My Novels

My Novels

How should my novels be interpreted? I wrote them, so I should know. There are two: Bad Patches and The Space Trap. The first title suggests both bad patches in a life and bad patches in a person—and their interplay. The second title might suggest a science fiction story, but actually refers to the fact that we are trapped in space existentially. David Green is the anti-hero of BP and Alan Swift is the protagonist of ST. Green is unripe, Swift is fast-moving. Dave is a coarse foul-mouthed would-be artist on the make; Alan is a mild-mannered insurance clerk with a wife and family. BP is about the tension between art and morality; ST is about the tension between home and abroad. The characters are trapped in these tensions, riven by them. The first is a punk existentialist novel, the second a domestic drama set on two continents. The first is first-person narrated, the second third-person. Both are comedies with nasty bits. The author puts them through it, chuckling in the background. Neither character is remotely like him. It would be hard to say that either character is very likable, especially the artist (pungent is the best you could say of him). Alan is a bit of a blank slate in search of an identity; he has a punishing imaginative life. He seems on the brink of fading away. Dave is very in-your-face.

What are the literary antecedents to these tales of modern man? BP looks back to Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Grey) and James Joyce (Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man) and before them Plato. It drastically updates these works, and even surpasses Martin Amis for grimy yob characters. The reader is drawn into reading about Dave’s “adventures” in 1980s London—he or she feels the lure of art, even when morally transgressive. In the case of ST, the obvious references are to Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels and Homer’s Odyssey: the contrast between domestic life and the life of Elsewhere. Alan is both claustrophobic and agoraphobic, full of fear. His imaginary self leads another life altogether. He escapes from Holloway (geddit?) to New York and a new identity, only to be forced back home. We don’t know what will befall him. Dave Green ends his story bored and restless after seeking security and love. Neither escapes the tension in which they are enmeshed.   

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Quasi-Empiricism

Quasi-Empiricism

Let’s go boldly into the dark belly of the whale, where the mysteries are as thick as whale blubber. We will strain to see, but we may come back with some nuggets of gold. No one knows the origin of concepts, or their inner nature, or even their appearance (do they ever actually appear?); but we have our theories, which contain elements of truth. These theories have names: empiricism and rationalism (or nativism).[1] It is generally agreed that neither theory is sufficient by itself: ideas are not simply copies of impressions, but involve substantial transformations, indeed metamorphoses; and innate concepts need an eliciting stimulus, a sensory trigger. These are not minor amendments: the mind has to operate on sensory input to produce anything worthy of the name “concept”, converting a perceptual sow’s ear into a conceptual silk purse; and innate concepts (if that is the right word) will not graduate to the level of thought-constituent without substantial input from the senses. A percept is not a concept, and neither is an innate schema (let’s call it that). It is really a mystery how empiricism could be true, and equally a mystery how rationalism could be true. In fact, they both look incapable of being true, being species of miracle. Thinking isn’t perceiving, and neither is it some sort of genetically determined configuration in the embryonic brain. Concepts aren’t residues of fleeting perceptual encounters, and neither are they brute instincts like a tendency towards diabetes. They are more than either of those things. A concept is a constituent of a thought or it is nothing—a mere potentiality. We might as well say that concepts are innate in perceived objects (or impressions thereof), or that they are acquired from the genome—both of which are baffling pronouncements. Is whale blubber innate in the ocean or is it acquired from the ocean? Well, neither, or both, though it is tied to the ocean (that’s where the plankton live). Causality is not the same as constitution: concepts are somehow caused by objects via perception, according to empiricism; and they are also somehow caused by the genes via heredity, according to rationalism. But they are not reducible to either: objects don’t think, and neither does DNA. Causal chains, yes; constitution, no. It’s a whale’s belly in there.

