The Only One Who Really Knew Me At All

How can you just walk away from me, when all I can do is watch you leave?
‘Cos we’ve shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears.
You’re the only one who really knew me at all.
So take a look at me now, there’s just an empty space,
And there’s nothin’ left here to remind me, just the memory of your face.
Phil Collins

I’m a sucker for romantic comedies and sad songs. I’ve tried to explore why, and there’s a litany of theories on the subject, but they’re mostly psychobabble — unsupported theories and speculations that simply don’t hold up to serious scrutiny.

Aristotle argued that such artistic works provide us with catharsis — a release for our repressed emotions, suggesting that those who repress their emotions the most will be most vulnerable to having a powerful emotional response to such works. I guess that would be me.

A similar theory by Ai Kawakami proposes that vehicles like these can provide a safe place to feel emotions vicariously, “free from the essential unpleasantness of their genuine counterparts”. They can serve as “emotional gyms” that give us a safe, controlled space in which we can explore simulated sadness.

All of this presupposes that many of us need an outlet to feel deep emotions that we’re afraid to ‘really’ feel unless there is a safe container to protect us when we do. After all, there is so much drama in the world already, why go to see a movie where some additional, entirely-made-up drama is being enacted, when one can instead laugh and cry at the characters in a much simpler, safer world?

And isn’t it better to release one’s feelings of sadness and grief through a cathartic short song that relates a moving but fictional story about someone at arms’ length, than to let those feelings explode uncontrolled into a world of unrelenting stress and suffering where that sadness and grief might prove just too overwhelming and lead to a breakdown, or to someone’s undoing? I have lived much of my life repressing my emotions, and much of my life in a state of dark depression when I felt utterly out of control of myself. So maybe this theory makes some sense.

Another theory makes more sense to me, however, especially as a non-believer in free will. That theory is that it’s all chemistry. My putting on sad music when I’m in a quiet, contemplative mood at night, is no more ‘my’ doing, ‘my’ decision, than what I cooked for dinner tonight. My kale slaw salad and veggie curry was hence followed by songs like: Rainbow Connection, Mad World, I Can’t Make You Love Me, Things We Never Said, and the Phil Collins song linked at the top of this article.

Just as ‘I’ have actually never written any words or music (though this body’s predilections and conditioning seem to have led to some writing happening), ‘I’ have never chosen what films to like or what music to love. My body, and not the character who presumes to inhabit it, knew what ‘food’ it needed for its ‘nutrition’, and so it cooked it, and then played it on this laptop while ‘I’ stood in front of the window, watching the moon, and crying.

Chemicals flowed as I ate, and listened, and cried. Those chemicals, not ‘me’, dictated the ‘menus’, and which emotions emerged and were recognized and expressed. ‘I’ was merely a bystander, trying to make sense of it all.

After all, this ‘me’ has no time for light, fluffy films any more than he has time for similarly vapid pop songs. He has, rather, a passion for inspired, creative, insightful, complex writing. Yet rather than intellectually and emotionally challenging high-energy films, his list of favourite films is full of movies whose plots are rather predictable and often saccharine, such as: Benny & Joon; French Kiss; Say Anything; Mystic Pizza; Mr Wonderful; Untamed Heart; Bed of Roses; The Princess Bride; and Tootsie.

They all made me cry, and, unlike more “serious” films, they did not leave me, after the initial rush, feeling manipulated.

Does my infatuation with these songs, and these films, indicate that am I looking to lose myself (lose my self?) in a safe-to-feel world? What these films and songs seem to have in common is that they express longing. Longing for what? For simplicity, perhaps, or control. For a world that makes more sense and is more emotionally honest and courageous than the one I seem to live in. These films reach through the fear of feeling and let me feel things I am afraid to feel otherwise, things I’ve only otherwise ever felt strong enough to feel when I’ve been in love — when the chemicals just overpowered the fear.

This may be unique to me, as I’ve always been driven by fear, always longing for a gentler world without the cruelty and violence that seems to require a callous inuring to pain, suffering and sorrow. The world shouldn’t be this hard, my instincts keep shouting to me.

The world that I still recall, vaguely, from my early childhood wasn’t free of conflict, but any conflict was fleeting, manageable, and quickly forgotten. We were all on the same side, I felt, back then, so everything was forgivable, transient. And then I ‘grew up’ to believe that conflict is pervasive and chronic and rarely forgiven.

I have had flashbacks of this sense of everything being OK, forgivable, of no enduring consequence, during the glimpses that have arisen throughout my life, when there was no ‘me’, only the wonder of nothing and everything just appearing, seemingly rising and falling away, without purpose or meaning. A gentle wonder. Without a ‘me’ there was no need for safety, no ‘one’ who needed to be kept safe.

Why is it important to feel known and understood, to feel a deep sense of connection with another human, when no one can ever know another person, not really, and the person we think and feel we love is actually just who we imagine, and want, that other person to be? Everybody wants their person, it seems, though that person is a self-constructed fiction. Is this yearning and need for love, rather than being simple loneliness, actually just a longing for what was somehow lost in early childhood when our self and our sense of separateness emerged?

Radical non-duality says it’s very simple, that nothing needs to be known. But even the radical non-dualists acknowledge a sense of sadness, of loss, of that intense feeling of personal love, of ‘knowing’, of control and invincibility. Illusion or not, it’s a powerful drug, this sense of personal knowing and personal love.

The “only one who really knew me at all” is a cruel and desperate fiction, a chemical-induced delusion, but to the self, at times, it is all that matters. Without that delusion, there really is “just an empty space”.

So, trying to draw this together: This character, with no free will, just trying to do its best, strictly as a result of its conditioning and the chemicals flowing through this body, is eating certain things and not others, watching certain films and listening to certain songs and not others, caring about certain people and not others. And then, on top of all this, there’s this totally superfluous ‘me’, this self, presuming to be in control of all this and making these decisions, trying to make sense of decisions that simply make no sense, except at a very basic animal level: the things that are done, and not done, are all in the interest of maximizing pleasure and minimizing pain.

So here I am. These tears through which I watch the mad profusion of lights through the window, as I listen to these sad songs, are tears of joy, of pleasure, not of pain. Oh, to be able to feel sadness, and joy, safely! Just for a few moments, it’s almost as if there was no needy ‘me’ anymore.

As if all that was left was an empty space, full of nothing, and everything.


A footnote on the song linked at the top of this post: Phil Collins has a reputation for writing formulaic pop, but his music is actually extraordinarily complex. There is an interesting story behind this particular song: It wasn’t actually written for the (rather dreadful) movie it is named after. He says he actually wrote it years earlier, in an outpouring of emotion over the enormous sense of loss and emptiness he felt as a result of the ending of his first marriage.

The photo is a selfie taken the other day, of this body, doing what it seems driven to do, though it would never be ‘my’ choice. 

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The Caste War for the Dregs

(photo from U. Berkeley, with this caption: “New study reveals the brain mechanism that makes rats feel empathy for other rats, yet refrain from helping rats they deem to be outsiders. Photo by Inbal Ben-Ami Bartal”)

When scientists put rats in a cage under sustained stress (ie too crowded, not enough food to go around) something strange happens. The rats, which are normally surprisingly unselfish, even empathetic, start to turn on each other. The alphas start to hoard food and attack others, while the lower-caste rats cower, retreat into solitude, and, if the situation gets bad enough, eat their own young.

The neural trigger for this behaviour shift has been found to be very similar to the trigger found in humans. Our empathy ‘window’, it seems, is narrow. And it can be hijacked.

