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HERD AUTOIMMUNITY

April 4th, 2022

 

Autoimmune diseases have been on the rise for quite a few decades. No one is sure why, but a leading theory within virology is The Hygiene Hypothesis. The tldr  of this hypothesis is that our immune system has always been revved up to a high gear because for the majority of our evolution we were in circumstances that guaranteed enemies for the immune system to deal with. More specifically, large parasites were ubiquitous, and because of these unwelcome friends, our immune system evolved to constantly be in a state of aggression. But today, few in the developed world have such parasites. Our environment has become so clean that our immune systems are left without their usual sparring partners and in their absence, the trigger happy aggression of our immune system is taken out on the body itself instead.

 

This is a tidy example of unintended second-order effects. When something outlives it’s usefulness, does it then begin to unravel the improved situation?

 

“Embedded within the fruits of their success are the seeds of their decline.”

This is a quote from Ray Dalio’s latest book entitled “Principles for Dealing with the Changing World Order.” In this book he details his thesis about the rise and decline of world empires. As the quote indicates, his thesis holds that the situation generated by hardworking people contributing to a rising empire in fact lays the foundation for its undoing. Fueled by innovation and creativity a society greatly improves, making the value of its currency rise.  But then there’s a switch in the culture and the society. The improved condition undermines the mindset of the society as a whole. People are less driven to improve their condition because at this point, it’s one of the best conditions that can be found around the world. The child of a wealthy individual who worked very hard to rise out of poverty does not experience that same poverty that shaped their parent’s mindset. This is an oversimplification, but an appropriate one which captures the larger trend. Another aspect of the change in society is relative condition. For a country or a group of people who are just beginning to rise, they are all essentially in the same boat. But when an empire has matured, that’s no longer the case. While the general condition of most people in such an empire might be much better than conditions found in most every other country, the economics of innovation inevitably create large gaps in wealth. People in the empire don’t compare themselves to people in other countries, they compare themselves to those who have it the best within their own country.

 

Notice the difference in mindsets here: when a nation begins to rise, the predominate mindset is to work hard and to try and improve things. At the top that mindset has vanished from the majority population. The “enemy” of poverty is absent, and this has a fundamental impact on mindset which develops without that worthy adversary of poverty, and just like the immune system which is overreactive in the absence of parasites and other expected enemies, the mindset of a population begins to rile against itself. Populism rises as people bicker and gaps in wealth become the concern of most people. The virtuous cycle tips into a vicious cycle and the status achieved by innovation and hard work is undone in the absence of a mindset that generates innovation and hard work.

 

Generations of people born during or after the height of an empire fundamentally lack the situation necessary to develop a perspective required to continue growing that empire.

 

Just as our own bodies begin to unravel themselves in the absence of expected hardship, societies unravel in the absence of the conditions that created them.

 

Something about all this feels odd, in the same way we can witness ourselves taking part in a behavior that undermines our larger goals. Like opting for dessert over and over when we have a larger goal to lose some weight. Do we have to make the same mistakes over and over? Like a bad habit? Like another flair up of an autoimmune condition? Like the crash of another country?

 

Clearly not. Changes can take place that enable people to achieve their goals, and not everyone has an autoimmune condition. But so far - given human history - all empires fall.

 

It’s easy to fall into the trap of thinking that nothing changes, and that cyclical crashes are a fundamental aspect of human experience. But innovation is itself the process of discovering and leveraging a fundamental change in the way things work. Da Vinci and countless people before him dreamed of flight, and it was likely widespread for people think it would be impossible. But today flight is commonplace. The same applies to something as simple as soap and germ theory. Countless people have died due to an ignorance about germ theory, but once the concept took hold, it changed human behavior. There’s a particular combination of awareness and imagination that’s required for innovation. It’s not enough to simply imagine a better future; an awareness of the present circumstance is required. A sensitivity of perception is fundamental for realizing something about the current situation that can help us change it. Ray Dalio’s book is perhaps the first inkling of a mass awareness of a problem that exists at the size of societies. Our ability to identify the trend - to become aware of the problem is likely our first step to innovating our way out of it.







