stage of development? Isn’t it replaced by something else, like the caterpillar and the butterfly? What do we lose by adopting this was of talking? It can still be wrong to kill the fetus, since it will produce a baby and later an adult, but the fetus doesn’t persist through these transformations; it isn’t identical to any future human being (numerically).[1]Then, what about the baby—does it also come to a timely end as maturation does its necessary work? Doesn’t the baby turn into an adolescent and then an adult, without continuing to exist the while? Isn’t the becoming relation what we want not the identity-through-time relation? Granted, you can continue to exist when changing jobs or locations, but can you really continue to exist in a radically new form—bigger, hairier, stronger, more intelligent? Think of a massive body-builder: he is nothing like the baby that became him. That baby was transformed beyond recognition. What if children changed color, shape, and even internal anatomy when they reached adulthood (like a butterfly)—wouldn’t we then balk at the identity talk? Eggs, larvae, flying insects: different entities held together only by the becoming relation; no identity required.

Time to get really tough: tables, statues, and personal fission cases. A piece of wood may become a table through the actions of a carpenter: are the two things identical? Evidently not, since the wood was not a table till made into one, and the table may revert to piece of wood status if suitably chipped away at. But does the piece of wood persist when it has become a table? Evidently, again, it does: it exists in the form of a table. The relation is composition, unlike in the acorn case (the tree is not made of an acorn). So, not all becoming involves identity loss. The piece of wood coexists with the table, but the acorn doesn’t coexist with the tree, or the fetus coexist with the adult person (he or she is not made of a fetus). It is the same with a statue: the piece of stone exists as well as the statue; it doesn’t perish or disappear. So, we have existence-preserving becoming as well as existence-losing becoming. Can there be intermediate cases—what if some physical part of the acorn carries on existing in the tree? But the harder case is that of fission of the self: what if a person (self) divides into two? It has become customary to say that the person survives in two different individuals: but is this description compulsory? The acorn doesn’t survive in the shape of a tree, so why should the original person survive in the case of fission? Why not say the original person becomes two people but doesn’t himself survive? The standard argument is that fission is not regarded as equivalent to death, as if it were not different from outright incineration. But this is not a convincing argument, because the same is true of acorns and trees (etc.): the acorn doesn’t survive, but this is not like being burned or stamped on. Becoming is not a bad way to go—happens all the time. If I slowly and naturally transform into two new people, I don’t regard this as equivalent to being burned to ashes. A human-like species that reproduced this way would not be regarded as a killing-ground—any more than fetuses transforming into adults is regarded as mass murder. Thus, fission doesn’t have to be taken as survival of the original person; it can be taken as a case of (existence-loss) becoming. The becoming relation is not the survival relation, or some weak and peculiar relation of continuity; it’s actually quite intimate and preservative, being dictated by the structure of the original entity (DNA etc.). Our theoretical options are broader than has been supposed. The choice is not between survival (possibly without identity) and death; we also have the relation of transformation. I think the relation of transformation (without continued existence) is actually a lot more widespread than has been recognized, and under-explored. Selves, say, tend to transform over time without any strict numerical identity through time. I am a transformation of a certain individual sixty years ago without being that individual (person, self). I have many acorns in my past.[2]

[1] The anti-abortionist might reasonably assert that abortion causes a double death: it kills the fetus and the adult it would have become, these being distinct entities. On the identity theory, there is only a single death.

[2] Unfortunately, death itself cannot be regarded as mere transformation, as if the living person is the acorn and the corpse the tree. For the corpse is not itself a living thing that might be happily traded for another living thing. Becoming a corpse is not a step up. The dead body is not some sort of flowering to which the individual has been aspiring. The transition from living being to corpse is not like the transition from fetus to adult.

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Insult

From me to Jennifer Hudin:

I feel I haven’t insulted American philosophers enough. Perhaps we should do a joint insult.
Colin
Her reply:
Would love to insult American Philosophers. I was planning to do so at the memorial.    And you are right. It is American philosophers who are the worst offenders.
Jennifer
I edited out other material.
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Bread Philosophy

Bread Philosophy

What do fire, metamorphosis, and bread have on common? Transformation. One thing becomes another thing—a better thing. Potential is unlocked; the hidden is made manifest. Nature performs miracles. Water becomes wine. Bread is made from just water and flour aided by a transformative agent (yeast). Every culture has it, but it was a human invention. Tony Shalhoub’s series on CNN has been exploring bread’s many forms and cultural significance: the world of bread. It is riveting stuff. Abby Phillip has been seen kneading dough and salivating after her regular gig refuting Republicans. Bread is in the limelight, enjoying its culinary centrality. I predict a healthy future for it. Bread is political because it unites people and delights them. It is cheap, plentiful, and vegetarian; everybody loves it. It has no downside, ethical or political. No wars are fought over it. It has an honorable history.