The book Caste, by Isabel Wilkerson, opened my eyes to how much of the conflict going on in our world right now is really a series of long-standing and evolving class wars, which would more accurately be called caste wars. Underneath the smokescreens of propaganda and the masquerades of identity politics, these caste wars are not terribly different from the behaviours witnessed in the stressed rats’ cages: There is simply not enough to go around, and we all, at least intuitively, know it. So the rich are absconding with everything they can hoard, while the rest of us are set at each other’s throats, fighting over the dregs.

Two articles on capitalism that arrived in my inbox today moments apart made this stunningly clear. If you do nothing else today, please read them both. They are not short or easy reading, but they just might change your entire take on our current political and economic situation.

The first, which John Whiting sent me, is an article by economist Yanis Varoufakis. Its focus is on the situation in the UK, but the Brits are mere months ahead of what the US is about to have to face. I won’t try to restate its arguments, which are brilliantly articulated. But its thesis, I think, is that the false pumping up of the economy by suppressing interest rates, obfuscating the decline in living standards and services available to the 99%, and mischaracterizing financial (rentier class/caste) wealth as if it were real wealth, has led to staggering and unsustainable economic fragility, such that economic collapse is now nigh.

Liz Truss walked into this disaster in the UK, found the entire de-industrialized, incompetently-privatized British economic system in ruins and the cupboard bare, and has thrown the scraps that were left to her 1% friends in the form of a huge last-ditch tax cut. The message is: Take these last few millions, my fellow caste-members, and finish prepping your estate homes in New Zealand. This ship is going down. The UK economy is in tatters, its stocks and its currency are in free-fall. It was such a bald admission of disaster that it even made the IMF blanch.

Yanis’ article goes much deeper, and if you want to understand how the UK unraveling will soon be echoed in the rest of the Western Empire, please read it in full.

The second article, which draws on his upcoming new book on the same subject, is this article by Rhyd Wildermuth. Its thesis is even more complex (and more dire), arguing that identity politics is the vehicle that the very rich have so effectively deployed to divide and conquer the lower castes, pitting different oppressed factions against each other instead of against them, the actual oppressors.

This is a subtle and fraught subject, which is probably why it has required Rhyd to write an entire book about it. It has already alienated him from a lot of progressives, and his own battle scars as a lifelong progressive, working to help the poor in the streets of Seattle, attest to this not just being another ‘split the left’ ruse. Again, please read his entire article.

The capitalists’ masquerade as friends of the conservative working classes, united in opposition to out-of-touch elite Ivy League Lib’ruls, is thus mirrored in their masquerade as friends of the woke progressive classes, united in opposition to grubby, dumb, racist Deplorables. They are in fact not friends or members of either of these classes/castes. But it costs them nothing to say they are, to render the actual caste war between them and all the lower castes invisible, the caste war that goes on producing ever more obscene inequality and economic and ecological disaster every day, as the lower castes war among ourselves about whose cause is ‘just’ and who is oppressed by whom and what.

Just to be clear: There is no brilliant, evil cabal of rich capitalists who have schemed to do all this. This is just opportunism combined with a stark realization that the economy is teetering on the edge of collapse, so if you’re one of the alphas, it’s time to grab what you have, and any remnants you can get, and get outta Dodge. This is the ‘have’ rats staring down the ‘have not’ rats, and the ‘have not’ rats turning on each other in desperation and despair. No room for empathy left.

The eating of the young will not be far off, now.

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None of the News That’s Fit to Print

If you read blogs and other information sources regularly, it’s probably because you know you’re not getting the information you want from media publishers, either mainstream or alternative/independent.

As I wrote last year, media publishers can no longer afford to do good investigative reporting or competent analysis of what the news means. Most of them have gone under, and those that are left are primarily lowbrow entertainment media subsidizing small, underfunded, and amateurish information divisions.

These hapless remnants of a once-thriving industry are now largely republishers of press releases and PR mouthpieces for governments and corporate donors. They report wildly distorted inflation and unemployment numbers to placate governments and banks, and misrepresent GDP and stock index data as measures of economic health when they actually measure economic disparity and economic malaise. Their headlines are designed to attract attention, not to impart information.

So those of us who really care what’s going on in the world have to look elsewhere. Because there’s such a firehose of so-called information to deal with, including blogs, vlogs, podcasts, and newsletters of every stripe, it can be exhausting trying to identify resources that are actually worth reading. What’s worse, many writers who are credible in one domain and get a bit of a following, seem to think they’re experts on everything. They then destroy their credibility writing nonsense about subjects they’re clueless about. I shake my head each time I cross another one off my list.

It’s a shame, in this age of technological capacity and information access, that it’s as hard as it’s ever been to sift through the nonsense and get an accurate picture of what’s really going on in the world.

The chart above summarizes the process I now use to do this; it informs my choices of Links of the Month posts and my decisions on what to read. Here’s a brief walkthrough of it:

(1-3.) When I encounter articles that are overtly suspect, incomplete or unbalanced, not only do I refuse to get incensed by them (which is sometimes precisely what the author wants), I refuse to even read them. I have much better things to do with my time than read or reply to such crap. And, more than that, encountering such articles makes me question the critical thinking skills and/or commitment to good journalism of the entire publication in which such crap appears. For that reason, I no longer read the NYT or the Guardian, and am considering, in light of recent serious lapses, canceling my subscription to the Atlantic and the New Yorker. (For the second time: I last cancelled them when they supported the Bushes’ egregious Middle-East wars.)

(4.) When I read an article that passes the smell-tests (1-3) above, the next question I ask myself is whether it’s actionable. In the rare cases it is, I will read the full article (and often the related links) immediately, decide what action is appropriate, and put that action on my “to do” list. And then continue reading. The last such article I read was about the local candidates for next week’s municipal election.

(5-7.) If the article is not actionable, then the final three questions help me determine whether it’s worth bookmarking and reading later, when I have the leisure time to concentrate on reading it carefully. I no longer read any op-eds, no matter how well written or how much I may agree with them. They’re pointless. They change no one’s mind, and just reassure those who desperately need reassurance that what they want to believe is true. That includes an alarming number of articles, some of which appear on the front page, that are essentially op-eds masquerading as news. Likewise, if a story is just a (probably heart-wrenching or otherwise manipulative) isolated anecdote, uncorroborated by independent witnesses, I have no time for it. I would rather spend that time doing volunteer work locally where I see the need first hand and can directly participate in improving the situation. Personal, ghastly stories of loss and tragedy are easy to find anywhere, and IMO they’re just cheap, bad journalism.

Before he lost his mind, Bill Maher famously said “The job of the media is to make what’s important, interesting.” If that is true, it’s a job the media do increasingly incompetently, largely, I suspect, because they now rely on a drastically-reduced number of inexperienced, naive, poorly-trained ‘journalists’.

So the job falls to us. As the journals ‘of record’ continue to stumble and disappear, that job will continue to get harder. Still, for those of us driven to know the truth about what’s going on in the world, it’s a job we have to do.


PS: For anyone who didn’t ‘get’ the title of this article, the NYT has, for 130 years, had on its masthead these words: “All the news that’s fit to print.” The WaPo, another once-great newspaper, has these now-ironic words instead: “Truth dies in darkness.”

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Imagining the End of the Journey


council of clan mothers in post-civ culture; diorama from Afterculture

In a new article, Rhyd Wildermuth acknowledges that he has had to deal with a lot in his life, from horrific precarity as a child to brutal abuse as a young adult. He writes about the importance of self-awareness, of understanding one’s own life, beliefs, behaviours and motivations, and imagining a better future as a means of taking “agency” over one’s life, and hence becoming “unstuck”.