What is strange is that no one has ever offered to fuse the two theories. Why not correct the deficiencies of empiricism and rationalism by amalgamating them? Each provides a necessary condition for concept existence, but only together do they provide a sufficient condition (plus a dose of mysterious blubber). We thus obtain what I am calling quasi-empiricism and quasi-rationalism. A concept is a combination of a sensory element and an innate element; it has a kind of double identity. For example, the concept square results from a combination of perceptions of square things and a genetic structure encoding squareness (in some way we don’t understand). The former interacts with the latter to produce a thought-constituent, helped by the cognitive system. Experience working on instinct gives thought. Not that any of this is well understood, or at all understood, but it is an evident fact. The innate schema doesn’t miraculously unfold over time of its own accord, but is elicited and shaped by input from the senses; while the experience is massaged by the innate structure to give what we recognize as a concept. Instinct and experience work together to produce thought: a thought is made of these two interacting elements. It’s not either-or but both-together. We thus have a grand synthesis of empiricism and rationalism. To be concrete, a concept like red has both an innate genetic component and an acquired experiential component; it is a synthesis of the two. A concept like even number likewise synthesizes innate endowment and sense experience (such as calculating experience with numbers). Both empiricism and rationalism are true, though without their exclusivity. That old dichotomy was a mistake. All thought has roots in the genes and in the perceived environment, the endogenous and the exogenous. Hence, quasi-empiricism and quasi-rationalism. We have no name for this composite theory, so we need to coin one; I will call it “empirical rationalism” for want of a better name—or “emp-rat”. In its most extreme form empirical rationalism holds that all concepts are both innate and acquired, non-sensory and sensory. Structurally, the theory is like Frege’s theory of sense and reference: a two-factor theory, a dual component theory.[2] It follows from it that all thought and knowledge (conceptual knowledge) is a combination of the senses and instinct—the passing show and the original position. All cognition is a gene-environment double act; none comes exclusively from the genes or exclusively from the environment. The traditional opposition between reason and sense-experience is therefore bogus. The innate shapes the acquired and simultaneously relies on the acquired. A concept is the upshot of both working harmoniously together. Epistemology is a tango performed by the genes and the sense organs. Each needs the other and the result is thought as we know it.

The old dichotomy runs through all subsequent epistemology, as each side stakes out its territory. But the epistemologists never thought to compromise and reach an agreement (like Catholics and Protestants). Ideology hardened. A dogma of empiricism was that nothing is innate; a dogma of rationalism was that the rational mind is free of sensory taint. But lurking beneath this ideological schism was the uncomfortable truth that sense experience alone is impotent to produce conceptual thought and instinct alone is similarly impotent. Sensation needs to be restructured, re-imagined, reconstituted; while innate programs need to be linked to the sensory systems and brought online. Abstraction won’t do to generate concepts from object-perceptions, and elicitation by experience does not do justice to the degree of transformation wrought on those innate genetic schemas (whatever they are). Both are mere potentiality without the other to fill them out. The concept red is a hybrid, and so is the concept two. It would not be alien to this viewpoint to admit degrees of empiricism and rationalism: the concept red might be more sensory than the concept two. Different types of concepts could combine the innate and the perceived in different ways and to different degrees, but all would involve a mixture of some sort. The essence of empirical rationalism is that all concepts are a bit of both, of necessity; concepts can’t live without both sources of sustenance. And notice that the theory goes right down to basic concepts: there are no purely sensory concepts and no purely ratiocinative concepts. The conceptual mind is simultaneously full of the genetic past and also of the sensory present (as well as the sensory past). “I think, therefore I have an innate genetic form and an acquired sensory history.” We can deduce, from the nature of thought, that thinkers are both innately programmed and open to experience. There are no blank slates and no experiential shut-ins—on pain of not being able to think at all. In concepts the innate and the acquired merge indissolubly together.[3]

[1] See my Inborn Knowledge (2015) for a discussion of empiricism and nativism.

[2] Some readers may recall my old paper “The Structure of Content” (1982), which develops a bipartite theory of meaning and content of a different sort. The basic general principle is that two things are better than one.

[3] It is true that people have recognized that organisms and organs are the result of both factors, but they have drawn the line at concepts for some reason—here they are purists. My position is that we can extend the usual nature-nurture, instinct-history, analysis to concepts. Everything cognitive is both.

