Digital Weapons

Digital Weapons

Suppose the Germans at the time of the Second World War were secretly working on a new weapon with lethal potential. The plan was to manufacture small handheld devices that could be distributed to enemy populations (how they weren’t sure). German psychologists and brain scientists had discovered that a certain kind of propaganda when administered via these devices would quickly brainwash the viewer, causing him or her to engage in local terrorist activity—or against any population Germany felt was not on its side. It could then stream this content onto the devices and turn them against the countries in which they lived, wreaking havoc. This would be a formidable weapon, sure to turn the war in Germany’s favor, and deserving concerted research and development efforts. They called it the “Digital Weapon”, or the “D-bomb” for short. As yet, it was only a glint in the eye of German scientists and difficult to implement, but the concept seemed sound. However, the allied powers got wind of this program and undertook to beat the Germans to it. American scientists declared it feasible in principle and got to work. As it happens, they did get there first and created the first generation of digital propaganda devices, which experimentation had confirmed to be effective (the German psychologists were right). They were eager to try them out on an unsuspecting enemy population. Accordingly, they dropped a large consignment of these devices onto two Japanese cities and waited to see what would happen. Predictably, the inhabitants were intrigued by the devices and downloaded the propaganda, which had a startling effect: they began to act like virtual zombies full of hatred for their own people. Soon there was violence in the streets, mass casualties, with millions killed. Japan surrendered, fearful of repeat uses of the new weapon. In the post-war period Russia began an ideological war and knew all about the digital weapons that had been unleashed on the world; so, they made their own. Now there began an arms race involving the weapons, and other nation states were eager to acquire them themselves. The world became a very dangerous place, because these weapons had enormous power—they weren’t just some mad scientist’s pipe dream. They were everywhere in the Middle East, and factions within a given society started to exploit them for their own internal purposes. They became weapons of domestic and international terrorism, capable of “radicalizing” their users. Havoc ensued. Wars were fought using them. The weapon had become normalized, democratized, privatized.

But isn’t that where we are today? The only difference is that the internet and cell phone were not originally conceived as weapons of war. They came upon us stealthily, in disguise; they were advertised as liberating, harmless, beneficial. Surely, if history had been as described above, we would have been alert to the dangers—we might have put some protective laws and treaties in place to control their proliferation and the content they were permitted to transmit. They were introduced as mere playthings, like toys, yet they contained the potential for great harm, given human propensities (gullibility, weakness for conspiracy theories, susceptibility to lies, social conformity). We had no advance warning of their potential for mischief and worse; no one ever told us they were lethal weapons. And now that AI is entering the world-stage an extra dimension of peril is near—from the atom bomb to the hydrogen bomb, from the bow-and-arrow to the firearm. Psychological warfare is the new type of war, civil and international, and the cell phone is its primary vehicle. Is it too late? Probably, given human nature; but we can at least try to gain some perspective on what has happened. That was the purpose of my alternative history. The internet is the new atomic bomb, but more insidious, harder to control, and much cheaper. It uses the human mind against itself. The atomic bomb used the highest achievements of the human mind (modern physics) to fashion a civilization-destroying weapon; now the technological triumphs of the internet are being used to destroy civilized society. From genius to genocide. Did anyone ever suspect that the peaceful motives behind the Manhattan Project would lead to a threat to the entire planet? Did anyone think that the humble cell phone could also be used to devastating effect? And we are just at the beginning of its development and its grip on people’s minds (or what remains of them). Now the explosions take place in our heads, silently.[1]

[1] Remember the first law of human history (of human life): things always turn out worse than you think, so be prepared. Frankly, I’m quite pessimistic, because I have seen how quickly human intelligence has been reduced. The human mind is highly input-sensitive. Memes are endemic. Thought is fragile. Stupidity is easy. Propaganda works.

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Blog Profile

Blog Profile

I thought readers of this blog might be interested in its readership; at any rate, I’m going to tell you. My website gives me a top ten of readers by country, with an indication of relative volume. The top two are always the same but the other eight vary from week to week or day to day. In descending order, they are (as of today): USA, UK, Canada, Germany, Japan, Sweden, India, Italy, Norway, Australia. The USA is always about four times higher in volume than the UK, though remarkably silent (no idea why). Evidently, I have plenty of American readers. Other countries come and go (Spain, the Philippines, Croatia, China, and others). Reach is therefore global, though I don’t know actual numbers. Interesting. Comments welcome.

