I have had more than my fair share of brushes with religion at various phases of my life, and am happy to say I've come out on top. We ended up going 19 of 21 falls instead of the traditional 2 out of 3, an epic match to be sure, but in the end religion tapped out and has to go suck its wounds somewhere else.
This is my vaguely humorous way of saying that I'm an atheist and was not always so. I am not, however, without my beliefs. In fact it is my constant (re)consideration of my beliefs that has led me to this place, so although there is no code involved, I feel this area is relevant to the broad subject matter of this blog: stuff that goes on in a hacker's head.
Whatever metaphysical or quasi-metaphysical beliefs I may or may not have can be summarized in the following two statements:
There's really nothing more to say, but I'm going to say it anyway.
The unexamined life is not worth living. Why are you eating that? Why did you choose to go to college? Why are those kids over there living in cardboard boxes and dirt while these kids here have beds and playstations?
Why ask "why?" I don't know how to answer this question, because I've never asked it. I've always asked "why," and have always found the answers unsatisfactory. There really is no other question, and the question either (a) has no answer or (b) has an answer that nobody likes.
When I was little I constantly asked "why" (like all little humans) and quickly came to the conclusion that nobody knew anything; this doesn't really help when you're 5, because you still haven't lost hold of the fact that you don't know anything, either. I don't know why (why? why?), but for some reason I never lost the habit of asking this question (it seemed like a lot of my fellow little humans did), I just stopped asking it out loud (maybe they did too).
There are no adults. The inmates are running the asylum. There are no good reasons for anything, and a lot of bad ones.
But let's just talk about ourselves for a minute. The unexamined life is one in which we never demand why even of ourselves. Sure, we can stop asking other people. They're not going to really answer us, anyway, they're just going to blow smoke up our asses and tell us to get back to whatever we're supposed to be doing. That's all well and good, but to stop asking ourselves why is to decide that we're pretty much done.
Yup, pretty much done. Good enough. Good as you're going to be. No more need of that pesky why, at least not until you start having health problems in middle age and are forced to consider the fact that you've wasted your time on chicken wings and shallow pursuits instead of developing your ability to think critically and face the world.
If you're lucky, that is. Growing up in Gaza or Congo for instance, can probably be a little more stressful for a lot of people than it is in the lazy old empire. I'm guessing there isn't as much time to worry about the finer points of your own well-being when faced with imminent extermination every day. Smoking might kill you, but land mines definitely will, and you don't get to choose where they lie. Yet, curiously, I would guess that more people lead examined lives in dangerous hell-holes than in comfortable, push-button burbclaves... it's probably my stupid optimism acting up again.
The examined life hurts, and the pain is both valuable and incommunicable to anyone else. You cannot hide anything from yourself, at least not without (coincidentally incredibly easy-to-obtain) brain drugs. If you get into the habit of asking yourself why you cannot stop. The voices won't let you.
I said these were quasi-metaphysical beliefs, right?
The examined life is thoroughly mortal. The more that I examine myself and my reactions to the world, the less I fear death. The more I realize how necessary it is. The idiotic and puerile notion that we should make it our goal to live forever by turning ourselves into gadgets is perhaps the most visceral example of just how shallow the unexamined life can or could truly be, and the worst part is that people like that think they're talking about the big questions... you know, Why are we here?
Silly humans. There is no why there. There is only onlyness. There is only us and our greed, laziness and selfishness, along with our humor, affection and concern. No number of gadgets, no amount of so-called hyper-evolution will get rid of them. We'll still be us, locked up in there, even more afraid of death now after having turned our bodies into gated communities with cops on the gates and a constant, furtive buzzing noise everywhere to keep us docile. Maybe we could spend all day blogging!
Alright so all this examined life stuff hurts. Why do it, then? Isn't it more rational to avoid pain?
I won't answer this question. If you're inclined to think that way, then I'm inclined to let you. Just remember when you pay the bill, leave a tip to help the next poor sucker on his one-way trip.
Information wants to be free. The examined life is like a hermeneutic circle: getting in seems like a lot of bother, but once you're in there's really no way out, nor does the idea of getting out make much sense.
But no matter, because information wants to be free, and that is no stupid circle. It is a freight train, and it's coming right at you, always. There is no avoiding it.
