Category Archives: Prose

Thinking & Feeling

This essay is written as a distraction from current events, though I make some reference to them. I am prompted by questions of analogy provoked by

  1. the similes of Homer and
  2. a recent theater review in Harper’s that mentions the parables of Jesus.

With sea in the background, on the sand of a beach sits Chapman’s Homer: The Iliad, the cover featuring a 16th-century Flemish tapestry (framed by a circle), Scene from Roman History, showing a number of men, the one in the middle armored; a horse is in the foreground

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Life in Wartime

Turkey has given me a lot. My spouse would be enough; but life in Turkey offers various pleasures, and—for me at least—time to enjoy them. Hard work may be considered a virtue in the United States. Not so in Turkey. I am still driven to do things here, but perhaps only in the way that Thoreau was driven. He was driven to do what he wanted to do. One thing he wanted to do was write as follows.

I sometimes wonder that we can be so frivolous, I may almost say, as to attend to the gross but somewhat foreign form of servitude called Negro Slavery, there are so many keen and subtle masters that enslave both North and South. It is hard to have a Southern overseer; it is worse to have a Northern one; but worst of all when you are the slave-driver of yourself. Talk of a divinity in man! Look at the teamster on the highway, wending to market by day or night; does any divinity stir within him? His highest duty to fodder and water his horses!

For how many Americans is the highest duty to go to work to pay for the car that they drive to work?

Thoreau’s journal on the beach
Thoreau’s Journal
in the abridgement by Damion Searls
Profesörler Sitesi, Altınova, Balıkesir, Türkiye
Friday, August 28, 2015
See “Thoreau by the Aegean” of the following day

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Narnia

The following notes about the Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis are from four emails that I wrote in the fall of 2015 (with some noted additions in the spring of 2020 and some additional editing on November 25, 2021). The emails rebut various objections to the Narnia books. I have put my emails here, because I noticed that a friend on Facebook was wondering whether her daughter was ready to read the Chronicles, or perhaps to be read to from them. I do not wish to write much on Facebook, for reasons detailed elsewhere in this blog; so I asked interested persons to read me here.

My explorations continue in “Return to Narnia.”

Side of boxed set of The Chronicles of Narnia from 1970s

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One & Many

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This essay – these notes for an essay, this draft of an essay – is inspired by Robert Pirsig’s first book. I have made sectional divisions where they seemed to occur naturally.

Photo of paperback and hardback editions of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

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Rock & Roll

The May 2016 Harper’s features a review of some books about the rock band called Guns N‘ Roses. I find this a bit odd, though perhaps reassuring, since I think I am too old for Guns N’ Roses, and yet Harper’s seems pitched at people who are at least as old as I. During the former editorship of Lewis Lapham, the magazine ran cigarette ads; now it runs ads for retirement communities, hearing aids, and mobile phones with large buttons.

Guns N’ Roses performing at the Los Angeles Street Scene, September 28, 1985 © Marc Canter

Guns N’ Roses performing at the Los Angeles Street Scene, September 28, 1985 © Marc Canter

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35th Istanbul Film Festival, 2016, part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Between the composing of parts 1 and 2 of this account came the death of Prince, whose work had inspired Rain the Color of Blue with a Little Red in It. Between the composing of parts 2 and 3 came the release of the four Turkish peace activists, whose imprisonment had given poignancy to The Demons and The Music of Strangers. There is a certain absurdity associated with each event.

Photo of book, Shakyamuni Buddha

Nikkyô Niwano, Shakyamuni Buddha: A Narrative Biography
(Tokyo: Kôsei Publishing Co., 1980; fifth printing, 1989)

On the cover, a modern copy by Ryûsen Miyahara,
owned by Risshô Kôsei-kai, of
“The Nirvana of the Buddha,”
painted in 1086 and owned by temple Kongôbu-ji,
Wakayama Prefecture, Japan

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On trial for pacifism

This is about the 1918 trial of American radical political cartoonist Art Young and others for conspiracy and interfering with enlistment. Most of the article is a quotation of Young’s own words. The words provide some perspective on today’s struggle for freedom of speech.