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Spock Logic

Spock Logic

It is quite obvious that Spock doesn’t know any logic. He clearly knows a lot of science, but he is ignorant of the science of logic. Why do I say this? Two things: (a) he doesn’t know what “logic” means, and (b) he never refers to anything in the logical canon. He is deficient in logical education. I don’t know about other Vulcans—though I suspect the worst—but Spock himself is a logical ignoramus. Even humans know more logic than Spock! Even Dr. McCoy probably knows more! (You didn’t see that coming.) When Spock talks about logic, he clearly means “scientific”: fact-based, methodically reasoned, not driven by emotion, objective. The scientific method and attitude—not superstition, wishful thinking, prejudice, stock response. On all occasions on which other crew members think they have undermined Spock’s “logical” approach, they are grievously in error, because rational thought can never be in error—it is always preferable to its opposite (irrational thought). There is nothing wrong with Spock’s cognitive functioning, which is not to say there is nothing wrong with him (he seems morally at a loss sometimes, through lack of empathy). But that is only the half of it; the really amazing thing is his lack of logical knowledge. Have you ever heard Spock refer to any logical results or the great logicians of the past? Aristotle, Leibniz, Frege, Russell and Whitehead, Godel—nothing. Does he ever excoriate anyone for affirming the consequent, or even begging the question? Does he ever express any reverence for first-order predicate calculus, or sing the praises of modal logic? Why aren’t the great logicians ever cited by him? Does he even know what is meant by “existential generalization”? Has he heard of the logical constants? Has he ever cracked open a logic text? Clearly, he knows nothing of any of this—and yet he constantly parades his logical acumen and berates others for their lack of it. Why? It would be amusing and instructive for Captain Kirk to ask Spock what he makes of the semantic paradoxes or Russell’s class paradox or other logical conundrums—if only to make a dent in Spock’s total allegiance to logic. But that would require that someone knows some actual logic aboard the USS Enterprise. Dilithium crystals are regularly spoken of, but not logical particles (is Spock a logical atomist or a believer in possible world semantics?). Has he ever heard of soundness and completeness theorems? He is really very vague on what logic is, even in its most elementary parts; he seems to think it’s just the injunction to think rationally (and he doesn’t seem to know what that might involve—is induction rational?). In fact, the entire crew seems blissfully unaware of the issues surrounding the nature of human reason—deduction, induction, abduction, skepticism, the Cogito. I doubt that anyone has a view on whether existence is a predicate (not even the thoughtful Lieutenant Ohura).

What are we Trekkies to make of this? Only one conclusion is “logical”: the creators of the show are similarly logically illiterate. And yet the entire show is centered around the concept of the logical! Did Gene Rodenberry ever consult a real logician or open a logic book? Did he ever wonder what professionals have to say about logic? I doubt it. Nor, evidently, did any of the writers—or the great Leonard Nimoy himself. William Shatner you can understand not having much interest in logic, but surely Leonard Nimoy must have wondered about it as he said his famous lines in praise of logic. The producers obviously consulted scientists so as to get their science right, but logic—oh no. I don’t get it. I definitely don’t like it. Just think how different the show would be if some real logic had crept in. I like to think of Spock arching his eyebrow and remarking, “As Frege taught us…” or “As Hume pointed out…”. That would have shut McCoy up.

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2025 Intentions

2025 Intentions

I don’t make New Years Resolutions (a pitiful concept) but I do intend to do certain things going forward. The main one is to go on hating—hating evil, corruption, and stupidity. I invite you to join me. This won’t be easy: I am not by nature a good hater. Hating is unpleasant, it’s work, it’s unpopular. I’d rather have a good time; I’d rather like people and their actions. I easily slip back into it (don’t you?). It’s just so much nicer, easier, happier. But it’s not the right thing to do: we have a duty to hate and I don’t propose to shirk this duty. I will keep on hating hateful things—and that includes people, particular people. Nothing else will stop them, evidently. No hatred, no moral integrity. We must (morally must) despise, detest, revile, and rebuke anything deserving these attitudes. Politicians in particular, but also the miscreants around us. We can practice degrees of hatred, to be sure; we don’t have to hate all bad people and things equally. Let us practice discriminating hate, not blind ignorant hate (those people we especially hate). So, I will persist in my hate, my anger, my revulsion—despite my temperamental tendency to like and approve. I will strive to keep hate alive.