As someone who has written ad nauseam about our culture’s imaginative poverty, I’m of course on board with that. To me, Rhyd’s key insight is:

It’s much easier to imagine the end than to try to imagine how we get to that end.

Where we get mired down in our thinking about the predicaments we face in this unfathomably complex world, I think, is: How do we get there (to the desired end state) from here? And when there’s no clear path, we are easily tempted (and encouraged by adversaries) to conclude there is no path and that our current dark trajectory is inevitable, and that our present, tragic, limiting way of living is the only way to live.

One of the fundamental tools of business planning work is the use of “future states”. This entails briefly setting aside assumptions and concerns about the “present state” and what’s wrong with it, and instead imagining a much better “future state”, without worrying about how or even whether it could be achieved.

There are some who say that that’s all that needs to be done, or really can be done — that the popular bullshit of “strategic planning” towards “achieving” that future state is pure hubris, because we control almost none of the variables to its achievement.

The idea is that, instead of “planning”, we just keep focusing on that future state, and basically trust (I use that word hesitantly) that keeping it in the front or back of our mind is going to influence our conditioning (and what happens as a result) sufficiently that we will tend to move towards, rather than away from, that future state. I confess that may be an article of faith, but it seems intuitively sensible, and it certainly can’t hurt. “Keep your eyes on the prize”, and all that shit.

In “scenario planning” work, you try to be indifferent about future states, and rather than imagining the one you’d like to be living in, you identify the four most probable, distinct future states, and then, studying the variables that would lead to each, you “map” the terrain and ascertain the consequences of, and necessary preparations for, each of those four distinct futures (ideally on the consultant’s notorious “2-by-2” matrix).

It’s an interesting theory, but it simply doesn’t work. The problem is that we cannot be indifferent to potential future states, and we can’t be objective or rigorous about their likelihood or the conditions that could give rise to them — we are too ignorant of the infinitely many variables that could be in play (eg “black swan” events like CoVid-19), too lacking in imaginative capacity to imagine futures very different from the current state, and too invested in our beliefs and preferences, which we are inclined to mistake for truths.

We believe what we want to believe, regardless of its relation to verifiable truth. And we really can’t imagine a world so different from today’s that we have no guideposts or constants to lean on in constructing it. We think, and imagine, by analogy to what we already know — or at least what we think we know. Our cognitive biases are severe and inescapable, and our imaginations pathetically limited.

This is perhaps why SciFi is littered with stories about humanoids on other planets, which is the most unlikely and preposterous precept for a future state story one could employ. But it’s all we have to draw on. No matter that scientist Stephen J Gould demonstrated that the chances of the evolution of vertebrates on a planet with an evolving atmosphere and biosphere like ours was no more than one in sixty million!

We probably wouldn’t like a SciFi story that wasn’t based on humanoids — we just couldn’t relate to it. We really are not a very imaginative species.

Where I disagree with Rhyd is over the issue of “agency” — about whether, having imagined a desired, very different “future state”, and acquired sufficient self-awareness to understand our current predicament and our current beliefs, behaviours and conditioning, we can use this to “take agency” to move toward that future state.

Rhyd uses the example of capitalism, suggesting that if we imagine an economic system that actually works for the benefit of all, and start to build it, then that’s more effective than trying to map a path to reform the existing, entrenched, self-reinforcing capitalist system. (Yeah, I know, cue the Bucky Fuller clichés.)

Or perhaps, on a more personal level, if we’re living in a situation of horrific precarity or abuse, it might make more sense to imagine living in a healthy situation, and then let that ‘vision’ guide us towards achieving it, instead of trying to plot a step-by-step path through and out of  the brambles of our terrible current state.

Anything that helps us imagine that desirable end (eg the story of a close friend who had successfully escaped from an abusive relationship; or a visit to an intentional community that’s based on income-sharing rather than capitalism) would presumably help.

There are, of course imaginings that would not help, or which might even worsen, one’s situation. If one is dealing with grinding poverty, imagining being surrounded by staggering wealth is unlikely to prove useful. Nor is imagining the Rapture, or a visit by aliens, reversing climate and ecological collapse. Future state stories have their limitations, especially when they’re fairy stories.

My sense is that if the problem one is facing is local and personal, a future state story that imagines that problem to no longer exist could be useful. If the predicament is large-scale and systemic, imaging a future where it no longer exists might just be wishful thinking, and of little or no use to anyone (except perhaps writers of fiction and self-help books).

How do I reconcile my sense that envisioning a future that is better than today’s can be useful, with my belief that we have absolutely no free will? The same way I can reconcile the sudden and radical changes in my own worldview, and in my subsequent behaviours, over the past decade: Something came along, serendipitously, that challenged my way of thinking at a time I was ‘ready’ for it, and it changed my conditioned behaviour. I’m still, and always, acting out my conditioning; it’s just that that conditioning shifted due to some factor beyond my control.

Likewise, you telling someone a story about a better future, one without a problem they are grappling with, might just shift their conditioned behaviour to escape that problem, which wouldn’t likely have occurred without that provocative story — a story of what was possible, which previous to that had been unimaginable to them.

Not because they now had “agency” — they never had that. But because sometimes our imaginations need a little help to guide us towards a better way of coping with a problem. As Rhyd puts it: “You cannot become someone else until you can imagine yourself otherwise.”

There are many situations — predicaments rather than problems — where our imaginations are of little or no use. Quite a few of my fellow collapsnik writers (John Michael Greer, Paul Kingsnorth, Michael Dowd) find solace, as Rhyd does, in traditional religious or spiritual beliefs, in coping with the grim reality of these predicaments.

I confess I don’t share, or even really understand, these beliefs. I take no stock in the existence of any higher power that might, in some way or other, look after us when we cannot look after ourselves, or the existence of some ancient or indigenous wisdom about how to cope with the dread and grief of a seemingly ghastly and unbearable future. I am, as the song Doubting Thomas puts it, “of little faith”.

Imagination is not magic — They don’t even come from the same root: Imagine comes from the word for picture and magic from the word for power. I believe in the value of imagination, but I don’t believe in magic. Gaia may be wondrous, but she doesn’t care about us.

As I have often written: If we can’t imagine, we can do anything. The atrocities of war, and the abuse of so many humans and other animals behind closed doors, depend on our refusal or incapacity to imagine what is happening in those horrific places. That is what our imaginative poverty has wrought. No one is to blame for that, but still…

So: Let us exercise and draw upon our imaginations. Let us free them to envision, not a way out of our problems and predicaments, but rather a world without those problems and predicaments. Not to deny these problems and predicaments, but to see past them, to see how we might work around them. Maybe, for the smaller, local, less systemic ones, we might even find our imaginings can come true.

Or, at least, we might see what might be possible, after system and civilizational collapse, for our descendants, on the other side.

If we could only imagine.

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What It Means To Be Human

my synopsis of the some of the elements that might comprise one’s Ikigai; any misunderstandings about ikigai here are mine

I‘ve written before about the ancient Japanese concept and philosophy of ikigai. Contrary to business consultants’ perverse and simplistic misappropriation of the concept, ikigai has absolutely nothing to do with “the work you’re meant to do”, or “finding your purpose”, or in fact about anything aspirational.

It is, rather, about the lifelong discovery, appreciation and acceptance of who you really are, now, authentically, as gauged by what gives you joy, what you care about, and what is in your true nature.

