Category Archives: Prose

The System

After sitting behind his father on a motorcycle for a day, and riding through a thunderstorm, Chris Pirsig wants to tell and hear ghost stories. He asks whether his father believes in ghosts.

Clear blue sky above; below, a sand beach, with a strip of sea visible; on the left, a brick road parallel to the shore passes in the distance through trees

Altınova, September 10, 2025

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Gödel and AI

To prove that no recursive theory of addition and multiplication of the counting numbers can be complete, Gödel relies on the distinction between the subjective and the objective. I suggested this in “Subjective and Objective,” while noting also that, for a computer, all is subjective.

At the inner corner of a street, interlocking bricks break out of their pattern

Incomplete pavement
Altınova, Ayvalik, Balıkesir
September 9, 2025

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Omniscience

I have been working on a post that could have been the result of the following prompt:

Write on Gödel’s Incompleteness Theorem and AI, using such thinkers as

  • Yuval Noah Harari (b. 1976),
  • William Deresiewicz (b. 1964),
  • Annie Dillard (b. 1945),
  • Roger Penrose (b. 1931),
  • Robert Pirsig (1928–2017),
  • George Orwell (1903–50),
  • E.B. White (1899–1985),
  • Michael Attaleiates (c. 1022–80), and
  • Plato (fl. 4th cent. b.c.e.).

Not until I had finished a first draft did I actually know that all of those people would feature. My real prompt had been more like,

In the style of David Pierce, write on Gödel’s Incompleteness Theorem and AI, as discussed by Roger Penrose in his “Précis of The Emperor’s New Mind.

So instructed, could an LLM have come up with the connections that I did? Well, sure. Anything that has happened, could have happened, even in some other way. The real question is whether I would want AI to write my next post.

The present post consists of things I wanted to say at the beginning of that other post, after I had a first draft.

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Note added September 27, 2025. The next post after this one was

  • Prairie Life,” comparing Robert Pirsig and Wendell Berry, because I was reading them both.

After that came the two posts that the draft mentioned above turned into:

After those came

  • The System,” on what was bothering Pirsig; this led me to the resurgence of fascism today.

I was trying to work all of this out in the place in the photo below.

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Two tall bushes, lit up by the sun, rise in front of a low wall, next to a pine trunk; crowns of pines behind

Laurels in the garden
Altınova, Ayvalik, Balıkesir
September 2, 2025

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Just World

In “Biological History,” I talk about some stories by Somerset Maugham. The theme is a confusion between biological (or generally physical) facts and historical (or personal) facts.

I originally made the post on January 9, 2023. I have returned to it a few times since. I did this most recently when a friend told me of purchasing, in Toronto, Ontario, a two-volume edition of Maugham’s complete short stories. Probably this was the same edition that I had bought in Hamilton, Ontario, a quarter-century earlier.

Working again through “Biological History,” I wanted to spell out a remark about what is either the just-world hypothesis or the just-world fallacy. I am going to do that here, using verses of Parmenides of Elea. Parmenides will lead me in turn to Dr Seuss and the fallacy of artificial intelligence.

Book and paraphernalia on a picnic table below a pine tree with crows on the bare lower branches

Where I read Parmenides
Erguvantepe, Sarıyer, Istanbul
July 19, 2025

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Found Poetry

This is adapted from emails I wrote in 2022 (on February 10 and July 16 and 17). I post them now, because I have been updating the “Directory” of documents that I have saved on this blog, other than as posts. I could not remember why I had saved an “Annotation” from Harper’s, until I found the reason below. I take up poetry by T. S. Eliot, E. McKim, and Robinson Jeffers, in addition to the one I first quote.


An email friend shared a poem called “Merrymakers” (from “Four Poems,” London Review of Books, 9 May 2013), by Charles Simic:

A troop of late night revellers,
most likely shown the door
at some after-hours club
or a party in the neighbourhood,
still whooping it up
as they stagger down the street
with a girl in a wedding dress
walking pigeon-toed far behind them,
and calling out in distress:
‘Hey, you! Where the fuck
do you think you’re going?’

The poets sets us up, sort of the way young Eliot does in “Prufrock”:

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table …

The shock from Simic is not in image, but in meter, which one might have expected to continue iambically:

A troop of late night revellers,
  most likely shown the door
at some old after-hours club,
  continued with their roar,
forgetting sensibilities …

As it is, the poem gets prosy. The lines are pretty much just units of speech, “end-stopped,” never “emjambed,” at least until the end.

Just printing the vignette as poetry makes us pay attention in a certain way. Art is everywhere, if we know how to see it. The other day I was walking by an ugly old electrical box on the street, covered with remains of old posters, and I thought it could be spruced up with a small brass plaque, as if it were a sculpture.

Resurrection

White rooster, brown chickens, behind a chain-link fence
From a walk around the neighborhood
Tarabya, Istanbul, Wednesday, October 9, 2024

There were a couple of tweets on the eve of Easter:

Just a reminder to make sure that you preach a doctrine of the resurrection tomorrow that is not reducible to that of the old IWW song “Joe Hill”


It’s a good song! I find it moving! But if that’s all we have to say about the resurrection (and I have heard many sermons that suggest that it is) – well, we should all be doing something else with our lives.

Fortunately, of course, it’s not all we have to say.