The second thing I intend to do is less moral—in fact, hardly moral at all. I intend to write less. Not go cold turkey, but practice moderation. This one is going to be hard: I am a natural writer, I like writing, I always have. It’s a habit with me. I won’t say I crave it, but I do find it soothing, satisfying. Looking back on the last ten years, I find I have written approximately 1000 papers, all posted on this blog (two a week, year in, year out). That adds up to about 3000 pages (I really don’t know how many). These would make ten books of 300 pages each—a lot of books. It takes time and effort, like anything worthwhile. It distracts me from other things (housework, people). I won’t give up writing completely, but I will make a concerted effort to keep it under control. I am intending to practice writer’s block. Writer’s paralysis would be nice, but I can’t set my non-writing goals too high. Maybe I will start with only one paper a week (already I am sweating at the prospect). Wish me luck on my new voyage of just saying no to writing!

More hating, less writing: yes, that’s my goal for 2025. It’s going to take some serious self-discipline.

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Chemistry

Chemistry

I used to love chemistry. It was my first intellectual interest. I was ten. It was my gateway science. Why, I don’t remember; it might have had to do with Dr. Dolittle. I persuaded my parents to equip me with a chemistry laboratory one Christmas. I selected the apparatus and chemical samples from a catalogue I had somehow obtained. My excitement could not be contained. They ordered what I had requested and in due course a cardboard box arrived. I discovered it under their bed, so I knew my dream had come true. The wait for Christmas day was unbearable. Eventually it came very early in the morning—I was allowed to open the box. I still recall the thrill of taking out the various items of equipment: the flasks, retorts, funnels, filters, the test tubes—and the Bunsen burner. This was my special favorite—a chunk of real metallic chemistry equipment, gas powered, fierce. I couldn’t wait to fire it up in the kitchen. Then the chemicals: each in their own labeled tube, brightly colored, potent, combustible, magical. I did little experiments all day, there in the kitchen, with smells and chemical reactions. I couldn’t wait to learn more chemistry. What I chiefly recall today is the sheer pleasure of chemistry apparatus—heating a chemical in a test tube was a joy. I wonder how many little boys (or girls) experienced this pleasure at that time—before the whole thing was banned. Remember, I was ten. It taught me so many things, notably a sense of responsibility around dangerous objects (I was also heavily into knives). What did my parents make of it?

These recollections were prompted by reading Oliver Sacks’ Letters (edited by Kate Edgar, 2024). We first bonded (chemically) over childhood chemistry at a movie premier party of all places (Robin Williams was the star—terrible film). We talked about our shared early chemical enthusiasm, his more learned than mine. The letters bring Oliver back to me with full force—you need his own voice to get the full measure of the man. The weightlifting, the motorcycling, the swimming, the psychological torment, the brilliance, the humanity, the inhumanity, the bookishness, the humor, the verbal felicity (and sound). He was childhood friends with Jonathan Miller, also a dear friend of mine, whose mind he describes as “an atomic bomb”. We both moved on from youthful chemistry in the direction of the mind—or did we? Are we both really chemists of the mind? I rather think so: but without the chemical apparatus, the laboratory experiments, the sulphureous smells.