I listed what I currently consider to be my personal ikigai in my first post on the subject. Who I am, really, is a lost, scared, bewildered, and rather lazy human who has been fortunate enough to be able to engage, more and more, in quiet, creative, playful and hedonistic activities in beautiful, peaceful places, alone or with small groups of intelligent, curious, gentle people.

That might seem rather self-centred, and not of much service to the rest of the world, but my younger-days aspirations to make the world a better place seem to have dissipated. I am content, even driven, these days, to chronicle the accelerating collapse of our civilization and the ruin it is invoking on our planet, and speculate on how and why that has come to be. Perhaps I may yet find some activity that will reengage my energies and reconnect me to the more-than-human world from which I have become untethered. Something worth dying for, even. It’s not unimaginable.

My sense from studying indigenous and non-human cultures is that almost all creatures, including our bonobo cousins and even the first humans, have always intuitively sought to live in balance with the rest of life on earth. That of course makes Darwinian sense, and our disconnection from the more-than-human world might explain why the human species no longer attempts to live in such balance, and has as a result unwittingly precipitated the sixth great extinction of life on our planet.

What, I wondered, might our collective ikigai be, as a species, and as members of tribes, communities and federations?

I concluded that our ikigai wouldn’t include ‘being in love’, nationalism, or acquiring stuff. These are things that wild creatures don’t care about, and that’s not because they’re insensate or less present in the world than we are. Our human preoccupation with ‘personal’ love, with country, and with our possessions is a sign, I think, of our mental illness, our Civilization Disease. These are preoccupations born of disconnection and of fear.

To try to figure out what our collective human ikigai might be if we were somehow freed of Civilization Disease, I have been looking at some studies of non-human societies, and asking myself:

  • What is it that wild creatures most love about being alive and about ‘getting up’ each day? What brings them joy, what do they collectively care about?
  • When, and where, and doing what, are they happiest? What is their true nature, and what do they pay attention to?
  • How do they somehow sense that their lives are part of, and at least partly in service to, some greater whole?

The dogs and cats I have known, and the birds that I’ve studied, seem to spend much of their lives (at least when they’re not under stress) in one of two states: equanimity, and, when there’s something new and interesting in their purview, excitement.

In times of equanimity they sleep, groom themselves and each other, and just hang out together. They seem very happy “doing nothing” except noticing, socializing, and (I would guess) appreciating and accepting just being a part of everything that is. They seem to see the world with a sense of endless wonder.

In moments of excitement they play, they explore, and they tend their young and others in their ‘tribe’. They seem to enjoy doing these things, too, though the tending of their young can clearly be exhausting. Even finding food, except in the rare and stressful times and places of scarcity, seems pleasurable, not ‘work’ as we would describe it.

In short, one might say, the ikigai of a cat is to be a cat, and the collective ikigai of a flock of birds is to do those equanimous and excited (and occasionally stressful) things that flocks of birds do together, like gathering noisily in staging areas every evening and flying together to an overnight roost of thousands of their kind, for no other apparent reason than the sheer social joy of doing it.

My sense is that our modern human ‘civilized’ lives are so filled with stress and unnecessary scarcity that we can hardly relate to such a way of just being. We’ve almost never, at least since infancy or early childhood, had the opportunity to just be, moving between states of observant equanimity and curious excitement.


bonobo photo from wikimedia by Nick Hobgood, CC-BY-SA 3.0

Yet that is, I think, our essential nature. We are not so different from crows. We are not (biologically) meant to live this way, in lives of constant stress and struggle, doing ‘work’ for other people, hoping that tomorrow will be better or at least not worse. We are not meant (biologically) to live surrounded by people we don’t know or trust, crowded together and clueless about how to tend for ourselves, and hence dependent on others far away to provide us with we what we need (if we can even ‘afford’ it). We are not meant (biologically) to struggle to find purpose in, and meaning to, our lives, or to live much of our lives suffering from illnesses caused by chronic stress and poor diets.

And we are not (biologically) meant to wreak such cancer-like havoc on the rest of life on earth, and on our ecosystems. “Survival of the fittest” does not mean survival of the strongest and most ruthless, it means survival of those who best fit within the ecosystems they are a part of and co-evolve with. How and why our species lost the essential connectedness with the rest of life on earth that informs that ‘fit-ness’, is a subject that never ceases to fascinate me. How could such a seemingly intelligent species become such a plague upon the planet? I have blamed the evolution, in humans, of the idea of a separate, vulnerable self for the malaise of Civilization Disease, but I’m not entirely happy with this explanation.

Wolfi Landstreicher, in a quote I have used often on this blog, says that our civilized, self-domesticated way of being is unnatural and abhorrent:

In a very general way, we know what we want. We want to live as wild, free beings in a world of wild, free beings. The humiliation of having to follow rules, of having to sell our lives away to buy survival, of seeing our usurped desires transformed into abstractions and images in order to sell us commodities fills us with rage. How long will we put up with this misery? We want to make this world into a place where our desires can be immediately realized, not just sporadically, but normally. We want to re-eroticize our lives. We want to live not in a dead world of resources, but in a living world of free wild lovers. We need to start exploring the extent to which we are capable of living these dreams in the present without isolating ourselves. This will give us a clearer understanding of the domination of civilization over our lives, an understanding which will allow us to fight domestication more intensely and so expand the extent to which we can live wildly.

I don’t share Wolfi’s optimism that rediscovering our natural way of being is as simple as putting our minds to it, but I think his diagnosis is pretty accurate. He is talking about living the way bonobos and crows and other wild creatures now live and have always lived. Why should this be so impossible for our species?

Part of me wants to accept our fucked-up human situation with its endemic Civilization Disease and disastrous trajectory as the only thing that could have happened with a species as strange and terrible (but also so ordinary) as ours. Its collective ikigai might be something like:

We care, to the point of preoccupation, about our own happiness and ‘fulfillment’, and, to a lesser extent, that of those we love and erroneously think we know. We take pleasure in entertainments that distract us from the reality of our imprisoned, tragic, domesticated, disconnected lives. Our ‘tribe’, the group we feel we belong with, consists of those who give us attention, appreciation and reassurance, and who confirm what we believe, which is what we want to believe whether or not it is true. Our true nature is to be obsessively protective of our selves and those we love, and to be often consumed with anxiety, shame, guilt, jealousy, and other reactive emotions that reflect our regrets about the past, our judgements about the present, and our fears about the future, none of which are actually warranted.

Pretty grim, huh? This is, I think, what Civilization Disease has wrought in us, and how it’s damaged us and made us all mentally ill. Still, I can understand how this has happened and how it’s made us, sadly, who we are. It’s a tragic story, but one that instils in me some compassion. This is a diagnosis of a species dying of a terminal illness, after all. We can at least offer the patient hospice.

But another part of me wants to see through our disease to humankind as it was before we went astray. What might its collective ikigai be? Maybe something like this:

We love to hang out with our tribe-mates, playing, joking, taking in this astonishingly beautiful world with a sense of curiosity and unceasing wonder. We take pleasure in exploring the unfamiliar, in learning and showing new things. We love to create things and appreciate others’ creations. We look after each other, especially the young. We are awed by, and respectful of, everything. We are amazed that everything we need to thrive is right here, in this world of seeming abundance, and somehow we are instinctively able to do just what is needed.

Yes, this could be the ikigai of bonobos, of cats and dogs and crows and most wild creatures.