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Concepts of Mind

Concepts of Mind

We have concepts of mind, but where do they come from? According to a hallowed tradition, they come from the mind itself, or rather our perception of it. Just as we get our concepts of external objects from external objects (in both senses of “object”), so we get our concepts of internal objects from internal objects. The cause is the same as the object (in the “intentional object” sense). This view seems so obvious as to be hardly worth mentioning, but there have been dissenters: Wittgenstein for one, eliminative materialists for another (you can’t get the concepts from the objects if the objects don’t exist—non-existent objects don’t cause anything). And indeed, there is something funny about the idea: for we don’t see or otherwise sense our own minds (or the minds of others); nor can we point to them in acts of ostensive definition. They are not laid out in space, displayed for us to attend to and perform mental operations upon (comparing, abstracting). Such operations are already obscure enough, we hardly need any more obscurity. Nor is it clear what the content of such putative concepts is—states, processes, events, dispositions, etc.?[1] Animals and young children seem not to have them. They seem distinctly fishy, though hard to dispense with; they certainly have a function. We feel that they don’t really do justice to what they purport to denote—as if the mind itself lies at some distance from them. They are more labels than descriptive devices, not really vehicles of intimate knowledge. They don’t enable us to grasp what they refer to, though it certainly seems to be something. Altogether, a bit of a conundrum. Really not like beetles in a box, but then again what else might they be? There is a kind of gap between concept and object, word and thing. The suit doesn’t fit the figure; it is shapeless and the trousers are too short. Our mental language is lacking in lucidity. Its ontology is peculiar—unlike our ontology of the external world (the world of solid substances in space). If it came directly from the mind itself, surely it would be less perplexing, more apt and revealing. So, maybe it doesn’t come from the mind, real though the mind is. Our mental concepts might be about the mind but not derived from it. They might be imposed on the mind rather than extracted from it.

But where else might our mental concepts come from? God can’t help us, because he would have done a better job of constructing them (among other things). Call this “the origin problem of mental concepts”. I have a solution to this problem, but you are not going to like it—I don’t like it myself (except in a perverse way). It is this: we get our mental concepts from the external world. Locke thought that we get our concepts of the external world from the external world and that we get our concepts of the internal world from the internal world (by good old-fashioned “abstraction”); I say we get our concepts of the internal world from the external world. “Nonsense!” you reply, and I sympathize; it is a kind of nonsense—for our mental language (and its concepts) is a kind of nonsense. We think of the mind by analogy with our concepts of the external world (not a novel thought)—that is, we transfer our external concepts to the mind. But, you reply, we don’t get our concept of belief, say, by first attributing it to external reality and then directing it inward—we don’t think rocks think! True enough, though anthropomorphism is not uncommon. But don’t take me too woodenly: the idea is that we modify our raw perceptions so as to produce an analogue concept, which we then happily employ inwardly. Remember that our concepts of external things are not just a matter of copying or peeling off or attenuating; an elaborate creative act is performed to derive the concept from the percept (which is quite mysterious).[2] So, we can allow that perception of external objects serves as (indispensable) input to the creation of a kind of sub-concept applicable to the mind. Belief, say, is a state of an object that has a complex structure—like a bridge or tree or animal body. We have beliefs in the way an external object has a property—as an animal has an anatomy or a crystal a shape. We don’t gaze at the inner object and veridically read off its nature; rather, we use our prior acquaintance with external objects to furnish us with a passable representation of our inner world (notice the same move in that last phrase). A pain is like a bolt of lightning or a bloody accident or a loud noise: it has their ontological form. We conceive the inner on the model of the outer. Thus, we derive our mental concepts from our physical concepts—though we don’t reduce the mental to the physical. Our concept-generation module works hard on perceptions of physical things to produce our mental concepts, as we like to call them. These concepts are tacitly physical in origin. The concept of the self (“I”) is derived (at least in part) from our concepts of bodies, including our own, not from direct introspection of the self as an inner object. The reason for this is that we have no alternative: it can’t be done by means of some alleged inner perception-plus-abstraction procedure. What we have here is a case of conceptual transfer or transformation, akin to grammatical transformations or biological transformations. I don’t doubt that the human imagination, a highly creative faculty, plays a part in this; we imagine the mind as a kind of inner landscape—but we don’t perceive it that way. We conceive the mind imaginatively on the model of the external world (“imagining-as”).