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Limits of Intelligence

Limits of Intelligence

Does intelligence have limits? What might these be? Where do we humans stand on the intelligence scale? I will discuss these questions by reference to a Star Trek episode and a well-known philosophical contention involving bats. Don’t expect anything too definitive; these questions are very difficult (we may not have the intelligence to answer them). Still, some faint light can perhaps be cast, or possibilities opened up. At least the ride should be enjoyable. The Star Trek episode (“Errand of Mercy”) concerns a species of beings called “Organians”: as we learn towards the episode’s end, they consist of nothing but “thought and energy”, as Spock puts it (they give off a very bright light in their true undisguised form). They have evolved into this form following a corporeal existence many hundreds of thousands of years ago. They are vastly superior to us, morally and intellectually, and indeed to all known species. Spock puts it by saying that as we are to the amoeba, so they are to us: if we are a billion times more intelligent than an amoeba, then they are a billion times more intelligent than we are. They prove this by doing things that are beyond our comprehension, like disarming a whole Starfleet by thought alone (phasers disappear from hands, starships find themselves devoid of weapons). They are afraid of nothing and find us perfectly disgusting in our primitiveness and lack of moral enlightenment (ditto the Klingons). The Organians are one hell of a smart bunch, no question. Even Spock bows to their superior brain power (except they have no physical brain). To my mind, this raises the thorny question of whether it is possible to be a billion times cleverer than humans—to outstrip us as we outstrip the amoeba. Is this just science-fiction fantasy or strict nomological possibility (or even metaphysical possibility)? Is it just playing with words or is it something conceptually serious? What if I told you that there is another species, the super-Organians, that makes the Organians look like amoebas? And then another species that similarly outdoes the super-Organians (they can turn empty space into a whole galaxy just by…well, we are too dumb to understand how). Doesn’t this start to sound just a tad farfetched? And how could giving off a blindingly bright light make all this possible? What has light got to do with intelligence? But then, intelligence doesn’t belong on a scale that can be indefinitely extended—it has limits. We might want to say that Organians are as smart as it gets—it don’t get no smarter. They have reached the intelligence limit (compare the speed of light). Because intelligence has a limit, a point at which it cannot be increased. Before I explore this possibility further, I will set out the second type of argument for limited intelligence, observing only that the things the Organians are alleged to do seem literally impossible, in clear violation of physical law, godlike.

Materials for the second argument can be found in the work of Thomas Nagel, though I will refrain from attributing it to him—this argument was suggested to me by reading him. Let’s distinguish two kinds of fact: those that can be known only by possessing a particular point of view, and those that presuppose no particular point of view. Call the first class of facts subjective and the second class objective. Then we can say that facts about consciousness are subjective in this sense and facts about the physical world are objective. Accordingly, our knowledge of facts about consciousness is more limited than our knowledge of facts about the physical world (at least so far as the present argument is concerned). We can’t know what it’s like consciously to be a bat but we can know all about a bat’s brain, for example. Put in terms of intelligence, our intelligence is more limited in the one area than the other: we are more intelligent about the physical world than we are about the mental world, because we can in principle know more about the former than the latter. Even the Organians might have trouble with knowledge of the minds of inferior beings, since they cannot put themselves in their place (they do seem baffled by human psychology). The point is that, according to this way of thinking, intelligence will have limits imposed by the mechanisms and methods of knowing with which we are familiar. We can only grasp the nature of other minds by being mentally similar to them, but we can grasp the nature of physical reality without ourselves being similar to this reality (we know what an elephant is, say, though we are not physically similar to elephants). From this perspective, we have a clear argument for cognitive limits built into the knowing process; as I would put it, we are cognitively closed to bat experience, because subjective facts can only be known via similarity to the subjective properties of the knower. This similarity constraint applies to knowledge of consciousness but not to knowledge of physical body. Of course, we could overcome the similarity constraint by simply giving the would-be knower the very experiences he is endeavoring to grasp (e.g., echolocation experiences); but the point is that intelligence alone will not fill the gap—no amount of clever thinking is going to enable you to know what it’s like to be a bat. That, at any rate, is the argument. The Organians look like an untenable exaggeration of the fact of differences of intelligence, and the subjectivity argument appears to explain how at least one kind of cognitive limit can arise. Intelligence is not free to develop ad libitum.