A LUCILIUS PARABLE: A HELPING HAND

April 3rd, 2022

 

—ow and massaged his temples as he struggled to think. It just didn’t make sense, at least not yet. He looked up at the Robot again who was analyzing Lucilius’ facial expression, extrapolating it’s possible interpretations in a thousand different directions, all with varying degrees of frustration, confusion and a sense of searching for understanding. The Robot had a 96% confidence score for the most likely thought Lucilius was having at that very moment, and with it, the Robot further extrapolated and tested 2.2 million possible sentences that it could say to alleviate Lucilius’ confusion and help understanding blossom in his mind. Each of the 2.2 million sentences was weighted for a final confidence score. The same process was carried out with the next several thousand potential thoughts Lucilius could be having which the Robot had generated using its model of Lucilius’ mind, each potential correct thought scoring with less and less confidence. While it was unlikely, this exercise was carried out because every so often a low confidence guess at Lucilius’ thought yielded a better generated response when it was used to propagate potential responses. These errant successes were then used to further refine the model of Lucilius’ mind generated by the Robot who was currently trying to teach him a very simple idea about the paradoxical incompleteness of language.

 

 

“Ok,” Lucilius said, “say it one more time.”

 

The Robot hesitated a brief moment, analyzing Lucilius’ listening receptiveness via his facial expression, and when his muscles had relaxed in just the right amounts to signal maximum reception, the Robot spoke.

 

“The following sentence is false. The prior sentence is true.”

 

After immense calculation, the Robot continued “It may help to look at the statements, here look.”

 

The Robot projected the text it had spoken into the air before Lucilius face. He looked at each sentence in turn, his eyes switching from one to the other, over and over.

 

“Well, on their own, they make sense, but when paired together it doesn’t make sense at all”

 

After immense calculation, the Robot responded in an instant. “Can each sentence really be regarded on their own?”

 

Lucilius considered this. “Well no, because each one refers to the other. If there was only one then it would imply the absence of a missing statement to refer to.”

 

“Precisely,” said the Robot. “So, how does that inform your previous conclusion which was, and I quote ‘Well, on their own, they make sense, but when paired together it doesn’t make sense at all!”

 

“Ok,” Lucilius admitted. “I guess they don’t make sense on their own, which means they can only make sense together… but when they are paired together they don’t make sense again! So there’s not too much difference between thinking about them together or on their own, they’re either incomplete or they put your mind in a stupid loop that makes no sense!”

 

The Robot smiled, this Robot had been with Lucilius his whole life, since he was a tiny baby, helping him learn all manner of things at a much faster pace than had the Robot not been with Lucilius. The AI residing within the Robot body was specifically tuned to model the mind of Lucilius with the express purpose of being able to calculate and carry out the optimal learning challenge for Lucilius at any given moment. The Robot was not there to give Lucilius answers, but to help him to navigate his own way towards an answer more efficiently.

 

“I think you understand now,” the Robot said.

 

“What!?” Lucilius cried out. “Are you kidding?”

 

“Not at all, the point of the paradox is taking hold and becoming apparent.”

 

“What, that it doesn’t make sense?”

 

“You are correct, but not precise.”

 

Lucilius contemplated this a moment, and thought back to the infuriating pair of sentences.

 

“They don’t make sense simply because it’s a contradiction, like saying ‘This is not a sentence’ even though it clearly is. But it goes beyond that because it’s a recursive contradiction built in two separate parts. Each only becomes potentially incorrect when the meaning of the other is taken into consideration.”

 

Lucilius shook his head. “I feel like I could talk about this in circles all day and I’d never get anywhere.”

 

“Sounds like a good description of many conversations I’ve witnessed you having with friends.”

 

Lucilius laughed. “You have a point. I’m not sure I like it, but you have a point.”

 

“Maybe this simple paradox is an analogy in miniature for those conversations. What exactly would that mean?”

 

Lucilius sat back, as if refreshed by the larger perspective the question afforded.

 

“Hmm… You weren’t actually joking. It’s exactly how people can be so opposed and yet at their core they basically want the same things. We are always somehow talking past each other, but assuming something about the other person in the same way that infernal pair of sentences refers to each other.”

 

The Robot smiled again, pleased with the match between reality and its generated predictions.