Capitalism, Art Young, private collection (reproduced in Harper's, Jan 2016, p. 64)

Capitalism, Art Young, private collection (reproduced in Harper’s, Jan 2016, p. 64)

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Thoreau by the Aegean

In a session of the 1986–7 senior laboratory at St John’s College in Santa Fe, for reasons that I do not recall, our tutor asked us students whether we had any heroes: for it was said that young people of the day no longer had heroes. None of the students at the table named a hero. I myself refrained from telling how I had once named a hero, when asked to do so in a high-school French class. This hero was the Buddha.

In recent times, I have listed my favorite writers as Somerset Maugham, Robert Pirsig, and R.G. Collingwood. I might add Charlotte Brontë and Mary Midgley to the list. I cannot add the Buddha, because he is not a writer. If my list were of writers and thinkers, I still could not add the Buddha: I cannot know him or any other thinker well enough, except through his own writing. But now I would add Henry David Thoreau. Continue reading

Body and Mind

Does consciousness have a “physical basis” or “material basis”? I am provoked by the suggestion that it does; for the question itself is misleading, if not simply meaningless.

In the September, 2014, issue of Harper’s magazine, Edward O. Wilson begins an essay called “On Free Will” with the following paragraph.

Neuroscientists who work on the human brain seldom mention free will. Most consider it a subject better left, at least for the time being, to philosophers. Meanwhile, their sights are set on discovering the physical basis of consciousness, of which free will is a part. No scientific quest is more important to humanity. Everyone – scientists, philosophers, and religious believers alike – can agree with the neuro­biologist Gerald Edelman that “[c]onsciousness is the guarantor of all we hold human and precious. Its permanent loss is considered equivalent to death, even if the body persists in its vital signs.”

When somebody tells me that nothing is more important than what is being talked about, or that everybody will agree to something, I become skeptical. If everybody will agree, then there is no need to point this out. There may indeed be universal agreement on the proposition that permanent loss of consciousness is death; but then this agreement has little practical value, since there is no universal agreement on whether permanent loss of consciousness is recognizable or even possible at all. Physicians can debate whether a particular comatose or vegetative patient will ever regain consciousness. There is the further question of whether a noncommunicative patient is truly unconscious. Finally, there are those people who believe they have eternal life, granted them by a deity who, as Genesis 2:7 says,

formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

For such believers, permanent loss of consciousness would seem to be impossible: we can all be restored to consciousness, if only on Judgment Day. We may wish to discount such beliefs; but then Wilson himself seems to retain a vestige of them. It is not clear what Wilson means by a “basis” of consciousness; but I think it must be different from consciousness itself, as the dust of the ground is different from the breath of life that God breathes into it.

Wilson quotes with approval the description of consciousness as a guarantor of something. What can this even mean? Is consciousness like Jesus, who is said to guarantee us eternal life? It is unfair to be critical of a person’s precise choice of words, without first trying to understand the overall point. But Wilson tempts me do it. According to Turkish politicians (among others), Muslims are provoked by the recent Charlie Hebdo cartoon of a sad bearded fellow in a turban. (See my previous article.) Likewise, I am provoked by Wilson’s fourth paragraph:

Philosophers have labored for more than two thousand years to explain consciousness. Innocent of biology, however, they have for the most part gotten nowhere. I don’t believe it too harsh to say that the history of philosophy when boiled down consists mainly of failed models of the brain.

Only an ignorant or willfully annoying person can say such a thing. The editors of Charlie Hebdo are willfully annoying. They may be ignorant too: I do not know. With his apologetic words, “I don’t believe it too harsh to say,” Edward O. Wilson may be trying to mitigate his acerbity. But then it is hard to believe that such a learned accomplished person as Wilson can be ignorant of philosophy.

Philosophical problems are not biological problems. The dialogue of Plato known as the Republic is a great work of philosophy, even today, despite its author’s ignorance of modern biology. The dialogue takes up the philosophical problem of δικαιοσύνη – what we translate as justice or morality. The dialogue starts out by showing the inadequacy of conventional beliefs, such as the belief voiced by Polemarchus, according to which justice – δικαιοσύνη – is doing good to friends and evil to enemies. What more the dialogue goes on to do is controversial. It may recommend fascism; or it may recommend the way of life that Jesus enjoined in the Sermon on the Mount (in Matthew 5:38–9):

Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth;

But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil; but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.