But that argument itself has its limits. Are we to suppose that no objective knowledge is out of bounds—that there is no limit to how objectively intelligent you can be? Could there be objective Organians even if there can’t be subjective Organians? They can’t grasp alien minds but they can grasp anything in physical reality; and it makes sense to suppose that they are vastly more intelligent than us. Can we really be as stupid as Spock makes us out to be (including himself)? Also, the subjectivity argument runs into difficulty when generalized: does it establish clear limits in all cases? Consider moral knowledge: can you know what morality is (really is) and not yourself be a moral agent? This kind of knowledge seems to require a basis in self-knowledge—how can you know what is right and wrong and not apply those concepts to yourself? If you are not a moral being, you can’t know what it is like to be one. Animals don’t know what human morality is all about while lacking morality themselves, and I doubt that Klingons get it either (in fact, they have their own morality—they recognize moral imperatives of a martial type). This is not a matter of subjective states of consciousness but of moral values: you have to have them in order to know what they are. And what about certain general sorts of physical knowledge—can you know what space is and not yourself be in space? Can you know what shape is and have no shape—or mass or articulated structure? None of this is clear, but a case could be made this this type of knowledge is also constrained by the physical nature of the knower (especially his brain)? We don’t here have a clear criterion to judge whether a certain item of knowledge is available to the would-be knower or not. The situation is messier than we thought. Could you know about arithmetic but not be subject to it? Could you know about aesthetic properties but not have them yourself?

Where are we? We are trying to determine whether intelligence has limits, and if so why. The Organians sound implausible, and the subjectivity argument doesn’t settle the question generally (it was never meant to); so, what is the right thing to say? I want to say the following: reality is limited and there is no sense in the idea of an intelligence that goes beyond reality—therefore intelligence is limited (necessarily so). Consider a simple game like checkers: you can only get so good at it. There is no scope for vast differences of checkers intelligence; Organians are no better at checkers than humans are (let alone Vulcans). No one is ever going to get massively more intelligent at checkers than you or I. But reality is essentially like checkers: once you know the rules there is nowhere else to go. Intelligence is as good as it is ever going to be once the truth has been grasped. No doubt we are far from this state, but the point of principle remains: you can’t just keep on getting more intelligent once reality has been exhausted—and it must be exhaustible. Or, if you don’t like that kind of sweeping claim, certain sections of reality are such that intelligence will reach its limit with respect to those sections once they have been mapped out and understood. Reality is not unlimited, so intelligence has limits—the limits of reality (this includes technological products). Intelligence is not infinitely extensible; it is not true that for every level of intelligence there is a higher level. No one could be more intelligent (more omniscient) than God! Take logic: it is inconceivable that the Organians are better at logic than super-logical chief science officer Spock (he learned Godel’s theorem at his mother’s knee, if not before). Why? Because there is only so much logic to know and Spock knows it. The Organians are not somehow better at logic than human (or Vulcan) logicians; it isn’t as if they have an enormously superior grasp of modus ponens or conjunction elimination. I doubt they are much better at arithmetic or morality or Shakespeare interpretation or the history of the Second World War or chess or cookery or humor or bottle washing. There just isn’t an unlimited amount to know about these areas; there is no room for gigantic differences of intelligence. What would it even meanto say that Organians are a billion times better at Shakespeare interpretation than we are? I think it could be plausibly argued that human beings are close to the “end of intelligence” (some of them anyway), as they are not far from the end of science (how much is there left to know in biology?). Once the big discoveries have been made there is not much further you can go. Human intelligence may have reached a plateau and not much improvement can be expected, because we have already got so much right—in particular, logical reasoning. Spock is depicted as perfectly logical, and the idea is not absurd—you don’t get more intelligent at logic than Spock. Rationality (which is what Spock really means by “logic”) has been pretty much figured out (like elementary arithmetic or dish washing), so we cannot look forward to massive advances in it as time goes by; it will look much the same in ten thousand years as it does now. The basic principles are well established (the same goes for morality). We are biologically no more intelligent than Plato and Aristotle, and the same will hold for future thinkers. We will never be stunned by the intelligence of aliens—though the extent of their knowledge may surprise us.