 

This entire interaction was not in fact real, but simply an abstracted interpretation of a heuristic that occurred in the slightest fraction of a microsecond in the form of a thought about where Lucilius hoped the conversation would go. He was in fact imagining himself in the role of his student, as all good teachers do. And this ideal interaction was his goal - the place he wanted to arrive at, but his student was having quite a lot of trouble grasping the concept. He looked at the confused Robot sitting with him. The Robot he had built with his own hands, who he had been trying to train and teach for its entire existence.

 

The circular lights indicating the Robot’s eyes flicked, as if to indicate a blink, and Lucilius sighed, knowing that the poor Robot was confused. It was still early days, and Lucilius was constantly tinkering with the design of the Robot’s mind in an attempt to help the Robot learn faster and more efficiently so that one day it could be replicated and it could be the ultimate teacher for hundreds and thousands -millions and billions- of kids.

 

 

“The first statement must be incorrect,” the Robot stated.

 

“That’s not the point,” Lucilius said.

 

“What is the point?” Asked the Robot.

 

“What does it imply about language if these statements can exist as valid statements?”

“They cannot be valid statements. The first statement must be incorrect.”

 

Lucilius chuckled at the predicament. He sighed, and frustrated, Lucilius raised a hand to his furrowed br—







EVENT HORIZON

April 2nd, 2022

 

What is the mental equivalent of an event horizon? In astronomy, the event horizon is a relatively thin area that surrounds a black hole. It marks a threshold of profound change in the amount of gravity the black hole exerts on surrounding objects, and once the event horizon is touched, these gravitational changes are so profound that matter, time and space start blurring and perhaps even blend together. To come into contact with the event horizon almost certainly means there’s no coming back. 

 

What’s the mental equivalent of this sort of thing? As an analogy it evokes a pretty dark picture - something like depression, but it need not. Think about for example the idea of learning something new, something that creates a realization, an ah ha! moment that changes the way you see the world. Isn’t that also appropriate? It’s not exactly easy to “unlearn” something we’ve gained an awareness of.

 

Monitoring changes in one’s own perspective and mental well-being is incredibly valuable for detecting certain event horizons in mental life. While we can’t predict a new idea we might have or encounter tomorrow, we can become acutely aware of how our own mental machinery is trending. It can be rather courageous to admit that you’re not doing well, but it can be life saving to see that situation coming from a mile away. It’s recognizing that somewhere, recently a wrong turn was taken, and a course correction needs to be taken before the effects of that wrong turn compound to a degree that is increasingly difficult to do anything about.

 

That being said, there’s still a great deal of mystery that remains, which also maps onto the analogy. Black holes can also eject matter, at tremendous rates, which is rather counter intuitive to something that has more gravitational pull than anything else. What exactly goes on in the inner workings of a black hole is still a mystery - but so is the human mind. Pits of depression and anxiety can end up producing incredible results, thought it’s a rarity, and certainly not a reliable strategy. How exactly the mind works is a mystery, despite the tremendous amount of resolution we have on its tiny mechanisms.

 

Pondering such realms can evoke some bizarre questions: can anxiety be useful? Can happiness lead you down a dark path and backfire? If there was a 70% chance of having an incredible life after a major depressive episode, would you opt for the depression?

 

Framed in such emotional terms, the case for something like Stoicism becomes rather compelling, but it also highlights an even stranger question: is it possible to go through a massive depressive episode without being consumed by it? This might seem like a contradiction, but think of it in terms of anger: is it possible to experience great anger without acting on it? With the emotion swapped out, the answer is crystal clear: of course it’s possible to experience an emotion without letting it have a meaningful effect on your external reality. But the swap is a bit of a hack here. Not acting on a sudden spike in anger depends on additional factors: a certain level of self-awareness, a calculation of consequences, outcomes and a genuine ability to exist as a contradiction.

 

In our quest to simplify things for explanatory power, we’ve likely glossed over crucial elements of complexity. There’s many layers or overlapping realms that exist to make up a single human being. A humorous observation of this point is that multiple personality disorder implies that there is multiple personality order. We contain multitudes, as Whitman once wrote. Not only this but we all contain a different set of multitudes, and any attempt to understand a broad spectrum of people must generalize and therefore gloss over context and nuance - the very things where useful answers often lie.