It is also personal. I myself have become a bread maker. Why did it take me so long? Why was I so blind? It was only a quick google away. My first efforts were strictly experimental (I enjoyed the chemistry of the process) and not entirely successful. I made the water too hot and killed the yeast. Still, it was pretty good, if rather flat; I needed to work on my rise. I just made my fourth loaf and now we are talking. Warm water, dry yeast, spoonful of sugar—bubbles, fermentation. Then the flour and some salt. Stir vigorously. But I added caraway seeds and an egg. I keep the dough moist. I don’t rush the rise. Hot oven, 30 minutes, browned crust, and there you have it: an actual loaf of bread. It really is miraculous—something from nothing (like dead wood and fire). You have performed a natural miracle. The taste is excellent, the texture perfect. You share it with your friends. It becomes part of your religion. It is a simple philosophy but an effective one: universal, democratic, creative, life-affirming, pleasurable, harmless. Tony was onto something. Bread is good. Making it is fun.

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Existence, Essence, and Time

Existence, Essence, and Time

The traditional view was that essence precedes existence: things have essences before they come to exist. This makes sense if the thing in question is designed: the designer has its essence in mind before he makes it, e.g., a carpenter making a table. It also makes sense if there is no human designer but a divine one: God had all the essences in his mind before he set about bringing the corresponding things into existence. But it is hard to make sense of if there is no designer, since there will be no mind in which the essence is, so to speak, warehoused. Where then is it? If the essence of water is H2O, did H2O precede water? That sounds decidedly peculiar, and H2O is water, so it can’t exist unless water does. Did the origin-essence of Queen Elizabeth II exist before she did: was she born of these particular parents before she was born? Granted the piece of wood that composes the table existed before the table did, but was the table composed of this piece of wood before it existed? Hardly. The whole doctrine looks radically misconceived for objects with essences that are not intelligently designed. Essence does not precede existence—though ideas of objects can precede their actual existence. Is it to be supposed that the essence of numbers preceded numbers? Does the essence of pain precede pain?

So, does existence precede essence, as Sartre famously claimed for human beings? Do things come into existence and only later acquire an essence? That is an even worse doctrine: how can a table exist and not be made of anything and have no nature? How could water acquire a chemical composition sometime after coming to exist? Things can acquire properties (“accidents”) after they come to exist, but not natures. Even human beings according to existentialism have an essence when they come to exist–their essence is unlimited freedom, absolute nothingness, pure potential. Things have to have some essence at the moment of their creation, even if they change over time; if they acquire a new essence, they also acquire a new identity. There is no such thing as having zero nature. If things have essences at all, they have them coevally with their coming to exist.

The indicated doctrine, then, is that existence and essence are simultaneous. A thing comes to have its essence at the precise moment it begins to exist, neither earlier nor later. If the coming into existence is gradual, spread out in time, so is the acquisition of essence. The table comes to exist over a few days, as the carpenter works on it, and so does its essence; it slowly gathers the essence that will define it. When the carpenter finishes making the table, he finishes giving it its essence; only then can we say that the table is essentially made of this piece of wood. If water took a while to come into existence, it also took a while to become H2O. But this sounds distinctly odd: the table comes to exist at a certain time, perhaps gradually, but it doesn’t come to have its essence at a certain time. We can’t sensibly say that things come to have an essence. We can say that they come to exist, slowly or quickly, and provide dates; but we can’t say that they come to have an essence this way. Tables exist in time, but essences don’t. It is a kind of category mistake to locate essences in time, so we can’t say that they precede or postdate or are simultaneous with existence. This is not the “logical grammar” of essence. It is not true that essence precedes existence, nor that existence precedes essence, nor that the two are simultaneous—because these are all nonsensical statements. It is perfectly true that ideas of things can precede the existence of those things, and also true that things can come to exist without yet being fully formed (e.g., human beings); but it is not true (because nonsensical) that existence and essence can precede each other or occur simultaneously. It is a conceptual blunder.[1]

[1] Some might see here a reason to deny essence altogether, since if there were such a thing it ought to make sense. I wish Kripke had written Timing and Necessity.