There may be endogenous limits on our problem-solving power; no doubt there are. It isn’t just that reality itself has limits—a restricted budget of problems to be solved. So, human intelligence cannot be expected to grow and increase indefinitely: it will run out of things to be intelligent about, and also run up against its own intrinsic limitations. The same is presumably true of any intelligence in the universe. I would speculate that we are about nine tenths of the way there already, because so much has already been learned—about logic, morality, physics, astronomy, chemistry, biology, Shakespeare, philosophy, mathematics.[1] We are actually pretty damn intelligent, nothing like an amoeba. We could learn a lot from the Organians, no doubt, but not feel like complete dimwits in their presence; we could hold our head up intelligence-wise. This is simply because intelligence is not a quantity that can be increased ad infinitum. It has an upper limit and the signs are that we are not far from reaching it. I can see other species catching up with us in the fullness of time, but not our own species being massively surpassed by an alien intelligence  (somewhat, yes, but not colossally).[2]

[1] For some reason this position is found incredible by many—science is far from at an end! But there is every reason to suppose that the scientific revolution, only a few centuries old, will one day wind down, and is even now winding down. I have discussed this elsewhere, as have others, and won’t defend it now.

[2] If our universe were smaller and simpler, easier to figure out from our vantagepoint, this position would be uncontroversial. As time goes by, it will become increasingly evident that we have figured out as much as we are going to figure out, and the idea of a superior intelligence will seem less and less compelling. I doubt that the Organians take seriously the idea of an intelligence superior to their own, and rightly so, because they know that they have it all under control. They know they know (hence their complacent smiles). They know their intelligence has it covered. No one can look down on them.

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A Puzzle in Zoology

A Puzzle in Zoology

Isn’t it strange how animals vary in their natural defenses? Some are poisonous, some have armor, some have horns, some have thick skin, some have spikes, some have tough scales, some live in shells, some just taste bad; but some—many—have none of the above. Some can only run and hide. The llama, say, has none of these weapons: it lags behind in the arms race against its predators. Why doesn’t it have a formidable horn, or an armored body, or spikes? Why aren’t more prey animals poisonous? Evolution has had a long time to hone the animal against its natural enemies; you would think natural selection would have favored defensive weapons of the kind we see in other animals. Why aren’t genes for armor and spikes more common? The human animal seems particularly vulnerable, and we are evolutionarily advanced. Our skin is thin and exposed, easily cut; we bleed easily. We have no natural armor or a thick hide or pointy appendages; we have to make these things ourselves. Isn’t it obvious that they would be a good idea survival-wise? Natural selection seems to have been asleep on the job. We are nowhere near as well-protected as an armadillo (also a mammal). We are asking for trouble, as are many animals. You might say it’s a trade-off: we lack these assets but we have others that make up for the selective disadvantage. You can’t run fast, say, if you are heavily armored (think of tortoises). But that seems unconvincing: many better protected animals do a lot better at escaping predators (or did in the old days), and a thicker skin doesn’t seem to have much of a downside. Antelopes would do better if they had spikes on their throat, like a porcupine, or a tooth-resistant hide in the most dangerous parts. Why aren’t all animals armed to the hilt? Millions of years of evolution, with survival depending on it, and that’s the best the genes can come up with! I could design a much tougher antelope myself and yet evolution has left it extremely vulnerable (especially in the throat area). Why must it resort to running away? It needs the biological equivalent of a knife or a gun; then it could stand its ground. We humans have done extraordinarily well by inventing technology to make up for our defensive (and aggressive) deficits, so why hasn’t evolution done the same by means of natural selection? It’s not rocket science. It has the know-how, as better protected animals attest, but it lacks the will—why? Why aren’t all animals more like the armadillo? We wouldn’t be at all surprised if we came upon a planet populated by heavily armed armadillo-like creatures.

And why do some animals live so much longer than others? It isn’t that long life is biologically impossible—just look at turtles, lobsters, sea sponges, and Greenland sharks (400 years!). A longer life means more mating opportunities, which means more offspring, which means more genes in the gene pool. The selfish gene is all in favor of long life, so why is it confined to a minority of species? The selective pressure to live long (and prosper) is strong and yet few animals achieve it. If some can, why not more? If some sea sponges can live for thousands of years, why can’t brainier organisms do the same? There is nothing about biological tissue that condemns it to a brief life—in principle, it could go on indefinitely. And yet most animals have short life spans (comparatively speaking). Is there some law of nature that allows rocks to exist forever but not rats? Apparently not (entropy applies to everything). So: why is life on earth generally short? Why do some creatures live longer than others? Why does death come sooner for some? If there were a divine creator, we would ask why he decided to impose this unjust inequality on life—it seems arbitrary, anomalous. The tortoise, say, is well-armed and long-lived, unlike the rabbit or the deer. If nature can do the one, why not the other? Why aren’t there more genes for longevity and a strong coat of armor? That would seem the natural direction for evolution to take, but it hasn’t taken it. Puzzling.[1]

[1] I don’t recall seeing these questions discussed, but surely, they must have been. The answer is certainly not obvious. It’s no use saying that some animals are just naturally more aggressive than others, or that some are naturally fitter and sturdier. The question is why.