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Motivated Reasoning in the Cyropaedia of Xenophon

The son of the king of Persia wants to press the advantage, after the combined forces of Media, Persia, Armenia, and Chaldaea have

  • killed the Assyrian king, along with most of his best men, and
  • driven the rest of the Assyrian army from their fortifications.

The king of Media is of another mind: he would rather quit while he is ahead. He has an argument for standing pat, by the account of Xenophon in the Cyropaedia (IV.i.11–18).

One may consider the argument of Cyaxares as an example of “motivated reasoning.” I think it is a specious argument: attractive, but ultimately unsound. Perhaps I say that, only because the king’s nephew Cyrus rejects the argument, but is nonetheless successful in what he goes on to do. With his Persian troops and as many Medians as wish to join them, along with the Hyrcanians, who have defected from Assyria, Cyrus pursues and defeats again the Assyrian army. He kills the kings of Cappadocia and Arabia, and he puts to flight both the king of Phrygia and Croesus, king of Lydia (IV.ii.28–31). Of course, this is not the end of the story; history never ends.

I have been reading and discussing the eight books of the Cyropaedia with a Catherine Project group, at the rate of half a book a week, since July 8 of this year (2024). Thus we shall have completed the sixth book (called “On the Eve of the Great Battle” in the Loeb edition) on September 23. It has astonished me that some of my fellow readers think well of the argument for taking it easy, even as they acknowledge that the man who makes it may be a fool. The argument does not seem to me like one that a king such as Cyaxares can afford to make.

Possibly Xenophon has an esoteric message, as Plato is thought to have. However, although these two writers had a common teacher in Socrates, he never went far from Athens. Xenophon helped lead a stranded army of ten thousand Greek mercenaries, from Babylon north to the Black Sea, after the failure of the coup for which they had been hired by Cyrus the Younger. Xenophon admires a practical man who can actually get things done. This being what Cyrus the Elder is, he is the hero of the Cyropaedia. I shall review my textual reasons for saying this. First I shall look at “motivated reasoning” today, along with the idea that we could have “evolved” to use it. (In short, the rest of this post has the three parts just linked to.)

Pine bough above; bushes below; blue sky, sparkling water, and sand in between

Photo taken September 17, 2024, of Lesbos over the sea, from a beach in Lydia. Of this country, Chrysantas says to Cyrus, after the latter has pursued the Assyrians over the objections of his uncle Cyaxares (Cyropaedia VI.ii.21),

since it now appears that Syria is not to be the only prize – though there is much to be got in Syria, flocks and herds and corn and palm-trees yielding fruit – but Lydia as well, Lydia the land of wine and oil and fig-trees, Lydia, to whose shores the sea brings more good things than eyes can feast on, I say that once we realise this we can mope no longer, our spirits will rise apace, and we shall hasten to lay our hands on the Lydian wealth without delay.

This is in response to the suggestion of Cyrus that his army are intimidated by the alliance that Assyria has formed with Lydia.

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On The Human Condition of Hannah Arendt

It could have been nice to live in a world where spending time and energy on playing chess did not seem like an unconscionable luxury.

Above, a sky partly filled with dark clouds, between which are patches of white and pink from a sun recently set behind distant mountains; below, separated by a triangle of sea, is a beach where, sitting on chairs facing west, two figures, male and female, lower their heads to contemplate glowing screens
Is it a luxury to be able to ignore the setting sun over Lesbos
in order to look at your mobile?
Photo taken September 1, 2024
on the coast of what used to be part of Lydia

I used to play chess, until I figured that when I wanted to think mathematically, there were better ways to do it.

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Tests

This post concerns different kinds of knowledge, as for example of Achilles, or Cyrus the Great, or even oneself.

According to the last sentence of the “Findings” column in Harper’s for June, 2023,

Researchers developed a blood test for anxiety, which was found to underlie the joy of missing out.

Those researchers need a weatherman to tell which way the wind blows.

Similar research is reported in the Guardian Weekly for 9 September, 2022. The article is called “‘I’m glowing’: How an app is helping us measure the joy of trees.” The app in question does not detect your joy in the woods; it gives you a way to record your own self-assessment for later study. However, writes Patrick Barkham,

several studies suggest that more biodiversity has a bigger boost on people’s mental health, while the recording of brain activity in response to forest density found a more relaxed state and reduced tension and fatigue in forests with a lower density of trees.

Are you going to need a brain scan to tell if you are chilling out? Other people may relax among a few trees; does that mean you will?

My grandfather Kenneth Crawford described his own grandparents’ house in Wisconsin as being

innocent of plumbing, central heat or telephone. But the proportions were good and it was set in a grove of assorted trees.

I wish he had named some of the trees in the assortment. Right now I’ve got doves cooing in the umbrella pines overhead. Beneath these are oleanders and laurels and pomegranate trees.

Pine trunk next to leaves and needles of other trees; white wall below

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Equality

Amity is equality, as Rackham translates it:

ΦΙΛΟΤΗΣ ΙΣΟΤΗΣ.

That’s what they say, anyway (§ v.5). Aristotle only refines it (§ viii.5):

ἡ δ᾽ ἰσότης καὶ ὁμοιότης φιλότης.
equality and similarity is amity.

Of eight readings on amity, or friendship, or love, or philia, we are in our second, comprising chapters v–viii of Book VIII of the Nicomachean Ethics.

Sun through mist above, reflection in water below, boats in between
Tarabya Marina
Sunday, March 10, 2024

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