Of course Jesus did not actually speak the English of the King James Bible. He did not speak Greek either, at least not as a first language; but we have his words only from a Greek version as follows (transcribed from Barbara Aland & al., The Greek New Testament, Fourth Revised Edition, 2001):

Ἠκούσατε ὅτι ἐρρέθη, Ὀφθαλμὸν ἀντὶ ὀφθαλμοῦ καὶ ὀδόντα ἀντὶ ὀδόντος.

ἐγω δὲ λέγω ὑμῖν μὴ ἀντιστῆναι τῷ πονηρῷ· ἀλλ’ ὅστις σε ῥαπίζει εἰς τὴν δεξιὰν σιαγόνα [σου], στρέψον αὐτῷ καὶ τὴν ἄλλην·

Is the Nazarene’s advice good? This is not a biological question. One may try to make it into a biological question. One might assert for example that a correct answer requires a study of the evolution of our species. However, the advent of a biological theory of evolution means that we live in a different world from that of Plato and Jesus. Using their Greek words as I did above is a reminder of this. We see things differently now. Plato’s δικαιοσύνη is not our justice or morality, although there are similarities. But neither can our justice be described by the words, “survival of the fittest,” or some other formula derived from biological writings. At least, justice is not automatically or by definition this. In fact, though he is “innocent of biology,” Thrasymachus in the Republic asserts that justice is something like this, namely the interest of the stronger; but then Socrates causes his confusion to be revealed, and he blushes.

A biological question might be, Were Neanderthals of the same species as modern humans? Such questions might be thought to have great importance for understanding justice. According to a book review (David Quammen, “The Replacements: New evidence on the old mystery of the Neanderthals”) in the same September, 2014, issue of Harper’s that I have quoted Wilson from, it has been found by Svante Pääbo and his team that

between 1 and 4 percent of the DNA in modern Europeans and Asians has come down from ancestral interbreeding with Neanderthals. (Africans don’t show this hybridization, probably because Neanderthals never got to Africa.)

Racists might make use of this finding to argue the superiority of Europeans and Asians over Africans. But they could just as well argue the reverse. Or they could say that neither group of people is superior, but the two groups are different and should be kept distinct, as under apartheid. In any case, what the racists are talking about is not biology. Biological superiority or difference is not established by argument; it just happens. The species that survives is biologically superior to that which does not, by definition (if one actually wants a definition). Two populations of organisms are of the same species if they can interbreed and produce fertile offspring. None of this provides any guidance on whether two persons should be allowed to marry, or whether species ought to be saved from extinction.

New philosophical questions may be raised, because of our knowledge of biology. We understand now that species are not permanent, but can be extinguished. Species can be and have been extinguished by human action: the dodo and the passenger pigeon are classical examples. This causes us to face a question not contemplated by Plato: should we refrain from killing off other species? Biology gives us the question, but does not tell us how to answer it.

I return to the question of what a “physical basis” of consciousness can be. Wilson describes the “Brain Activity Map (BAM) Project, led by the National Institutes of Health,” which “has the goal of generating a map of the activity of every neuron in real time.” He goes on to say,

The basic goal of activity mapping is to connect all of the processes of thought – rational and emotional; conscious, preconscious, and unconscious; held still and moving through time – to a physical base. It won’t come easy. Bite into a lemon, fall into bed, recall a departed friend, watch the sun sink beyond the western sea. Each episode comprises mass neuronal activity so elaborate we cannot even conceive of it, much less write it down as a repertory of firing cells.

Obviously we do conceive of the action of biting a lemon. We might even flinch or salivate in doing so. These attendent responses can be conceived by others. What is impossibly difficult to conceive of is the brain, quâ physical object, of a person biting a lemon, as distinct from the brain of a person biting a peach, or solving an equation. I suppose it is just as hard to conceive of what distinguishes a living body from a dead one.

To solve the former problem, the Brain Activity Map is proposed. Most maps are smaller than the terrain that they are maps of: the map is needed because the terrain itself is too large. But one difficulty in understanding the brain is that neurons are too small. So it sounds as if the Brain Activity Map should be understood as a brain magnification, with neurons and their connections rendered large enough to see (or rendered in symbolic form that allows them to be seen with the mind’s eye).

