Questions

I have a few questions for readers who feel they can share unique perspectives. I usually try to provide answers, but these are things that I’ve been wondering for a long time, without coming to any meaningful conclusions. Philosophy should be a conversation, and hopefully, these questions inspire some.

Question 1:

The theory of evolution is the Darwinist theory that all life came from the sea, and has been evolving for millions of years to become what it is today, including humans.

My question is this: If you believe that humans evolved in the same ways as other creatures (In this case meaning without divine intervention) and natural selection selects for traits that will continue the existence of the species, why did we evolve sentience? I.e. why did we gain the ability to create nuclear weapons, burn holes in the ozone layer, melt the ice caps, and destroy the very planet that sustains us?

I want to make it clear: I do believe creatures mutate, and that sometimes these mutations are beneficial, this is called evolution. I do not deny that evolution occurs. But, I wonder why a random mutation would result in the ability to destroy on the scale that we can and have, let alone the ability to blog.

Question 2:

I think the default political state, or the political leaning that humans are born into, is conservatism, and conservatism is the state that most people return to later in life, due to any number of factors.

If we could ask a baby what its political views are, (and could communicate sufficiently to understand the answer) we would see them as conservative. If we could thaw a caveman out of ice and catch him up to speed, his political beliefs (or lack thereof) would seem, to us, conservative.

As children, we don’t understand that things are wrong with the world or want to change them until we’re older. Some things do need to change, while others are better off staying the same.

Maybe you lean left in adolescence, but eventually, get tired of the constant forward momentum. This could explain why conservatism is popular among people of graduated age, who grow comfortable with how things are.

After all, progressivism is a lifelong game, an ever-evolving play. New rules, new lines, and new actors every day. What’s progressive today is conservative tomorrow. I can’t blame anyone for bowing out.

A few questions, then:

  1. Do you agree? Please share any opposing viewpoints.
  2. What are the implications of living in a system that favors one side in this way? (Most public office and decision-making positions are held by older and “more experienced” people, who tend to be conservative, we’ll come back to this)
  3. What can we do to get more young people into these positions?

Question 3:

Is it possible to be racist against white people? I understand that not everybody is on the same page regarding the answer to this question. The key to unlocking the answer lies in how we define racism. I would define racism as discrimination against a person or group based on race or ethnicity, with no exceptions and no leeway.

How does someone who believes white people cannot be discriminated against define racism?

The Zone of Interest

I’ve noticed I do something that ruins a lot of experiences for me. It’s an entirely self-imposed problem. If I hear a recommendation for something incredible, life-changing, or otherwise of good report, I self-sabotage by coasting through it without any effort to understand it. A show, a book, a place, etc. I just take the recommender at their word and often end up getting nothing in return, because I’ve put nothing into the experience of experiencing the thing. If it’s so good, I should understand why automatically, right?

Blood Meridian is a fantastic example of this. I knew it was a classic novel by a quintessentially American author, I knew it would be philosophical, grim, and violent. I knew too much. Nothing was gained from my first read-through. I watched video essays such as Wendigoon’s to understand what I was supposed to get out of it. As it turns out, I read through it just to say I’d read it. I wanted to join the club, and in doing so, I ruined the experience. I can’t read it for the first time again, but I will read it a second time, and form my own thoughts, probably with a report to follow.

All this is said to say: I will now tell you about a movie. This movie was incredible, life-changing, and of good report, and if you are anything like me, reading further will ruin it for you. I strongly encourage you to watch it first and return to this site afterward. It will still be here when you do.

The movie is titled The Zone of Interest. It is loosely based on a book of the same name. The movie came out in 2023, and the moment I saw a trailer, I knew I had to see it. I watched it the same night and then spent about a week unpacking and unraveling my feelings.