Think of it this way: we have become used to the idea that the mind projects itself onto external things, as when we call external objects “red” based on an antecedent use of “red” for sensations; well, what I am suggesting is the inverse of this—introjecting the outer onto the inner. We can describe the external world using terms originally designed to describe the internal world, and we can also do the converse. Our mental language is a kind of transposition of our physical language, suitably processed and modified; it isn’t independently created by direct methods (the same might be said of our mathematical language). We are exploiting our conceptual derivation apparatus. This explains the ill-fitting character of our mental concepts, the sense of inadequacy or remoteness. We are playing the wrong language-game, but we have no other, and it works well enough in everyday life. Language and thought did not initially evolve so as to enable us to describe our inner life, but rather to negotiate the external world. It later enabled us to talk about our mind by building on what existed previously (like all evolutionary adaptations). Naturally, it isn’t a perfect fit, but then it doesn’t have bespoke origins; the wonder is that it works at all. Of course, we simultaneously described the external world in mentalistic terms, so our conceptual reach was never sharply confined; we freely mixed the two. Our psychological conceptual scheme is a make-do on-the-job cobbled-together construction, not an ideal language laid down by some perfection-loving deity. But we take it for granted and have learned to live with it. It is like the work of a child genius.[3]

[1] See my “Ontology of Mind” and other works.

[2] See my “Quasi-Empiricism”.

[3] It is always salutary to take an evolutionary diachronic perspective on the mind and not adopt an oversimplified synchronic perspective.  Human language and the human conceptual scheme are cumulative affairs with a history, some parts older than other parts. We adapt the old to the new.

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A Dutchman

Dear professor Colin McGinn,

First of all I want to say ‘Thank You‘ for having written such insightfull and brain-teasing (pun intended;-) books and articles on mind, soul, body & their possible interactions!
I’ve tried to contradict TN, most recently during a holiday in France this summer, but alas, my arguments thus far didn’t hold so I’m afraid I will remain, at least for the time being, an adherent of sorts…
Fortunately, a former teacher of mine (and now colleague, the two of us being on the brink of retirement together), Jan Bransen of Nijmegen University, already mentioned you with lots of approval some thirty years ago, so I’m not the only Dutchman who came under your spell;-).
Secondly, I feel urged to express my fierce indignation over the CA some people tried to play on you! Leaving a person at the mercy (sic) of social media that will never be cleansed nor wiped away should, in my opinion, be most severely punished – to begin with, it has nothing to do whatsoever with your acumen and esprit de finesse as a philosopher.
So again: many thanks, kind regards and best wishes:
Mart van der Hiele
[MA (Latin&Greek languages, Leyden University), BA (phil/theol); currently teaching at Hendrik Pierson College, Zetten, The Netherlands, Department of Classics. I’m especially fond of the Ancient sceptics, and along the track I came across a certain C. McGinn, which I don’t regret in the least;-]
You will not find an American willing to say this.
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Letter from Robert K.

Colin:
I love the piece. I took the liberty of appending a healthy portion of it to your Landscape entry, lengthening what was already the longest entry. I think it is important to stress your position, particularly your current way of thinking, because your “mysterianism” is a core contribution to the M-B Problem, and it has been misconstrued by some who don’t understand and misapplied by others who have an agenda.
As always, any and all edits welcome.
Warm regards,
Robert

 

Great, Robert. You really do understand it. I don’t know why others don’t—I suspect they just don’t want to.

Have you ever wondered how Chalmers ever got anywhere? He has nothing original to say and keeps saying it.

Colin

 

On Jul 18, 2026, at 6:09 AM, Colin <cmg124@aol.com> wrote:
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Problems of Consciousness

Problems of Consciousness

Think back to the time when we had very little knowledge of the brain, but substantial knowledge of consciousness and the mind generally. We didn’t even know that the brain is the organ of the body responsible for the mind, or that any bodily organ is (it might emanate from an astral plane or some such). It is a mystery which bodily part is bound up with the mind. Is it the heart or the stomach or the brain? Then it is discovered that the brain is the organ in question, whatever that mysterious organ is. We gradually begin to unravel the brain mystery: the brain consists of cells called “neurons” (they could have been called “quarks”) that have a distinctive structure (nucleus, dendrites, axons), visible under a microscope. We even discover the nerve impulse and begin to figure out how it works (electrochemical processes of inhibition and excitation). Another mystery solved, or partially solved. So, now we know what implements conscious processes in the brain: we know what underlies mental phenomena, as well as which organ is responsible. We are beginning to map the correlates of consciousness in the brain. Good progress so far; we might reasonably hope that other remaining mysteries will be solved, especially given the progress we are making in understanding the physiology of other organs of the body.