Socrates proposes such a magnification in the Republic, leading his interlocutors to seek δικαιοσύνη in the city, rather than the person, since the city is larger. But if a person is like a city, then the citizens themselves will be like little cities, and so forth. What then can be explained by the analogy? The same problem of infinite regress occurs in Wilson’s essay. Wilson proposes that the brain (or the entire nervous system) is like a queen ant or termite, together with her swarm of workers. The subtitle of his essay is, “And how the brain is like a colony of ants.” An ant is not a person; but it is like a person, at least an unintelligent person:

Each worker on its own is relatively stupid. It follows a program of blind, untutored instinct, which is subject to only a small amount of flexibility in its expression.

We have seen Wilson describe free will as a “part” of consciousness. This part is provided by a “self”:

And what would that be? Where is it? The self does not exist as a paranormal being living on its own within the brain. It is, instead, the central dramatic character of the confabulated scenarios. In these stories, it is always on center stage – if not as participant, then as observer and commentator – because that is where all of the sensory information arrives and is integrated.

It is odd that Wilson denies that the self is a “paranormal being.” As far as science is concerned, there are no paranormal beings at all; nor can there be. Science does not prove this; for the paranormal is just what science can say nothing about. In any case, Wilson here describes the self as if it were a conscious mind; but it is supposed to be only part (albeit a central part) of a conscious mind.

The analogy to an ant colony is indeed potentially useful, but only in a way that Wilson does not make explicit. Regardless of our knowledge of science, we humans have a way of recognizing consciousness. If we can have a conversation with a person, then that person is conscious. Has Wilson had a conversation with an ant colony? Being an entomologist, perhaps he has. In that case, it would seem that consciousness does not have a physical basis, or at least not a particular basis. The brain in a skull may be conscious; but things with completely different physical properties may be conscious too. (You can distil an ant colony to obtain formic acid, but I am not aware that you can do the same with a brain.)

Now I have used Wilson’s word “basis.” I do not think it is the right word. A basis is a base: a support, a foundation. It holds something up. We can look at a coin from two sides; is one of these the basis of the other? We can perceive the coin in many ways: not only can we look at it, but we can feel it, we can heft it, we can hear it ring when we flip it in the air. We can even taste it: children are especially likely to do the last, or at least I can remember doing it as a child. Is the felt coin a “basis” for the tasted coin?

We might say rather that there is some physical object that is the basis for both the feeling and the taste of the coin. What can this mean? Perhaps the physical coin is just what can be analyzed scientifically. But there can be a chemical analysis (into gold and silver perhaps), a spatial analysis (describing the coin as roughly cylindrical, with certain deviations), a numismatical analysis (stating where the coin was minted and whose head is on it), and perhaps other analyses. Which analysis gives us the “real” coin? They all do.

By one analysis, a human being is a consciousness. By another, the human being is a body with a certain description, and in particular certain “vital signs.” Which is the real human? Either one is real.

If we want to know what a coin tastes like, without relying on childhood memory, we can put a coin in our mouth. If we have no coin at hand, we might use the known scientific analysis of coins to produce an object that should taste like a coin. But then the real proof will be in the tasting.

It may be a moral obligation to recognize consciousness where it exists. Since some seemingly unconscious persons turn out to be conscious, we want to treat them properly. The neurological research described by Wilson may help us do this, and this may justify Wilson’s assertion that “no scientific quest is more important to humanity.” The quest may give us the ears of Horton the Elephant, as put to use in Horton Hears a Who!

Perhaps the most important quest of all is simply to be conscious, or to be as conscious as possible. These are grand words, but perhaps ridiculous. In high school I liked a passage from Robert Pirsig’s Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (ch. 25):

Other people can talk about how to expand the destiny of mankind. I just want to talk about how to fix a motorcycle. I think that what I have to say has more lasting value.

The point is to talk about something you can actually do. Part of being conscious is talking to other consciousnesses. It may be the only part of consciousness, in the sense that consciousness always involves talking at least to oneself, recalling memories and imagining possibilities. Such talking may not be done out loud. The invention of writing allows talking to be done across centuries. Talking to Plato may be as valuable as talking to ants.