It is broadly a slice-of-life movie about a man, Rudolf, and his family. He visits the beach with his family, goes to work, celebrates his birthday, discusses with work colleagues how to improve efficiency, gets a promotion, and is told he needs to relocate. His wife, Hedwig, wants to stay because she likes their living situation too much. Her mother, Linna, visits, and Hedwig gives her a tour of the grounds, she stays behind to take care of the house and children against her husband’s wishes. Her mother leaves in the night because she can’t stand the screaming and the pillars of smoke from the crematoriums. The yard shares a wall with the Auschwitz concentration camp, after all.

Please forgive the misdirection, but it’s treated as a background detail in the movie, looming over almost every shot, yet never acknowledged by any character except the mother-in-law, who’s from out of town. The camp’s presence (which at this time and by these people would’ve been called an annihilation camp) is a background detail in the family member’s lives. To the family, it’s just a fact of life, something banal like the auto shop next to your apartment. But, to us, the viewers, it’s something horrific, something unignorable.

The camp itself seems allegorical of the fact that these characters are nazis. A great gray cloud hanging over all their heads. We see it, but they don’t seem to. Obviously, they know that they are nazis, but they don’t understand what we do about nazism. We know that these people are nazis. Bad guys.

This spawns several questions. How are they not aware of the darkness around them? How much cognitive dissonance are they capable of? How cushy would my life have to be to ignore the annihilation of a million people next door? How long would I need to be brainwashed to believe that they weren’t really “people dying over there?

Strange things with vile implications happen throughout the movie, and the characters take them in stride. Daily occurrences, they must be. A man delivers sacks of clothes to the house, Hedwig spreads them out and lets the girls pick out things they want to keep. A boy is examining gold teeth in his bed. Rudolf is fishing when a skull fragment brushes past his leg. He rushes to remove his children upstream from the river before they get covered in the acidic ash flowing towards them. The movie doesn’t explain these things, so neither will I. But it isn’t hard to figure out what they mean.

This is a central pillar of the movie. Showing, not telling. It doesn’t tell you how to feel when you realize what the clothes, teeth, and ashes are from, it just lets you feel. And feel you will. It also doesn’t tell you what to think about the nazis. If you didn’t know what Rudolf had done, you might feel bad for him when his wife tells him that only he needs to be relocated. He says he never considered her not being with him. It is a somber scene. Should we feel bad for him?

Rudolf is a man whose real-life counterpart made statements on how he never liked the mass shootings as a method of execution and was relieved to have the gas chambers, to spare his men from the bloodbath. Sounds like someone capable of empathy, no? Someone who cares for the mental states of his comrades? Someone who can think and feel just like us?

The message, then, is clear. The nazis were human. Evil, twisted, vile, sure, but human. To call them monsters would be to deny ourselves a valuable chance for introspection. They are not monsters. They are human and so are we. We are capable of doing what they did. Some of us still do. We are not as disconnected from them as we’d like to be. Yes, it is uncomfortable, but this discomfort will lead to growth.

If you believe you would stand up to the nazis, ask yourself, honestly, how easy it is to stand up to your boss, parent, or even friends when they do things you disagree with. Now think of how much more intimidating those people would be in black military garb, a face of bulging scars, and a personal hand in the murders of hundreds of thousands. Scary, but not monsters. Never monsters.

The fact that we are all capable of being complicit in, or performing, such acts of treachery is not one we should deny ourselves the opportunity of facing with eyes wide open. Jung spoke of confronting the shadow. I’m sure we’ll discuss that further someday, but for now, do not forget…

The nazis were human. Evil and human, but not monsters. Never monsters.

Memory

I often think back on times when I should’ve said something differently or made a joke I didn’t think of then, and I can confidently differentiate between things I said and things I should’ve said. I know what I said and didn’t say. But the question is: Would I even be aware if that stopped being the case?

Memory is so fallible. Every time you recall something, its shape subtly changes in your mind. And not just in advanced age. Every single person has an imperfect memory. So, when will I stop being able to remember what I said and didn’t say? I guess that’s one of the reasons I started this blog.

Assurance. Proof I was here.

America’s greatest strength.