But it also might be our collective ikigai, just forgotten and muddled with the onset of disease. Perhaps we have just forgotten who we really are. And perhaps, after collapse, those few humans that are left, inspired to start again, will remember.

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Creatures at Play

In a foreign land
There were creatures at play
Running hand in hand
Needing nowhere to stay
Driven to the mountains high
They were sunken in the cities deep
Livin’ in my sleep.
I feel like goin’ back
Back where there’s nowhere to stay

Neil Young

The crows are back. They’re gathering again each evening in their staging areas, including our apartment rooftop, for the group migration to the Still Creek roost, which sleeps perhaps twenty thousand of them each night, drawing from the entire metro Vancouver area.

I watch them from my own ‘perch’, a hanging basket chair on the roof, 115m above the ground. The people and cars below remind me of aphids and ants, scurrying around endlessly.

A boy on an electric scooter weaves in and around cars and pedestrians, switching between road and sidewalk, moving much faster than the traffic-bound vehicles. Scooters are perhaps the true ‘hybrid’ vehicles, more versatile than electric bicycles. They are even tolerated (sometimes) in malls, eliminating the need for parking. (You can’t rent them here, so the hatred over their misuse and the ‘litter’ when they’re ‘abandoned’ in the streets has not yet arrived here.)

It’s easy to fathom, from this height, this distance, that people are, after all, just another species of animal. All following our conditioning, biological and cultural. Just like the crows, except we are messier and more destructive.

Humans make up just 2% of the biomass of the planet’s animals, and all animals combined make up just 0.5% of the planet’s total biomass. In terms of total mass, despite our grotesque overpopulation, humans are dwarfed by arthropods (crabs etc), fish, worms, insects, mollusks, jellyfish, and even our own farmed animals. Bacteria outweigh all animals combined by a factor of 30, and humans by a factor of 1200. Even viruses outweigh humans by a factor of 3, though it takes a quadrillion (1015) of them to collectively weigh one gram.

We are overachievers, though.

As I watch from my perch, it’s easy to imagine that everything that is moving is equally ‘alive’. The cars ‘eat’ plant fossils, though they need our help to do so (but give them time; an ant sucking dew from one of its aphids looks eerily similar to a human ‘feeding’ its car gasoline). The cars and the scooters and bicycles and space shuttles have a simpler form of ‘conditioning’ that determines where and how they go, and their makeup is pretty simple compared to humans’ and viruses’, but still.

We have created other ‘creatures’ that ‘move’ and ‘grow’ in less animal-like ways (like money, and corporations, and computers, and nuclear facilities), but these creations are so dominant now in terms of what gets done on the planet, and what gets consumed (eaten) and destroyed in the process, it is not hard to conceive of these ‘artificial’ life forms as just one more kind of evolved creature, like us. And like the crows which, without judgement, take them all for granted.

What apparently gives us the arrogance to believe we are a more ‘advanced’ type of creature, is the belief that we have “conscious” free will and choice, unlike all these other creatures, from viruses and bacteria to fungi and plants to machines that travel from place to place and machines that do not. We are in charge, we think. We are the masters of the universe. All these other creatures are simple and dumb, condemned to do what they’re told, while we, the crown of creation, can do anything we want.

Uh huh.

The crows don’t care. Nature doesn’t care.

I sip on my tea, far above it all, and watch, as if I were watching through the glass sides of an ant terrarium. Are the people driving the cars, or are the cars driving the people?

Three crows perform their airborne dance in the updrafts between the apartment towers, taking turns chasing each other, cawing in apparent delight. Below, in the pop-up park, two girls practice gymnastics moves, ending each careful tumbling run with a triumphant raising of the arms, followed by a fit of giggling and falling on the ground.

A girl nearby employs one of the mini-park’s hammocks as a makeshift swing, and then restlessly clambers up its supports and onto the adjacent eight-foot-high fence, sitting astride it. We are tree-dwellers, we humans, naturally meant to climb. I wonder when, and why, we each lose the passion for doing so?

There is a pattern to the use of the ‘beach’ volleyball section of the pop-up park. During the day it is mostly occupied by small kids with pails and shovels, sometimes in large squads with identical neon vests. From dinner hour ’til dark it is often the scene of serious games, up to six-on-six. But now is the in-between time, when it’s often empty. Today a young couple is practicing keeping the ball in the air, back and forth across the net, as long as possible. They’re intent, watching for signals of each other’s moves. It’s like watching a couple dance.

I remember watching a crow repeatedly dropping a pebble in mid-air flight, and then swooping down and grabbing it, only to drop it again, over and over. I remember watching swallows playing with a feather, likewise in mid-air, for almost an hour. Practice is play. And every joy is just a practice. Doesn’t matter if its the clumsiness of a beginner’s first flight (or first love), or a master performance. It is all just practice, just play, for its own sake.

And now, here come the crows. Starting with small groups of two or three, over the next couple of hours their numbers will swell to fifty or more, in raucous groups on one or two of the nearby apartment roofs. Greeting or introducing themselves to each other, conveying the day’s news.

They’ve been doing this for ten million years. Long before there were towers, before there were cities, before there were humans. A different kind of dance. The steps and players a little different every time.

Everywhere, creatures at play.

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A Future With No Elections

Despite what you may have been led to believe, turnout in most western nations’ elections hasn’t actually changed significantly over the past fifty years. And while young people are less likely to vote, they say that’s about scheduling conflicts with school and work, not about lack of interest. In fact, older voters are the cohort most likely to say they don’t think it makes a difference who wins their country’s elections. But they vote in larger numbers anyway.

My friend John Whiting recently sent me a note saying:

More and more countries are dispensing with the superfluous Changing of the Governments.

I take that to mean that when political, economic, social and other systems have become so dysfunctional and sclerotic that they’ve ceased doing anything for citizens, and the citizens have “tried” both the government of the day and “the loyal opposition” and found no significant difference between them, they start to find elections, and the entire exercise of ‘democracy’, superfluous.

I’m one of those old geezers who votes steadfastly in every election despite believing that it makes no significant difference which party wins, other than who will be designated ‘enemies of the state’, and which lobbyists and party faithful will be rewarded with kickbacks, subsidies, and plum civil service jobs after the election.

Of course, the rhetoric of the Tweedledum and Tweedledee parties is different. They blather about their different “values”, and their group Cabinet photos depict different levels of diversity. But their actions are, with the exceptions noted above, substantially indistinguishable. The system is in charge, running on its own momentum and inertia. Which cogs actually operate and oil the machine doesn’t affect what the machine does.

I have lamented the near-impossibility of changing large, complex systems in past. I have also written that the “system” actually doesn’t exist — it’s a mental construct, an invention to “make sense” of what seems to be happening in a particular domain.

What does it mean to say that something that doesn’t actually exist is effectively running our civilization over a cliff?

It means that the combined actions of 7.9B people, each doing their best in the context of the ever-changing circumstances of each moment, and each of whom are entirely biologically and culturally conditioned and not in ‘individual’ control of their decisions and actions at all, determine the state and trajectory of human civilization.

We are predisposed to do everything we do, including whether and how we vote. Again, that’s not to say everything’s predestined, predictable, or preordained — the circumstances of the moment enormously affect what we do, and they are utterly unpredictable and beyond our control.

This isn’t defeatist or nihilistic. It’s actually pretty amazing how our rudderless civilization has evolved and what it’s come up with despite no one being in the driver’s seat.