Edited December 27, 2021 – and again on May 22, 2026, when I am returning to this post because of its discussion of the “Fifth Antithesis,” mentioned in “Antitheses”; today I am only converting unspaced em-dashes to spaced en-dashes, since the latter read better in a fixed-width font, and in any font they allow line breaks

Books hung out with

Here are some books that I have read more times than I can remember.

  1. R. G. Collingwood, The Principles of Art (1938);
  2. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge (1944);
  3. Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (1974).

The years of my first readings were 1987, 1984, and 1982, respectively, as best I can remember; in any case, their order is opposite to the order of publication.

I want to say some things about the books and their writers. I intend especially to address the last book, which I shall call ZAMM. From Pirsig’s more recent book, Lila, I mention only the author’s description of keeping notes on slips of paper, then arranging and rearranging them, in hopes that he might finally produce a book out of them. The present article might be considered as a collection of such notes, not necessarily forming a coherent whole. There are more notes that I might add in future.


While I was in high school, I paid the price of three dollars and thirty-three cents (plus tax) for the peculiar purple book in square format called Be Here Now. I suppose the title can be taken as a summation of the spiritual advice contained in the book. This advice is apparently derived mainly from Hinduism, though given to us by an American once called Richard Alpert, who spent a lot of time taking LSD with Timothy Leary. After I had gone off to read Great Books at St John’s College in Annapolis in 1983, and transferred to Santa Fe after a year, I learned that the Director of Laboratories on the occidental campus had lived at a sort of monastery or commune, elsewhere in New Mexico, supported by sales of Be Here Now.

The book ends with lists of recommended reading, headed with the warning, “Painted cakes do not satisfy hunger.” There are three lists:

  1. Books to hang out with.
  2. Books to visit with now and then.
  3. Books it’s useful to have met.

The “books to hang out with” are thirty-five authors and teachers and scriptures. Those that I have on my own shelves are the Bhagavad Gita, the Holy Bible, the Tibetan Book of the Dead, the Tao Te Ching, the I Ching, and the poems of Hafiz. I have not really hung out with any of these, except maybe parts of the Bible and the Tao Te Ching (the latter in the 1972 translation of Gia-Fu Feng and Jane English, illustrated with Chinese calligraphy of the former on lovely spare nature photographs by the latter).

From Be Here Now’s longer list of “books to visit with now and then,” I have read only some of the poetry of Rumi and William Blake, along with Hesse’s Siddhartha, Merton’s Seven Story Mountain, Reps’s Zen Flesh, Zen Bones, Rilke’s Duino Elegies, and Thoreau’s Walden. From the final, longest section, of “books it’s useful to have met,” the works that I have read are a curious mix of mostly science fiction and St John’s College Program books, by Asimov, Bradbury, Castaneda, Dante, Descartes, Heinlein, Milton, Pascal, Plotinus, Plato, Saint-Exupéry, Salinger, and Tolkien.


The three books that I listed at the beginning are among the books that I have hung out with. Let me record here a flaw in my memory concerning one of them. Before checking the lists in Be Here Now, I thought I remembered that The Razor’s Edge was there somewhere, if only among the “books it’s useful to have met”. But it is not there. Since it seems to fit the theme of spiritual journeys, I wonder if its absence is due to ignorance or oversight. Possibly Maugham was judged to be a spiritual lightweight. However, because on a web page I said The Razor’s Edge was one of my favorite books, I received emails from a fellow, calling himself the Wanderling, who said that his mentor, and not a fellow called Guy Hague, was the person who had been the source for Maugham’s character Larry Darrell.


Some people never read a book more than once. Some people cannot even conceive of doing this. Jerry Seinfeld would appear to be one of those people. In an early episode of his television series, Jerry ridicules George for wanting to retrieve some already-read books from the girlfriend with whom he has just broken up.

Presumably Seinfeld could conceive of watching a television show more than once. It is only because I have watched Seinfeld episodes more than once that I am able to recall and mention Jerry’s foolishness about books in the first place.

Recently I increased by one the unknown number of my readings of ZAMM. Earlier in this month of June, 2013, above the Tyrrhenian Sea, in the gorgeous hilltop setting of Ravello, where I was attending a mathematics conference, in the early mornings I would rise, sit outside, and either work on mathematics or read ZAMM.

photo of terrace in Ravello
ZAMM in the morning in Ravello

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