But other mysteries remain that call for even more strenuous intellectual efforts: for example, why does consciousness exist? What does it do for its possessor in furthering its life prospects? Here we may turn to the idea of behavioral complexity or flexibility or adaptability: the mind is what enables animals to behave in intelligent complex ways. Then the question becomes how the brain enables this property of mind. Admittedly, this is a steeper problem—even a full-blown mystery. But some genius comes up with a promising idea: the brain consists of an enormous number of these neuron thingummies and they communicate with each other. Other organs may also have enormous numbers of constituent cells, but they don’t talk to each other the way neurons do—they don’t transmit information across the entire organ (think of the corpus callosum). Complex intelligent behavior is based in the complex communicative processes of the brain. Now this is admitted not to remove all perplexity about consciousness in relation to behavior, but it looks like a feasible explanation of one aspect of consciousness. We know why consciousness exists, given that it allows for adaptive complexity; and the brain is what confers this power on it. The powers of the mind are rooted in the powers of the brain as a multicellular holistic rapid-fire processor of information, or so our genius assures us (and it sounds plausible enough). If we go on to ask why all this behavioral fancy footwork, we can appeal to evolutionary theory—complexity aids survival. Thus, we have solved many mysteries of consciousness (as well as the unconscious); in particular, we have solved the problem of the means by which the mind exerts its remarkable behavioral powers. It looks as if we have got consciousness under good explanatory control—as good as the heart, lungs, stomach, etc. Those old mysteries have now disappeared.

But one mystery still stands stubbornly out—the how mystery. How does the brain, in all its holistic informational complexity, produce consciousness? How do those blessed little neurons, numerous and talkative as they are, give rise to (conjure up) the rich pageantry of conscious experience? How does the cheap plonk of the brain get transformed into the exotic cocktail of the mind? Gee, that’s a tough one (much head scratching ensues). In other words, the adamantine core of the mind-body problem has not been solved. We know the which, the what, the when, the means, the why, and the to-what-end—but we don’t know the how. Isn’t that odd? All that impressive mystery-solving and yet no progress with this mystery! Shouldn’t we have solved the how-problem long ago? Thus, we are faced with a meta-mystery: the mystery of why the how problem is so mysterious. It makes one think that nature can’t really be behaving very mysteriously with respect to this problem; the mystery is not a de re metaphysical mystery, but a human-intellect mystery, i.e., a function of our peculiar mental set-up. It’s a blind-spot, a scotoma, an area of cognitive paralysis, a mote of dirt in the mind’s eye. It’s the work of the Devil not God. It’s a bug in the human cognitive system not a sign of the miraculous. The mystery is boring, considered objectively. This is my positive solution to the philosophical mind-body problem: it’s an artifact of our biological nature as finite flawed limited creatures—like back pain or the appendix or the vagus nerve. It’s not a symptom of our intrinsic amazingness. Consciousness is no more objectively amazing than fur or teeth; indeed, less so, because the lack of knowledge in this area serves no discernable purpose. We just happen to be dumb about the how-problem of consciousness, that’s all, though not so dumb about the other problems of consciousness. It isn’t deep or profound or earth-shattering. It isn’t as if the neuron is coated with invisible other-worldly glitter. The brain is as dull as the liver sub specie aeternitatus. The severity of a problem has nothing intrinsically to do with its ontology, but everything to do with its cognitive psychology. No doubt the brain is more than we currently suppose, but that more is not a step into the Land of Oz. Nature is natural, tautologically so. The mechanism (I use the word advisedly) that explains how the brain produces consciousness is not one of those with which we are already familiar: the lungs extracting oxygen, the stomach exuding acid, the kidneys filtering, the bowels pulverizing, the hand squeezing. But it is not in principle of a different metaphysical order; after all, it has only neurons to work with. So, let’s not go all gooey and dualistic over it, godly and spiritual. The consciousness of a frog is no less natural than its moistness or warty skin. But we are damned if we can see it that way. The problem lies in the eye of the beholder.