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Beatlemania

Beatlemania

Beatlemania has always been something of a mystery. True, these were four handsome young men, stylishly dressed, who made great records; but why the hysteria, the extreme adulation? No other band or individual has ever come close, before or since. It seems hard to believe, a kind of collective madness. I think the answer lies in their distinctive personalities joined together into a single unit (musical and personal). John was the tormented artistic intellectual, verbally adroit. Paul was the sentimental musically gifted showman, hard not to like, slightly annoying (the way he tapped his foot on stage). George was the muted diffident one, a mystic, a recluse, relatively mediocre, yet intriguing. Ringo was the regular guy, nothing special, solid, dependable, not even a great drummer, no heartthrob. It was always a question which Beatle you liked best, because each stood out from the others. But the harmonies, the chemistry, the camaraderie! Four different personalities melded into a single incandescent entity—unity in diversity, the transcendent whole and its parts. The mixture was irresistible. Hence the screaming and crying, the absolute devotion. But the disparate elements could only stay together for so long till the cracks began to show. What caused Beatlemania caused Beatle-disintegration. Individually, they could not produce Beatlemania; together it was inevitable. It wasn’t really a mystery—it was predictable and explicable. The Beatles will always exist in our minds as a group, an assembly of contrasting elements, a frail symbiosis.[1]

The Beatles and I go back a long way. I bought their first album in 1963 and listened to it over and over; I still know it by heart. The covers were even better than the originals (“Anna”, “Chains”, “Twist and Shout”). Then I bought the second and third. We played their songs in my group (The Empty Vessels), though we could never get them to sound right. I paid a lot of attention to Ringo, being a drummer myself. I saw them on TV all the time, once at the local airport in Blackpool. I wore Beatle boots (stolen from me in a public dressing room). I changed from an Elvis-do to a Beatle-do. When I won the English prize at school, I asked for the two John Lennon books. The works. They finally broke up in the late sixties. I lived on 72nd Street in New York and frequently walked past the Dakota, never without a sinking of the heart. I would never get to meet him… Then, years later, when I learned to sing, I rediscovered the Beatles—and this began a new and deeper phase of my Beatlemania. Because in learning their songs (nearly all written and sung by Lennon) I entered into the beating heart of their appeal; it became personal for me. I almost felt like a Beatle. First it was “Anna” (written by Arthur Alexander); then it was “This Boy”, always a favorite and the height of my ambition as a singer (I must have sung it over a thousand times by now). Then, with my singing teacher, “I want to hold your hand”, “You’ve got to hide your love away”, “In my life”, “Please Mr. Postman”, “It’s only love”, “Money”, and so on. Recently I discovered “Leave my kitten alone”, a John rocker, which I didn’t even know existed before. Oh, I have sung along with John Lennon many times! I tried “Yesterday” but just couldn’t hack it (sorry, Paul). I do like to do “Love me do”, which is pretty Paul-ish; also “Blackbird”. I can probably sing at least thirty Beatles songs—something I never did in my teenage band days. So, Beatlemania is real for me. I read both of Paul’s and George’s songbooks; I’ve read lengthy biographies of the Beatles. I feel I know them all very well. Whenever I sing “This Boy” I feel at one with them, especially when I get to the “middle eight” (“Oh, and this boy would be happy just to love you, but oh my-y-y; that boy won’t be happy till he’s made you cry-y-y”). The Beatles were everything they were cracked up to be. Beatlemania was a thing.

[1] Mick Jagger used to describe the Beatles as “the four-headed monster”. This is apt because it emphasizes the plurality of heads as well as the unity of the resulting supernatural monster (or god).

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