As it becomes more and more evident that it doesn’t matter whether we vote for the Tweedledum or Tweedledee party, this will not necessarily affect voter turnout, at least in the short run. Most of us, I suspect, are now well conditioned to vote against the party or candidate that we find most repulsive, and turnout seems to reflect the degree of repulsiveness of the most repulsive party or candidate. Though, as we get conditioned to more or less repulsiveness in the candidates, that trend will tend to even out as well.

At some point, what is likely to happen is that the party in power will

  1. restrict who you can vote for in the next election,
  2. enact laws enabling it to stay in power longer or ‘forever’, and/or
  3. restrict what governments can do, and hence ‘privatize’ the real power so it’s not subject to the vagaries of elections.

This is happening, more or less blatantly, everywhere. Examples of (i) are: the Democratic Party’s squelching of the candidacy of Bernie Sanders, twice; and the first-past-the-post system, which largely precludes “third” (non-Tweedle) parties from winning elections.

Examples of (ii) are gerrymandering, the ending of term limits, and the usual forms of government-in-power propaganda. Examples of (iii) are everywhere, as governments of the day sell off public properties cheap to their donors and ‘friends’, privatize government services to other ‘friends’, and completely deregulate the private sector.

Eventually, we will be conditioned to shrug off the fact that there are no elections anymore — that, to use John’s words, our countries have decided to “dispense with the superfluous Changing of the Governments”. All it took was a quiet, backroom handshake between Tweedledum and Tweedledee. And what difference did it make?

We’ve been conditioned, in most western nations anyway, to believe that elections are essential to democracy and good government. And that the only alternative to the election of ‘representatives’ to make and manage laws, is tyrannical and self-serving oligarchies.

But there are many alternatives to obtain information and consensus of citizens about what laws to pass and how to enforce them. One alternative is Citizens’ Assemblies, where groups of citizens are selected at random to learn about particular issues and recommend the best alternatives to address them, and then, their work done, disband. These have been used in many variations in different societies around the world throughout history. They’re what Extinction Rebellion has concluded is the only way to actually change laws and economies fast enough to at least lessen runaway climate change.

It was a revelation to me to realize that a quick end to our modern industrial economy was not only viable, it was inevitable, and the sooner it happens, the less the global devastation and suffering and the sooner the healing of our planet from its excesses can begin. How had I been so conditioned as to believe our way of life was not only worth “saving”, it was the only way for humans to live?

Perhaps the same is true for that economy’s handmaiden — the idea of ‘representative’ democracy using elections and voting.

Maybe there’s another way, a better way. As unimaginable as it might be for us now, perhaps our future is a world where power (and wealth) are vested in citizens selected at random, and vested only long enough and narrowly enough to address a specific issue. As The Dawn of Everything explains, such means of getting things done for the betterment of all have many historical precedents.

If “the Changing of the Governments” is becoming superfluous, perhaps rather than trying to make such changes meaningful and essential again, we should try doing without “governments”, at least as we know them in their awful, sclerotic, dysfunctional and unrepresentative form, entirely.

That may be unthinkable now (except to those who have studied the history and principles of anarchy), but so, even twenty years ago, was the idea that industrial/financial capitalism is a failed and unsalvageable experiment.

Maybe it’s time to stop trying to save or fix what does not and never did work, and try something that has, and just might.

image of ballot box from Wikimedia, CC0

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Frogs’ Hollow

This is a work of fiction.


Canadian soldiers monitor Afghan citizens being questioned in Kandahar, 2008; photo by Allauddin Khan in Canadian Dimension.

I saw him pretty often on my trips to Loblaws grocery last year. He looked old and tired. He wore camouflage pants and a torn white tee shirt, and always looked around warily for the store’s security staff, who would regularly shoo him off ‘their’ grounds. I usually put whatever change I had in my pockets, including loonies and toonies, in his cup, as I walked to, or from, the store entrance, and nodded and smiled to him. He always smiled and said “Thank you”.

The last time I saw him, he had made a new sign, which he held up as people entered or left the store. It said:

Half of all moneys raised go to feed starving Afghan children.

“Wow,” I said to him, “That’s new. How’s that going over?”

“So-so,” he replied. “Most people don’t believe me, even when I show them this and assure them it’s not for the Taliban.”

He held out a thank-you letter and tax receipt from an Afghan charitable organization, in English, Dari and Pashto. It was for AFN 10,000, which he told me was about $150 Canadian. “Half of what I made here last month. I don’t lie. The kids there need it more than I do.”

“Good for you, man,” I said. “There are lots of needy people — what made you decide to give it to Afghan kids?”

He looked at me forlornly. “I served there,” he replied. “Did three years out of the fourteen Canada was part of the occupying force. It was a total failure from day one, and the Americans were there for twenty years. And now Biden has seized all the humanitarian funds in bank accounts set up to help Afghan citizens deal with the sanctions and the famine. It’s criminal. He’s taking the food out of Afghan children’s mouths. So I try to do something.”

No one, I noticed, was listening to our conversation. They walked by and wheeled their carts around us as if we weren’t even there.

“You were there on the ground for three years? What was your sense of the place, and the people?”

“My grandfather came to Canada from Pakistan,” he replied. “So I learned Urdu and some Pashto from him when I was little. Pashto is what’s spoken in Kandahar, near where I was stationed. So unlike most of my colleagues, I could actually speak with the locals. Want to know what they told me?”

I nodded.

“‘If you want to help us’, they told me, ‘listen to what we need. We don’t need your help fighting ISIL or liberating our women from the Taliban. What we need is help rebuilding the social fabric and infrastructure of this burned-out, hollowed-out land, that’s been destroyed by generations of occupying armies, wars, and deliberate, thoughtless destruction. What you call scorched earth I think. Taliban are not nice people, but they can help us do this, in our own language. We need help to rebuild our destroyed schools, but we don’t want your help telling us what should be taught in them. And the other thing you need to know is that Kabul is not Afghanistan. It is its own separate world, full of corrupt men. When you deal with them, you just make our situation worse.'”

“That’s what they told you? How did you feel about that?”

“I tried to put myself in their shoes. I know that if this had happened to us in Canada, we would want humanitarian aid but without strings attached. We would want to be trusted to redevelop our destroyed country in our own way. So I tried to help, but the commanding officers of all the occupying forces, including ours, didn’t understand. I kept getting in trouble, and finally I was discharged. PTSD, and a bunch of injuries from landmines. But I get by. I’m not starving like most of the kids in Afghanistan.”

“Wow, that’s quite the story. Sorry you’ve had to face that. Must have been awful. I confess that the fact that women in Afghanistan have been treated so poorly by the Taliban probably explains why there’s been so little outrage about Biden’s theft of humanitarian aid funds from Afghanistan.”

“Yeah, I get that”, he said. “I hate all religions, and the horrible violence they have caused throughout history and continue to cause today. Thirty-one countries still routinely perform genital mutilation on young girls in the name of religion, and we don’t have embargoes or sanctions against any of them. And international businesses are still operating in Florida and Texas, despite those states’ repudiation of the basic rights of women there. We can’t legislate against ignorance and superstition, and even when we prohibit discrimination it just drives it underground. We’re all doing our best. There are atrocities going on everywhere. That doesn’t justify stealing food money from the mouths of children.”

We were quiet for a moment. I continued to marvel at how the shoppers with their loaded grocery carts continued to ignore us. In much of the US they seem to taunt and beat and lock up the homeless. Here, we just pretend they don’t exist. Finally, I spoke up:

“Thanks for this conversation; it’s been enlightening. Can I ask you the story of the toad pin you’re wearing?”