To sum up: consciousness is mostly not mysterious (anymore), and what remains a mystery cannot be inherently and objectively any different. It is, however, a mystery why it is a mystery; the existence of the mystery is itself a puzzle. It seems to have something to do with our means of acquiring knowledge of empirical reality, i.e., by the senses plus some rules of inference. But knowledge is quite mysterious too, so we lack a clear explanation of the existence of the how-mystery of consciousness. We know the mystery is there, but we are ignorant about what leads to it. We thus suffer from a meta-mystery. Many things about the conscious mind are not mysterious, or not totally mysterious, but one thing is—and that fact is something of a mystery. We have the how-mystery and the mystery of that mystery.[1]

[1] What if the mind-brain relation were not a mystery at all, like the stomach-digestion relation, but that one organ of the body was deeply mysterious to us because of some quirk in our cognitive psychology, say the lungs? Wouldn’t that seem extraordinary? But the mystery would be skin-deep, so to speak, given that the lungs work in the way we know they do. It would be misguided to adopt a dualist metaphysics of the lungs, regarding them as proof of God’s existence. The lungs and the brain are biological products, no matter how hard they may be to understand (in some respects). The case is rather like trying to understand a non-human language with a human brain, or see a color outside of the normal human range with human eyes.

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Bad Patches


Dave Green arrives in London with nothing. He is an artist, in search of success. Success does not come easy. His sufferings may or may not bring him redemption.

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  • 3 out of 5 stars
    The Stranger Redux?
    Reviewed in the United States on 13 February 2014

    I had read a couple of Colin McGinn’s serious works a few years ago and happened upon Bad Patches. Liking his philosophical work I imagined this novel to be part philosophical, part literary. He claimed in the introduction that there is no philosophy to be found in the novel, however.

     

    The best I can say about it is that it might be sort of similar to Camus’ The Stranger. “Dave” lives a moment-by-moment life. He does give thought to the future, however, which is different. He also reminds me of Holden Caulfield from Cathcer in the Rye.

     

    I found myself wondering much more about the author than the novel itself. I wondered if McGinn simply wanted to show us the worst of characters out there to demonstrate a contrast with a thoughtful society? I wondered if he just does so much philosophy that he just needed to let of some steam. I wondered about McGinn’s true character, and if his narrator was his imagined alter-ego. I wondered many things and kept reading.

     

    They say one shouldn’t judge the author, just the work. That is hard to do.

     

    It held my attention. And it was funny. McGinn has a way with words which makes this lively to those with appreciation for description and style. I was deeply offended much of the time, but read on, hoping for some justice.

  • 5 out of 5 stars
    Who thought that a great philospher could write great literature?
    Reviewed in the United States on 27 September 2013

    The philosopher Colin McGinn has achieved what has likely been done few times before.

     

    World-renowned in the field of philosophy for his extensive writings, teachings, lectures; at the forefront in the philosophy fields of logic, language, and metaphysics; the father of new mysterianism, the theory that the human brain has limitations and is incapable of understanding how consciousness occurs, Dr. McGinn has now turned his hand to literature and has demonstrated that, with dedication and effort, a great mind can accomplish triumphs in any field.

     

    I could not put the novel down. McGinn has given us, through his insightful and inspired writing and his sharp wit, an astute presentation of the dilemma faced by many artists and authors and musicians: Be brilliantly creative and miserable while living a life where you don’t know who you’ll be with or where you’ll live or what you’ll be doing next week; or be happy – but creatively deadened – while living a stable life with a person you love.

     

    The story stays with you and leaves you examining your own life, whether an artist or not. To top it off, McGinn’s writing is brilliant, fresh, and hilarious. His characters are so well-developed that you think you knew them yourself.

     

    I recommend this novel to anyone who enjoys great literature, to artists/authors/musicians or would-be artists/authors/musicians, to people who like cutting humor, and to people who like to read.

     

    If James Joyce were alive today, this book would be at the top of his reading list.

     

    Warning though: not for anyone under 18.