A while back, I overheard someone say that, in Denmark, there is no wage gap, comparing Denmark to the USA and placing this great country of ours in a not-so-favorable light. This got me thinking, as most things do, about the nature of social issues, and how most Americans seem to have some vision of a Utopia, some paradisiacal locale that just so happens to not be These Here 50 Nifty United States of America.

Now, I would be remiss to type a proverb here about green grasses elsewhere and leave it at that. We need to look at what I believe Denmark has to trade off to accomplish this. (By the way, Denmark does report having a wage gap, and the very existence of wage gaps is a hotly debated topic that I’m sure we will discuss at some other time.)

To be clear, I believe that The United States of America is the greatest country in the world. By far. Did I say she was perfect? I did not. Do I believe she’s perfect? No, but I think that she is the best country there is. She has her problems, but those are for leftist blogs to discuss. Today, we discuss the social trade-offs that are being made and how America can be the country to rise above.

Denmark, Japan, and Perfection

Some countries are doing certain things better than America, but there is some slack created in other areas that we need to be aware of to paint a complete picture. I like Denmark, but they lack diversity something fierce. Denmark is overwhelmingly white. Perhaps this lack of diversity contributes to the country’s balancing of complex social issues like education, gender equality, and crime rate. I bet living in an ethnic echo chamber does wonders for your race-related social justice issues. Again, I like Denmark, but it cannot be overstated that they have problems, too.

Let’s look at Japan, probably the country most fetishized by us in the West. They have strong anti-individuality sentiments, in complete opposition to our values of American Exceptionalism. Stratospheric expectations for youths lead to a high suicide rate for students. Declining birth rate, dormant tourism industry, and stagnating population, too. Not even Japan is perfect.

America and Perfection

What’s ironic about this is that people in these (and all other) countries consider The United States to be the promised land. The grass is greener here after all. That’s why America is the melting pot of the world. That’s why we’re the best!

No country is perfect. Neither Denmark, Japan, nor The USA, but America is the one place that can become that country. We’re still ironing out the kinks, but we’ve got advantages no one else has. Let’s not forget that in the big picture, America is still young. We can learn from other countries, see their blunders and solutions, and approach our problems with youthful vigor, insofar as a country can have vigor.

We have diversity, we have fresh eyes to view world problems with, and the fighting spirit of every nation behind us. Our future is helmed by people from every place, race, and creed, and this, our designation as the melting pot of the world, is America’s greatest strength.

How to end race-based dialogue

Race is the outward physical appearance of a person. In other words, race is how a person looks. Ethnicity is the cultural background of a person. In other words, everything else. If you had to choose only one of these things to define people by forever, which would it be?

Defining people by race is an outdated practice that I’m surprised we haven’t dropped yet. It evokes segregation. A hundred years ago, we called people whites and blacks, now we call them white people and black people. A poor excuse for a language reform and hardly a big enough change to convince anyone that we’re over the “Us vs. Them” mentality.

The root cause of bigotry is ignorance. Sexual orientation, race, religion, political leaning and other characteristics seem to be superfluous when exhibited by people that we love. You wouldn’t (or shouldn’t) stop loving someone just because of these things. And how do you learn to love someone? By getting to know them.

It’s easy for us to believe that there’s a white vs black struggle because we believe that those two groups actually exist. They do not. (I’ll explain)

I am white. Spaniards, The British, Australians, South Africans, and many other groups are white. But to group us together under the banner of being white and assume that we have anything more in common than skin tone would be a blunder. Now, it is possible that we do share a level of privilege not enjoyed by other groups, but a key step to undermining this cultural principle, which would be to the benefit of the whole human race, is to stop reducing people to their races.

Ethnicity is a more useful tool in categorizing people, and reflects who a person is or might be more handily than race ever could. Once we stop thinking of people as either being one of Us or one of Them, we can start thinking of everyone as a unified human race comprised of many beautiful and varied cultures, each with our own strengths and weaknesses, weaknesses that can be covered and made up for by cooperating in full with the rest of humanity.

To stop using race to define people is a step towards world peace.