“Sure,” he replied. “The area I was stationed in was called Frogs’ Hollow. After the Canadians put in a water treatment system beside the base, the area was practically overrun with frogs. Frogs are really well adapted to the beautiful, arid conditions in the country. When the rains come, they explode into life, and the rest of the time they just wait, quietly, patiently, in dormancy. Kind of like the Afghan people, perhaps, except they’ve now been waiting for a long, long time.

“So,” he continued, “the frog, and the frog pin, is kind of my way of saying that no matter how bad it gets, no matter how long you have to wait, one day the rains will come, finally. One day it’ll be our turn.”

At that moment he spotted the store security guards walking toward him. I was annoyed, ashamed, other feelings I couldn’t quite understand. I squared myself to tell them to leave him alone, but he shook his head, saying “It’s OK,” and then waved to them and said “It’s fine officers, just talking to my friend here… on my way now!”

And as he turned, lifting two large canvas bags and walking away from the store, he smiled at me sadly and said “One day…”

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Making Our Measurement Systems a Little Bit Better


map from statista, CC BY-ND 3.0

One of the things I often lament about the massive centralized systems modern humans seem predisposed to develop, is that they grow so large, complicated and cumbersome that they become essentially incapable of being changed, even if there is overwhelming agreement on both the need for change and the nature of the change that’s needed.

An obvious example is the utter incapacity of world governments to rid ourselves of the scourge of moving clocks back and forth twice a year. Early this year, the US Senate unanimously (!) agreed to forever cease semi-annual clock changes, starting in November 2023. One would think that this would be enough to make it happen.

But no, the House doesn’t consider it a priority, so it is unlikely to even be put to a vote there, and, yet again, the proposal will die and will go back to the drawing board.

Canada and many other countries already have laws ready that will likewise dispense with clock changes — as soon as the US enacts theirs. (It’s too confusing for international commerce and airlines to have two different systems.)

This is a totally dysfunctional situation — governments and citizens all over the world overwhelmingly want a simple change made in the law to stop forcing them to change their clocks twice a year, but still, it doesn’t happen.

How we measure things seems to be a frequent exemplar of the dysfunction of human systems. Here are some more examples of mis-measurement, and some simple ideas to improve how we measure things:

  1. The measurement of years in “BCE” (BC) or “CE” (AD) terms. This is a silly anachronism, especially when there is no year zero in this calendar. It makes computing time spans needlessly complicated, and is completely arbitrary. What would make more sense would be to add a number to all years that would make every year a positive number. If that number were 10,000, for example (the age, some say, of the oldest human civilizations), our current year would be 12022. I’d suggest a symbol be used instead of letters of abbreviation to denote it — maybe the symbol » (to represent ‘the arrow of time’). So in historical documents we’d refer to 300 BC as »9700, and we’d denote last year as »12021. In current documents we might replace the leading 1 with the | symbol so that last year would be the more familiar »|2021. Some scientists who often reference much longer time periods, where the precise year is unimportant, use the abbreviation BP (‘before present’), so that ‘300 million years before now’ is written 300MYBP (or MYA). For this, we could use the complementary ‘less than’ symbol, so it would become 300M«. 
  2. Let’s also look at our current conventions for calendar months and weeks, a horrible hodgepodge of historical accidents and misunderstandings. If we really need to keep 7-day weeks, then Hank Green’s idea of having 13 months of 28 days each, with an extra day at year-end (a global holiday of course) makes sense, so that (i) the first of every month falls on the same day of the week and (ii) every month is the same length. (There would be two extra days in leap years). Personally I like the idea of making weeks shorter, such as only 6 days long, keeping the two weekend days of course, so that the four day work week becomes a fait accompli. And I like the idea of 10 months, so that would mean 36 days per month (6 six-day weeks a month, all of them starting on the same day every month), with a five-day carnival at the end of the year (six-days in leap-years). With ten months instead of twelve, we could eliminate the silly Imperial Emperor months of July and August, so that the names for the last four months of the year actually make sense (eg October becomes — ta da! — the 8th month). The only logical way to denote dates without the confusion of whether 9/11 is September 11th or November 9th, is to use the unambiguous and computer-sorting-friendly Y.MM.DD format, so that in Hank’s calendar, today (September 23rd, the 266th day of this non-leap year) would be »|2022.09.14 (the 7th day of the 2nd week of month 9) and in my calendar it would be »|2022.07.14 (the 2nd day of the 3rd week of month 7). In either case you could shorten it by omitting the |2022. — but please, no slashes, hyphens or ambiguous 2-letter months (eg MA which could mean either March or May).
  3. Can we please, once and for all, get rid of the ludicrous system that has two ten-o’clocks every day? The 24 hour clock has been around a long time. It’s time to use it everywhere. I’d love to move the whole day to metric, with ten, one-hundred minute hours per day, and each minute lasting 100 seconds. My seconds would click by about 15% faster than the current measure, but we’d make it to the end of the day at the same time, and my h:mm:ss notation would be so much easier to work with than the current base 60. But that’s probably a bit ambitious when we can’t even get rid of clock changes no one wants.
  4. And can we please get with the metric system, all of us, at last? If you want to fondly remember furlongs and farthings, fine, but don’t make the rest of the world use your arcane Imperial nonsense, or convert back and forth from/to it.
  5. It would be great to have one global ‘basket’ currency, against which all others would be measured and into (and out of) which all others could be converted. Currencies would make so much more sense if their value was based on some objectively-determinable formula (based on the actual production of real goods and services and the quality of life that that production ‘buys’, and not $%#& GDP). So instead of being at the mercy of damned grifters, speculators and hedge funds who play currency exchanges like lotteries, grossly distorting their real relative value, we would have stable currencies, easily converted. When it comes to currency values, ‘the market’ is an ass.
  6. And while I’m bashing GDP, how about a replacement for it based on a mix of objectively measured and subjectively-felt well-being? The fact that anyone still considers increases in GDP as in any way representing a healthy economy or a ‘good thing’, is insane. And at the very least, we should be using median per-capita measures, and GINI indices of inequality, not ‘averages’ of billionaires and paupers.
  7. Two of the most important measures of economic health we use now are unemployment rate and rate of inflation. Let’s start using the real numbers instead of the trumped-up fake numbers produced by governments ever since Reagan, Thatcher and their lying counterparts in other countries started distorting them in the 1980s.
  8. And please can we get rid of pennies, nickels, and other vestiges of ancient times that have no value and which cost a fortune to produce, manage and account for? And while we’re at it, if your currency is regularly used in vending machines, it should be in coins, not bills. That means US $1 and $5 and Canadian $5 and UK £5 and Euro €5 bills should now be coins. And for Pete’s sake, if your bills are still all the same colour in this day and age, give your head a shake. It’s »|2022 after all!

There are, of course, much greater injustices that could be quite simply corrected if lawmakers were to grow spines. For a start, we could reintroduce usury laws that would make it illegal to charge interest at more than 2% above the rate of inflation. The bankster usury that is now permitted on loans, lines of credit and credit cards means that many citizens are paying interest at an annual rate of 30% or more on their debts (the US median rate, for the 99%, is about 16%), which is simply obscene. And we could return to taxing capital gains (unearned income) at rates at least as high as the tax rates on earned income.

Still, fixing how we measure things might be an easy way to start making everyone’s lives easier, and give us a much clearer picture of what is currently going on in our society and economy than the current awkward, outmoded and obfuscating ones.


Thanks to Kelly Gavin for prompting my thoughts on this post. The snarky tone is my own.