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Thumb Fretting

Thumb Fretting

As dedicated readers know, I am all about the hand. Lately, my left hand has been impressing me mightily: it has been throwing knives with confidence and panache; it has really come into its own on the tennis backhand; and its fingers have been performing nimbly on the guitar. Even my left baby (“little”) finger has been out to prove itself and has won several medals. However, I have not come before you today to celebrate my left hand in its entirety, though that would be perfectly apropos (it is doing a handy job, even if it says so itself). Instead, I want to single out my sinistral thumb, and for a very special reason. Drum roll, please: it has learned how to fret all by itself! I mislead you not, Jeeves (and Gussy Finknottle will back me up on this). I don’t mean that boring business of the thumb peeping over the neck of the guitar to hold down the E and A strings that that annoying fellow Jimi Hendrix made canonical. Oh no: I mean playing whole licks with the thumb. I know, you don’t know what I am talking about, but remember the hand has a mind of its own (it commandeers vast areas of the brain). Today it taught me how to play guitar using only the thumb for fretting! An example might help: just as you can use only one finger to play the lick in Day Tripper, so you can employ the thumb to do the same. You just press the strings down using your thumb with the rest of your hand resting behind the neck, cradling. The great thing is that your thumb is big and strong (the Goliath of digits) and does what you tell it to do. It has been dying to demonstrate its mettle on the strings, as opposed to lurking unseen behind the neck. There is very little learning curve (Jeeves, are you still listening?). You will be amazed: your thumb will veritably dance over the strings, or else I am not Link Wray. It’s even better than your index finger! True, it is only a solitary digit, but what a digit! Within ten minutes I was playing like a thumb demon (new band: The Thumb Demons). You know what I did next: I googled the blighter. To my everlasting surprise, the search brought up nothing (except that feeble Hendrix trick). Evidently, I have invented a new way to play the guitar, or my left hand has. Credit where credit is due. I will keep you posted on future developments… Jeeves, to where have you disappeared, old chap?

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Psychology of Philosophy

Psychology of Philosophy

Probably every field of study has its own distinctive type of psychology. A certain type of mind will be drawn to a particular subject. It is not difficult to see how this pairing proceeds. If you are interested in people, you will naturally be drawn to psychology; not so if you are fascinated by numbers. If words fascinate you, linguistics will attract you. It is safe to say that historians are interested in the past, but not so much in general theories. A fondness for animals may lead you into zoology. A desire to travel may bring you to geography. If the stars grab your attention, astronomy may be your calling. If money excites you, economics may be your chosen area of study. Certain talents and abilities will figure into this: what you were good at in school. Extraversion or introversion may take you in one direction or another (e.g., politics). But what psychology orients people towards philosophy? That is not so obvious, given that philosophy has no well-defined subject-matter. Would anybody say they had a childhood fascination with concepts? Is it a love of paradoxes and puzzles? Is it a desire to argue? None of that sounds very plausible. Is it simply masochism? My best explanation is that it is a liking for certain sorts of language—philosophical language. The words resonate in your head; they feel good on the tongue. They seem impressive, profound. The philosophical personality is linguistically primed, smitten with the jargon, enamored of the sound of the sentences. It isn’t that philosophy is about a certain range of objects; it’s the way it talks that engages the passions. The philosophical personality above all wants to speak like a philosopher—to be master of the vocabulary. He or she may also have a weakness for depth and difficulty, and the language of the subject is thought to help with overcoming this weakness; the philosopher is a deep speaker as well as a deep thinker. A philosophical education is largely acquiring a certain kind of verbal skill—in speech and writing. You learn how to talk the talk.