There is nothing that all peoples of color have in common, so calling them Them is a great way to breed misunderstanding, ignorance, and fear. Educate yourself on the cultural backgrounds of people so that you can more accurately understand social issues, discuss world politics, and better appreciate all our places on the world stage.

What I Learned From Nietzsche’s “The Heaviest Burden”

This will be the first in a series of posts where I break down my interpretation of certain concepts by more well-known philosophers, as such, here is what this post will be to be referred back to in the future: I will discuss my own thoughts and feelings on the subject matter and what my takeaways have been. I may even entirely misunderstand the concept, but if I feel that I got something profound from it, that is what I will talk about.

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche is no doubt my all-time favorite philosopher (as you may be able to tell from the name of this blog), and The Heaviest Burden (shown in its entirety at the top of this post) is a large part of why, along with his theories of an overman and his biting cultural critique. I had always heard from people that Nietzsche was a nihilistic, doom-and-gloom kind of philosopher, but in all my readings of his work, I felt that it conveyed hopeful tones and messages; inspiring words for individuals who are struggling not to be overwhelmed by the tribe. He is not well enough accredited in my opinion; people rarely realize how many of his quotes are used daily with no citation of Nietzsche anywhere to be found. “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger” “God is dead” “…when one gazes into the abyss…”

Digression and gushing aside, The Heaviest Burden, found in his book “The Gay Science” (Alternatively translated as “The Joyful Wisdom”), is such a passage as has indeed, as he puts it, lain upon my actions as the greatest weight. What habits would I have to make or break to even be comfortable repeating this life countless times? What past mistakes would I have to make peace with? What future planning would I need to put in place? I think about these things just shy of daily. And remember, being comfortable is only the first level, the first step in the journey proposed by Nietzsche’s demon. The goal is to be happy, nay, overjoyed at the prospect.

I know that this passage is only hypothetical, but I believe that it is an important thought experiment that should be considered with some frequency. Nobody wants to die having lived a life full of regrets, but I believe Nietzsche’s proposed situation takes this fear to its logical extreme. What if I had to live this life infinite times? Not just one regret-filled life, but countless? It makes one shudder.

I have shown this philosophy to many people, many of whom would look for ways out, “I would kill myself to shorten the suffering as much as possible”, many of whom mistake the scenario for a choice, a would-you-push-the-button sort of scenario whether they would cost not to accept the fermions demon’s offer. Most people just don’t get it. I may have explained it poorly or not provided enough context. Or maybe, just maybe, the mind refuses to entertain this thought on any level deeper than the surface. Suicide won’t change the outcome of you living infinite times the same events, and the demon isn’t offering anything, he’s explaining.

Life is hard, but we can do it. You got this, I got this. Good luck to us on living a life that we’d be happy to repeat infinite times.

AI art: when will we learn?

This post was inspired by an event from December 2022, when artist Ben Moran was banned from r/art, a general-use art-sharing forum, for posting an image that too closely resembled art generated by an AI. for more context, plenty of articles go into specific detail about the event, but that will not be my main focus here. I want to talk about the fear of technology that has gone a bit too far.

AI art is just cool. We are at the stage of human development where we are not just creating media to entertain ourselves, but we are making things that are making things that entertain us. We have gotten so good at amusing ourselves that we’ve streamlined the process to this degree. AI art is a symbol of the progress we’ve made as a species. In my mind, it’s a beautiful thing; in concept, if not always in practice.

But it can also be a scary thing. This is not lost on me. If your livelihood were dependent on you crafting something that was being systematized into processes that a computer could do faster (and sometimes better) than you before your very eyes, I can see how that might worry you. Before long, it will be impossible to tell if a human or AI created a single image. But arguably, we’ve already reached that point; so if you’ll pardon the cliche, resistance is futile.

NFTs scared us, and in a world where the armies of people promoting and trying to make a quick buck off of a volatile and nature-harming fad have all but been beaten back, perhaps we’ve become a little overzealous in our attempts to battle the forces of technological advancement.