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Fetal Philosophy

Fetal Philosophy

What kind of philosophy would an intelligent fetus develop? We ourselves don’t have much active intelligence in the womb, but what if we did? What if instead of nine months we had nine years? What if the brain was fully formed by the second year of life, but we were still unborn? Surely our philosophy would reflect our situation. Let’s suppose that we received some input from outside in the form of muffled noises, as well as sensations of touch, taste, smell, and even vision—just very limited. We don’t know we are fetuses or that we have a mother and father; we have no idea that we will one day be born. Then I think it is obvious that we would be rationalist mysterians: we would think that most knowledge is a priori and innate, and that many problems are insoluble by us (despite our excellent reasoning capacities). For we have precious little in the way of sense experience, but full access to our innate endowments. We would be accomplished logicians, mathematicians, and conceptual analysts; but we would know hardly anything of the world beyond the womb by sensory means. Empiricism would not seem like an attractive doctrine. As to mysterianism, we would clearly lack most of the concepts by which we now understand the world. True, we would be womb experts and know a bit about our own bodies and minds, but we would be ignorant of the vast world existing outside the womb. We would be like the inhabitants of Plato’s cave, only worse. We would be scientific ignoramuses: no physics, chemistry, biology, astronomy, etc. We would be rational beings, by hypothesis, so we would recognize our highly limited range of knowledge. The history of fetal philosophy would accordingly be very different from the history of our normal human philosophy. It would be a history of thwarted knowledge.

What would our ethics be like? It would not include other people, except imaginatively. I conjecture it would be egoistic, i.e., not really ethical. We would have no ethics worthy of the name, because there would be no need for it. The womb-world is a pre-ethical world, i.e., ethical bliss. Fetal consciousness is not troubled by ethical concerns. What would the meaning of life be for the fetus? Being warm, cozy, and well-fed, presumably, that being the limit of fetal experience—though some restless souls might yearn for escape. I suspect life’s meaning wouldn’t be much of an issue for them, especially if they had no idea of death, having never seen it happen. In general, their emotional life would be free of anxiety, since they experience nothing to be anxious about. The bad things of life would have no reality for them, assuming they suffered no illness or physical trauma. These are non-issues for them, though all-consuming for us. Life inside the womb is not the gauntlet it is outside of the womb.

What about the problem of other minds? It too would not really exist, except as a speculative hypothesis. For the fetus encounters no being for whom the question could arise; it is the only mind so far as it is concerned. It has no problem of other-fetus minds. We could consider the question of inter-fetus contact, but assuming this not to exist in our thought experiment, we can take it that the question does not cross the solitary fetus’s mind. It is doubtful that the fetus is aware that it has a mother in whose womb it passes its days (the question of its origin is a mystery to it). It might just think this is the whole of reality—a womb universe. The fetus is a natural solipsist.

What is its philosophy of action and free will? These too are nugatory or negligible: action is very limited and freedom just a word. Does the fetus ever feel imprisoned? Doubtful, because it has no conception of a prison. Does it yearn to run free, climb mountains, ride a horse? Surely not. It isn’t being held against its will; on the contrary. But it does have a philosophy of mental action, as in imagining and thinking; so, the concept of intention enters its thoughts. Its philosophy of action is largely a philosophy of mental not bodily action, though we can suppose it moves its body a bit. It has no inclination to believe in behaviorism. The fetus is more of a mental being than a born creature is. It is disembodied before it is born. What is its philosophy of the afterlife? It finds this mystifying, but I suspect inclines to something like a cosmic mind theory. It has no attraction to materialism. It has no concept of its brain.

Does the fetus have any objective conception of the world? Can it transcend its subjective viewpoint? It will have a view of its immediate environment—warm, moist, and soft—but will this view be detached from its own modes of awareness? It will not: it won’t have a bleached-out abstract physical-biological conception of the enveloping womb. Indeed, it won’t have any objective conception of physical reality at all, given its sensory and intellectual resources. It will be totally immersed in its own subjectivity. It will have nothing like an empirical science. No distinction between primary and secondary qualities, or anything like that. It will be unable to transcend its own subjective viewpoint.

How different is our post-natal situation from the situation of the fetus? Isn’t it really a matter of degree? After all, we were all once fetuses who were removed from the womb. And isn’t planet Earth just another version of the womb, but bigger and less hospitable? The womb was once our environment, and then the Earth took over. There is no sharp line; consider the marsupial pouch. The mother feeds and protects the infant when it is no longer inside her body (we can call this the extended womb). And it isn’t as if the womb is proof against fatal catastrophe.[1]

[1] General lesson: our philosophy is not the only kind that would be produced by any intelligent being (this is not to say that philosophical truth is relative). Just as a caterpillar might have a different philosophy from a butterfly, so a womb creature might have a different philosophy from an ambulatory creature.

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