 

The fact is that happiness might render one person totally useless, equivalent to being in a drug-induced state, whereas a little bit of anxiety might help another person get motivated to do some work that feels fulfilling at the end of the day. One way to think about this is to think about there existing an enormous array of sliders that make up a person’s particular state and abilities. Then think about how different activities impact these sliders in different ways: how a workout alters all these different levels, or how bad news effects them, or several years of consistent daily meditation.

 

An event horizon might be represented as a certain configuration of these sliders that if achieved, becomes extremely difficult to change back to previous ways, and the point here is that we can develop new realms within our own sense of self, and one of those realms can be a kind of monitor that touches, senses and measures all the other realms, and slowly, over time, gains a dynamic understanding of which combination of shifts in personal mental color lead potentially irreversible states. Without such a lookout, we are like ships sailing blind, bound to one day collide, leaving it to chance whether we collide with a soft and sandy beach or an iceberg in a cold and dark place.







A LUCILIUS PARABLE: DEALBREAKER

March 27th, 2022

The sphere of blue gleamed in the darkness. Everyone on the bridge stared in rapt attention. They had all travelled for so long, so far across the vast emptiness of space to find a new home, and now they had finally arrived. Lucilius knew everyone aboard the gargantuan ship was watching the same perfect circle of hope and life on screens across the ship. Lucilius ordered for his navigator to bring the ship into a geostationary orbit, and ready a scout transport for himself and two of his officers. Scans of the planet indicated lifeforms, and they would need to descend to the planet’s surface to take samples in order to verify the planet’s suitability. Everything looked promising. 

 

Lucilius handed over command of the ship to his first mate. Everyone was in high spirits, and as Lucilius left the bridge, his common crew began to clap. The applause spread throughout the ship as they made their way to the transport bay. Lucilius couldn’t help but smile. The mission was nearly at an end. They would colonize the planet and finally have a new home.

 

The command crew watched their captain’s transport rocket away from the ship and grow small, descending into the the planet’s atmosphere.  And then all were left to wait, just a little longer. Slowly, conversations breached the silence across the ship. It was just a formality - a routine part of the process. Surely nothing to worry about. And of course there was the greatest confidence in Lucilius’ first mate. He’d been trained by the best, and once they had their systems properly established on the new planet, the mining operations and developed spaceports, he would surely be awarded his own ship to command. People poured over geo-scans of the planning, puzzling out the best parts of continents - where to create the first outposts, and then cities, and eventually what coastlines would make for the best beach homes. The excitement radiated throughout the people. 

 

The scout mission was projected to take a day, maybe two at the most, so after the initial excitement, everyone started moving back to their routines and tasks. It was this fact that made Lucilius’ first mate nearly fail to notice, and look on with disbelief when he saw the scout transport emerging from the distance, like a spec in the planet’s atmosphere growing fast enough to indicate and incredible speed. 

 

Lucilius’ first mate notified the transport bay and then ran from the bridge to meet them. When the transport door opened, and no one stood in the threshold, the first mate stepped in. Against the wall were the door officers. One quietly weeped and the other one looked as though he were in a state of shock, his eyes wide, his skin pale. At the controls Lucilius sat, slumped with his face cradled by a hand wrapped around his eyes, a thumb digging into his temple.

 

“What happened?” The first mate asked.

 

Lucilius sighed, “Get them to sick bay immediately.”

 

“Have they been exposed? Do we need to do a full lockdown?”

 

“No,” Lucilius said, “Just get them to sick bay.” He stood and walked past his first mate, and as he made his way back to the bridge, he ignored the many waiting eyes of people who wanted an answer, a verdict about their chosen destination after such an immense trip. But Lucilius ignored them and hurried back to the bridge. The hiss of doors opened and Lucilius retreated into the comfort of the bridge with his obedient command crew. He sat, and rubbed his eyes once more and spoke. 

 

“Navigation, what’s distance and ETA for that other planet we looked at?”

 

“K-10-487?”

 

“Yea, sure,” Lucilius snapped.

 

“Well, uh -“ the navigator stuttered. “That planet is 127.8 lightyears away. And the time for tra-“

 

“Just go, let’s go,” Lucilius said.

 

“Sir?”

 

“K-1-zero-whatever, there, let’s go, now.”