Maybe more cultural emphasis will be placed on physical mediums, like painting, in the coming years to reflect our need for tangible proof that the human element was involved in the creation of art (at least until robots have been taught to cross that bridge).

A common argument against AI art is that the AI is shown images that were created by “actual” artists that it will then use to generate its own image. This is, in essence, like saying that taking inspiration is wrong. The AI is essentially “inspired” by what it is shown, but so are human artists. After all, artists don’t invent every color they use, every technique they employ, or every tool they put to canvas.

Maybe the next time we see new technology, we will be better judges of the actual harm it can cause, and we can skip the step of harming real people in our efforts to crusade against it.

Use Better Slogans

A slogan or tagline is a phrase that is used to draw people in, to invite people to buy a product, attend an event, or join a cause. The problem is, by nature, they have to be bold, flashy, and catchy to work. In making a catchy slogan, you sacrifice clarity and honesty for brevity. An example: You want police reform, and you need support from others who have become disillusioned by policing practices in this country. A problem arises: You need a catchy slogan. DEFUND THE POLICE seems to do the trick. “Defund the police” is an anti-police slogan through and through, but the issue is this: That’s not actually what anybody wants. It sounds nice, it sounds bold, and it’s easy to yell, but what you really want is better training and vetting processes for police officers. Unfortunately, “We want better training and vetting processes for police officers” sounds pretty pro-police in my book.

We want the police to be better, not worse. The desired outcome is for things to improve, so why do we seem to think that defunding the police is the path to that goal?

BLM: Everyone knows that Black Lives Matter, so what can we assume the point of the movement is from just the slogan alone? Nothing at all.

Kill all men: This is obviously more of a joke slogan, but again, if we look at it on the surface, we don’t know why this slogan exists. We’ve entirely given up on clarity and traded it for conciseness, to a fault. There are plenty more examples, but I think I’ve made my point. Even legacy slogans like “Yes We Can” have room to be improved in the meaning anything department.

With all this in mind, I propose a new slogan: Use Better Slogans.

Get better at saying what you mean. Improve your vocabulary so you can convey your message with the brevity you seek without sacrificing meaning and clarity.

Heroin isn’t good for you.

As in, ever. Under any circumstances. Not even “in moderation”. So, clearly, people who say “all things in moderation” are just using a tired figure of speech as a weak excuse to do things they know are bad for them. If you really thought that the thing that needs to be done in moderation was not bad for you, then the acceptable amount, i.e. “moderation”, wouldn’t even be in question.

We need to rethink the things that we do every day that need to be done “in moderation” and consider the fact that something that has even a small chance of causing addiction or reliance is something that can impair our abilities to determine what “moderation” even means.

The greatest joy of reading philosophers.

The greatest joy of reading philosophers is the feeling of having the heavy mental lifting done for me. It’s getting the feeling that, if given an infinite amount of time, I could come to the same conclusions they did. If I went up into the mountains like Zarathustra, I, too, would figure out the answers to the riddle of life like the great thinkers of the past. Like Descartes, I would eventually realize that the one singular thing I can know for sure is that I am a thinking being. Eventually, like Jung, I would peel back the layers of the human psyche and, much later, achieve individuation. Like Rand and Orwell, I could dissect different forms of government and discover the downfalls of each.

I’m not even trying to pat myself on the back, here. I don’t think myself as great a thinker as all those I’ve named, it’s more of an “infinite monkeys typing will eventually produce Shakespeare” sort of affair. If I had infinite time to think endless thoughts, some of those thoughts would eventually be good. We don’t have infinite time, but human thought is an ongoing process and philosophy is a conversation held since the beginning of it.

We don’t have infinite time, but the show must go on. We will always need new thinkers to solve the world’s new problems, but the old thinkers, the philosopher kings, and the thinkers that laid the foundations of thought as a form of art provide a perfect jumping-off point for new thinkers. They shift the starting line farther forward by solving the problems of their day. They have done the heavy mental lifting for us. All we need to do is to continue the good work. This is the kind of philosopher I aspire to be.