Many hackers have couched their views on this subject in economic terms, or perhaps political terms, and these are valid ways of thinking about it, but they are incomplete. There is something more. Information has always wanted to be free. Information will always want to be free.
Note that I say "information" and not "truth" or "justice" or whatever the hell. Information is a neutral world. It is not truth. It is not justice. It must be interpreted (okay, so we're back to hermeneutics, so sue me), but even sans interpretation it is ever-present, all around us. I mean this both literally and metaphorically.
If you don't want anyone to know something, then don't say it out loud or put it in a computer. If someone hears it, information wants to be free and they will tell someone else. If someone downloads it, information wants to be free and it will end up on all of their friends' hard-drives. I have frequently been amazed at how information flows and moves and snakes through the brains and lives and cell phones and computers of the populace.
It does so willingly, because people like to talk. Language is our favorite pet, our trustiest weapon, our best friend. We are born into words and love them without knowing it. Most people won't admit to gossiping, but the truth is that we all need to talk, to type, to jot, to sing, to tap out the things we feel and know and suspect and wish for. All of that is information, and it never remains unmixed or modified for long. We change things, embellish, elide, edit, and frequently want to pass along our edited and mixed renditions for the enjoyment of our peeps. How could we not? We're talking, hairless apes with thumbs and cell phones, it's only natural.
So yeah, information wants to be free because we have a need to push it around. But information wanted to be free before we existed, too. Information wants to be free because it cannot be otherwise. Language is information, but information is not necessarily language. The light from a dying star is information. The code written in DNA is information. Insert your favorite over-used analogy for information here, it's probably valid.
If information did not want to be free then keeping secrets would be easy. But information wants to be free, and keeping secrets is incredibly difficult, even in your own head. Information is not atomic. A secret in one's brain will necessarily find connections with other bits of information bouncing around in there. You might be fine for years, but one day you'll slip up. A dog barking will remind you of something you once smelled, and you'll tell the person you're having coffee with a real bloomer before you realize what's happened.
A secret on a hard-drive is only as good as the cryptography and security mechanisms in place to keep it a secret, and there is no perfection there. Not even close. Especially when human beings are running the computers. Hell, social engineering is based on the idea that information wants to be free, and is by far the most effective means of compromising pretty much any security.
To set yourself against the idea that information wants to be free is to give yourself a Sisyphean task. On the other hand, you can mitigate the effect of information wanting to be free by hiding things in plain sight. Emit large amounts of disinformation, contradictions and carefully designed (but plausible) lies and you can hide any information simply by making finding it difficult. Karl Rove knows this trick quite well. In fact, it's pretty much the cornerstone of the whole neocon approach to screwing the world over, and it is so effective precisely because it takes the fact that information wants to be free into account from the very beginning. No secrets are necessary when everything is true. We're spreading democracy, right? The press release says it right here, man!
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All of what you said is very interesting, and because I am who I am, I am going to ignore it (almost) completely.
ReplyDeleteInstead, I will seize this space to say what I have long felt about religions: They are as outdated as leeches and unsliced bread (the current trends towards un-sliced artisan breads notwithstanding).
They were necessary when the great masses of unwashed idiots were convinced that a setting sun was a sure a sign of the apocalypse, and thus an excuse to run rampant on social norms and mores. I like to think, though, that we've passed that stage in our evolution. We're ready now to understand the cycle of the sun, the makings of life and even what happens to the light when you close the refrigerator door.
I like to think that... but I'm wrong. Religion is outdated because there are MORE educated and rational people out there, but since we breed selectively, we are far outnumbered by Joe Bob, Ellie Mae and their incredible reproduction engine of universal doom. (See Idiocracy, you will not be dissapointed) These are the idiots who do bad for the sake of personal gain, for whom the golden rule is just that, a rule to be followed and not a statement of personal guidance (as I believe it is meant to be). Without the threat (however ridiculous) of punishment after death, these are the people who would create Mad Max-style roving street gangs with a bus labled 'The Rape Wagon'.
It's sad, and I want religions of an organized nature to go away, but I recognize the role they still serve.
I have said my piece (and, coincidentally, my peace) and it in no way reflects upon your thoughts, but your writing inspires me to comment.
For the record, the viewpoints of this comment in no way reflect the kooky extreme-leftist views of the blog publisher and should be discounted as the sycophantic ramblings of Some Random Guy.