 

“Yes sir,” the navigator stated.

 

Immediately the gleaming blue orb of life in the large window began to shift from view, and the vast emptiness of space filled the view.

 

The hiss of doors sounded again and Lucilius’ first mate joined the bridge. He approached Lucilius, confused. He’d never seen his captain like this - so distraught, uncommunicative.

 

He knelt beside his captain.

 

“Sir, what happened? What did you see?”

 

Lucilius sighed, still holding his face.

 

“Spiders. Lots…. Of big. spiders.”







LONELY

March 26th, 2022

 

A French philosopher once wrote “All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.” There’s a lot of truth to it. How much of human behavior is an attempt to indulge in a distraction? It’s almost an eye roll at this point to mention how often we look at our phones. We get it, we know. There’s something that’s not quite right about what we’re doing, or how we’re doing it. Whether it’s a fear fueled need to avoid something within our own selves or just a tiny squirt of dopamine in a vain attempt to find some little pleasure, doesn’t really matter.

 

What would it mean if all of humanity could comfortably sit in a room alone, quietly? Perhaps it means that we’d all be immensely entertained by the moment and how wild it is that we even exist and we’d be fascinated by the walls and the air around us, and sensation of gravity, and the fact that we have hands, and we can feel the air as we breath, almost like a taste, like clean cold water on a hot day. This certainly sounds kind of nice - childlike, playful, full of wonder! But if anything it’s merely describing a different way of being entertained. (It’s absolutely vastly superior form of entertainment for those who can actually dune into this orientation of consciousness ) Regardless, what it also means is a much different level of self-awareness. Many of the behaviors we enact are inured habits. We know they don’t make us particularly happy or fulfilled, but few actions and behaviors are actually done with a high degree of conscientiousness. Most are the result of autopilot. 

 

The amount of self-awareness required to notice, let alone break these habits, or simply refrain, is a bit more rare than we’d like. Or rather, the instances of self-awareness can be rare in our experience.

 

Even something like loneliness can become a bad habit. We’ve all had quite an experiment the last couple years with vastly different patterns and routines of socialization. Personally, I was surprised how much people suffered from the isolation, and I learned that my own talent for solitude isn’t something I’m imagining. I’ve further realized that I’d likely be an excellent for deep-space missions as I can be quite happy and content with no human contact while living in a small space, on the condition that I have some project to work on. It’s difficult for me to imagine that this capability doesn’t exist within everyone, but as with all inclinations, such things come easier to some and not others.

 

But as much value as can be gleaned from solitude - it too can perhaps become a bad habit. The simple fact is that time is gliding by without any hesitancy, and given that we’re likely only here for a finite amount of time, it becomes an important question as to just how much that time should be spent alone - especially for someone who enjoys solitude, or someone who has made a bad habit of loneliness. I phrase it this way because it’s a bit of a weird idea that someone would be lonely in this day and age. There are so many ways to connect with people, and there are plenty of places to go and expand the surface area of chance when it comes to meeting someone. And yet people can remain horribly alone. Could it be due to something as mundane as habit? Certainly.

 

Breaking out of one’s own shell and reaching out to others is difficult - in fact, it’s difficult in very much the same way breaking a bad habit is difficult.  And this is where self-awareness rises as the key. Being self-conscious is perhaps the negative version of self-awareness, generating fear and helping to maintain a bad habit of loneliness. Think about the twin stresses of dating and finding a job. They are oddly similar problems that can evoke very similar emotional responses. Why? Because they both entail an excellent braid of both self-examination and new behavior. Loneliness is the default. This is despite the fact that we constantly crave novel experiences. The caveat that holds it together is that by default we don’t crave novel selves. And why would we? A change in the self is a threat to the current self. It makes sense that even something as ethereal as a perspective, a mentality and a belief would fight for survival, and therefore generate fear within a person to ensure the probability of change is lowered.

 

Get busy living, or get busy dying. Unfortunately there’s no middle ground. We sink or fly. Like the stock market. Perhaps a healthy solitude can create a safe plateau, but at the end of the day, time is still running out. Even someone who sincerely believes that their variety of solitude is healthy must question themselves and wonder if perhaps they’ve simply built a habit of loneliness.