This connects with a certain characteristic of philosophy: the tendency to be enamored of certain words and phrases. These may come and go; they seldom persist forever. Here is a selective list: form, substance, idea, fact, experience, reason, a priori, a posteriori, analytic, synthetic, necessary, contingent, analysis, logical form, truth condition, criterion, identity, family resemblance, speech act, sense-datum, rigid designation, possible world, noncognitive, normative, what it’s like, reductionist, anti-realist. Where would we be without these words? They roll so deliciously off the tongue. They sound so imposing, grand, profound, scholarly. It is a pleasure just to be around them. And yet they can be slippery, poorly defined, and misleading. The go in and out of fashion, one day greeted with an approving smile, the next with a condescending sneer (“Oh, you still believe in that rubbish”). They are, let’s face it, disturbingly meme-like: buzz words, catch-phrases, verbal tics. They are more substitutes for thought than real thought. You must have heard people (typically graduate students) who half-know how to use them or use them obsessively (“epistemological” in every sentence). They aren’t a way to think clearly but to obfuscate and bamboozle. They tend to go unexamined, trotted out not scrutinized. They lend themselves to obscure verbal altercation. This is their psychology (psychopathology)—the psychology of philosophy.

It is hard to know what to do about this situation. We can’t ban them; they perform a useful service (as memes often do). They are not all bad. The best I can suggest is that they should be handled with care, responsibly, and used in moderation. Don’t litter your speech and writing with them. Don’t rely on them to do your thinking for you. Don’t let them dominate your philosophical consciousness. Keep them at arm’s length. Be suspicious of them. I am as guilty as the next man—I use them all the time. But I feel guilty about it, as if they are shaky crutches rather than sturdy limbs. I would like to do without them, I really would; and one day I will (I tell myself). They have grown up (sprouted) over time, at certain periods, for certain purposes, and they have stuck, for good or ill; they are not the result of strict screening and rigorous peer review. So, don’t use them too easily or heavily, and only when you need to. It is not a virtue to use them but a vice (or ingrained habit). The philosopher needs to clean up his psychology: he went into the subject because of his love of the jargon (to put it unkindly) and now he needs to clean house, tidy the place up. He needs to root out the termites of thought—those insidious little memes that eat away at the foundations of reason. Or rid his mind of verbal junk, however superficially appealing (the fast food of philosophical thought). You can keep it in some form, but don’t live or die by it. Don’t let it call the shots.[1]

[1] It was a virtue of ordinary language philosophy to discourage technical jargon (though it may have gone overboard). Some people are certainly worse than others.

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Elvis, Paul, and Mick

Elvis, Paul, and Mick

Some bands achieve considerable success but without mega-success. Elvis and the Beatles created worldwide mania (and hysteria); the Who and the Troggs did not. True, Elvis and the Beatles were supremely talented and enormously productive, but their success exceeds such attributes. Why? The Stones are an intermediate case: large success but not absolute mania and adoration. You might say they were not as musically gifted as the Beatles and Elvis, but the difference in popularity and impact exceeds this gap. The answer is staring us in the face, literally, and it is undeniable. Elvis and the Beatles were extremely handsome—the girls loved them. You might say that Elvis was more handsome than the Beatles, and that would be true, but Paul McCartney rivaled Elvis for good looks. As the other Beatles recognized, Paul was incredibly good-looking; he had the Elvis touch. I suggest, then, that this was the missing ingredient in the popularity of these two entities—Elvis Presley on the one hand and John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr on the other. They would not have achieved the level of success they enjoyed were it not for the good looks of Elvis and Paul. The girls adored them and the boys envied them. Physical beauty is the key. Once a specimen like that opens his mouth to sing the floodgates simultaneously open—so long as he has a good voice (and both did). It isn’t musical genius but physical appearance that makes the difference. No one in the Who had that degree of male magnetism (and only Paul had it in the Beatles, though the other lads were also pretty handsome). Elvis and Paul were gorgeous. As to Mick, well, he’s not in that league, but I venture to suggest that Mick’s face is what led to the extreme success enjoyed by the Stones in their heyday (Pete Townsend in his autobiography confesses that he fancied Mick). Mick was undoubtedly a very sexy guy. He wasn’t a god, like Elvis and Paul, but he had it going on. The reason the Stones were massive, and still pull big crowds, is Mick’s physical attractiveness. Even if the Beatles and the Stones had made only their first few records, they would still have been bigger than all the other bands in sheer popularity. Elvis, Paul, and Mick: three incredibly attractive bastards. This is what tipped them into mega-success (Queen, say, stood no chance).

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