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A Culture Built on Lovely, Wrong Models

A model of Lafarge Lake Skytrain Station and the Evergreen Cultural Centre in Coquitlam, near where I live, made of 40,000 LEGO blocks.  The model is housed in the building depicted in the centre of the model. It’s a gorgeous model, meticulously created by the Vancouver LEGO club, but it doesn’t need to, or presume to, tell you how the train, the station, or the centre actually work.

The human brain “makes sense” of things by identifying apparent patterns in the signals it perceives, and then by creating elaborate models of how it conceives reality to be, based on those perceptions. These models or representations of reality are then shared with others, and accepted, rejected or amended, to produce our beliefs and worldview. Collectively, these beliefs, and the behaviours that stem from them, constitute our culture.

Part of these models are representations of the ‘space’ and ‘time’ in which the brain’s perceptions and conceptions are assumed to be ‘situated’ — the models just don’t make any sense without such a framework. And then, to make the models ‘useful’, another part of the model is assumed to be situated in the centre of these representations — designated as ‘here’ and ‘now’. We call these essential parts of the model ‘selves’.

The brain doesn’t particularly know or care whether these representations are accurate representations of reality. Its job is just to perceive, conceive, and model — to ‘make sense’, as best it can, of everything it is ‘aware’ of. The most important quality of the model is not its accuracy but its utility. Like a good map, the model doesn’t need to be (and can never be) exact and include everything ‘real’ in it. That would make it impossibly complex, useless and unfathomable. So it simplifies.

That seems to work. The perception of ‘orange’, ‘big’, and ‘fast moving’ leads to the conception of ‘tiger’ and the body quickly responds with a fight, flight or freeze response. The brain adds to the model constantly, so that in the city, ‘orange’, ‘big’, and ‘fast moving’ might be a taxi or a bus. Our instinctive response is modified accordingly, whether we are in the path of the bus, about to step in front of it, or furious that it didn’t stop for us. Pretty good model, no?

No, actually. It’s a really, really simple model. It is ignorant of a million things, from the state of the mind of the bus driver (or tiger) to the state of the bus’ brakes (or the tiger’s eyesight), to the state of mind of the person behind us on their phone who, when we stop quickly, is actually going to bump into us and push us into the bus’ (or tiger’s) path, when, had we kept going instead of stopping, would have resulted, perhaps, in the bus driver, seeing us walking into the road instead of stopping, possibly braking in time. Or in the tiger, not presented with a yelling, flailing body staggering into its path, ignoring our presence completely. Simplified models can be dangerous misrepresentations of reality.

What’s worse, in our brain’s desperate sense for ‘meaningful’ patterns, we can easily come to conceive of patterns that aren’t really there at all, just because we want them to be there — because if they were, it would be interesting, or reassuring, or give us an ‘aha’ moment, or even, if we were the first to articulate it well, our fifteen minutes of fame, or wealth, or power.

And then, having conceived these things, and persuaded others of their veracity, we come to believe them, and make others believe them, and pretty soon you have a whole mass of people believing something that is completely invalid — like our beliefs about immigrants, or gays, or CoVid-19, or trickle-down economics, or strict parenting, or abortion, or the war in Ukraine, or the inevitability of progress, or good and evil, or how to operate education systems, health care systems, or penal systems.

To come to believe these things, we have to develop, or accept, an absurdly simplified model that is nothing more than a conception in someone’s brain — our own or that of someone we trust. And if we want to believe them, we will overlook any evidence or logic that clearly refutes them.

A while ago, I coined what I call Pollard’s Law of Human Beliefs, that goes like this:

We believe what we want to believe, not what is actually true. We want to believe in happy endings, simple answers, the inevitability of progress, self-control, karma, responsibility, destiny, miracles, a proper order of things, the power of love, and infinite human capacity and agency. Most of us want to believe in a higher power that can step in when we falter. We want to believe what those in our circles of trust believe (even if it’s crazy, gaslighting or propaganda). So we tend to seek sources that reinforce those beliefs and ignore those that undermine or unsettle them. Our hopes and expectations are determined by those beliefs. Our worldview is the sum of those beliefs, hopes and expectations, and bears no necessary resemblance to truth or reality. This invented reality is the only way we can  make sense of a world that is vastly too complex to ever make sense of.

Perhaps a corollary of that law is that we will create models, representations of reality and truth that correspond to what we want to believe, for various reasons, and/or what we have been led to believe by others we trust. And we will use these models, and rely on them and defend them, even in the face of overwhelming evidence (which we will ignore or deny) that they are untrue, that they bear no resemblance to the reality they purport to represent.

And by doing so, we will be flirting with incredible danger — of stirring up needless hatred, jealousy, shame, envy, grief, anxiety, or guilt, of starting or prolonging or supporting a fight or even a war, of enabling liars and hate-mongers and sociopaths to acquire power and wealth and oppress others, of traumatizing friends, family, or strangers, of getting people savagely punished, ostracized or killed, of causing injury, loss and destruction, of spreading or perpetuating a disease, or of instigating or enabling any number of beliefs, feelings and actions that cause suffering to ourselves, our loved ones and others.

All because we just wanted to believe, we wanted something to be true, to be “as simple as that”. And we couldn’t help ourselves.

All of the models we employ and deploy so diligently in our work of sustaining and building a society and culture — in business, in child-rearing, in teaching, in politics and law and law enforcement, in economics and finance, in health care, in journalism and book-writing and many other human endeavours — are just rough representations, guesses, opinions, stuff we mostly want to believe is true and simple, when it is often untrue, and when the situation is almost always vastly more complex than we can hope to comprehend.

The simple, beautiful, elegant “untrammelled free market” model, for example, thus produces not efficiency but grotesque, ruinous inequality. The theoretically-sound hierarchical model of business produces not merit-based advancement and effectiveness but vicious competition, chronic dysfunction, sociopathic leaders and disengaged wage slaves.

The idealized model of self-regulating industry produces not social responsibility but climate and ecological collapse. The inspiring model that employs debt, subsidies and marketing to stimulate production produces not prosperity and the promised “perpetual growth” but economic excess, massive waste and ultimately economic collapse.

In short, all of our models are wrong — of necessity they are grossly oversimplified, woefully incomplete, and incapable of effectively determining either the best course of action, or the potentially disastrous impact of their implementation.

But we can’t help ourselves. Our models are the only tools we have. We are trying to do our best.

Even now, we are using absurdly flawed Cold War military models that are blowing up in our faces and risking both economic calamity and nuclear disaster. Even now we are scheming to use geo-engineering to try to stem runaway climate collapse, essentially a Hail Mary shot in the dark, when we have absolutely no idea what we’re doing or what its potential consequences might be. All we have are a few simple models, and a million unknowns.

This is the culture that, with the best of intentions, we have created.

We mistake our models, our guesses, our opinions and our beliefs for real knowledge, and convince ourselves we may, soon enough, know everything. But we know nothing. We’re just fumbling around in the dark, pretending we aren’t clueless, and destroying our planet in the process.

Still, they’re lovely models, aren’t they? Like the LEGO model in the photo, they’re beautiful, they’re fascinating. Even a child can appreciate them. My book, my blog, all the key milestones of my professional career were all about presenting and using new and compelling models. Without our models, we would just be another species of dumb animals, right?

It’s too bad none of our models actually work. But hey, aren’t they great? Look!: intersecting circles, pyramids, cause and effect charts, systems diagrams! It’s all there, everything we need to save the world. Awesome, huh? Now, all we need to do is…

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