Thursday, December 04, 2025

On Betraying Your Friends

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Forster, Betrayal, and the Biology of Loyalty

In 1938 E. M. Forster published his short essay What I Believe. It contained the line which caused outrage at the time:

If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.” 

England was still a patriotic, hierarchical society. The prospect of war against Hitler made such an inversion of national loyalty appear close to treason. Forster was staking a claim: private fidelity outweighs abstract allegiance.

Biologists later gave this dilemma a technical frame. W. D. Hamilton showed that cooperation is favoured when the cost of helping (C) is outweighed by the benefit (B) to genetic relatives (r): r × B > C.

Robert Trivers extended this logic to non-kin, modelling reciprocal altruism between partners and friends who can recognise and remember each other. 

Kinship and friendship thus become the natural anchors of loyalty. Abstract entities like “nation” or “cause” are secondary. They can command devotion only when group enforcement, ideology, or reputational payoffs outweigh the immediate pull of blood and reciprocity. Symbols cement an imaginary community.

No one faced with Forster’s choice runs Hamilton's equations. Evolution equipped us with emotions to act as the compass.

  • Love and attachment make betrayal of family or friends feel like a physical wound
  • Fear of punishment by the wider group pulls in the opposite direction 
  • Shame and guilt mark disloyalty
  • pride and honour mark resistance 
  • Anger, defiance, empathy, anxiety - each has its part.

These conflicting signals are not noise; they are the very mechanism by which human beings weigh such choices. There is no algorithmic outcome: it always depends.

States have long understood this emotional architecture. Coercive interrogation makes use of it. The interrogator threatens family and friends to trigger attachment and fear. He offers narratives to ease the guilt of betrayal (“your comrades abandoned you”).

The prisoner sits inside Forster’s dilemma, subject to the deliberate manipulation of an emotional pot-pourri. The choice cannot be abstract; it is staged in flesh and blood.

There is no universal answer. Sometimes loyalty to comrades or cause is held to the death; sometimes the bonds of kinship or friendship break it. Evolution has not equipped us with a single moral compass here; instead a suite of clashing emotions, each a product of selective advantage from deep history.

Forster’s provocation endures because it exposes not treachery but the brutal evolutionary truth: loyalty can never be absolute, only contextual.

Wednesday, December 03, 2025

The Fourth International at Your Party


From the IMG to A*CR: Whatever Happened to the Fourth International?

At the recent Your Party inaugural conference in Liverpool, the usual assemblage of Trotskyist organisations was out in force – Socialist Workers Party, stray sects, vetero-Leninist grouplets doing that haunting-the-edges-of-history thing. Listening to the reports, I found myself wondering whether any former comrades from the Fourth International tradition – the old Ernest Mandel “United Secretariat” current – were actually present.

Is there still a British section of the FI in any meaningful sense, and if so, what on earth are they doing these days?

Back in 1972-76, when I was an IMG member, the politics were straightforward, whatever the internal (in retrospect) absurdities. We were Marxist, Leninist, Trotskyist: pitched at a genuinely high intellectual level. I possessed - and studied - Lenin's Selected Works in two thick volumes, Trotsky's classic works, and a smattering of modern texts on Marxist economics (Capital was too boring for me in those days).

You might have mocked our delusions of revolutionary imminence, but you couldn’t say we hadn’t done the reading. Fast forward fifty years and the contemporary FI seems unrecognisable: a loosely-connected ecosocialist talking shop, with a politics that looks like faddish environmentalism plus identity-adjacent moralism.

Not much attention to the conquest of power: the old, hard arts of street-fighting victory over the bourgeoisie. 

The IMG: a flawed but serious attempt at Leninism

The IMG of the early seventies was, for all its faults, a serious organisation.

Structurally, it was a party project, not a lifestyle collective. Branches, fractions, organised interventions in the labour movement and student unions. There was an assumption that we were training the future leadership for a British October which would, sometime soon, be pencilled into the calendar. Discipline and education were not optional extras - we were truly in the End Times.

Theoretically, we were orthodox in the Trotskyist sense: transitional method, workers’ government, permanent revolution, the united front, democratic centralism. People argued furiously all the time, but they were arguing inside a shared conceptual framework; Leninism was the grammar of the organisation. You could reasonably say, “These people are wrong about the nature of the Labour Party, or the dynamics of Portugal, or the women’s movement,” but we were at least trying to locate those things inside a theory of the state, class power, and revolutionary praxis.

The FI today: ecosocialist salon with Trotskyist wallpaper

By contrast, the contemporary British section of the FI - Anti*Capitalist Resistance (A*CR), plus its Scottish cousin - reads and behaves very differently. This may be their public face rather than the inner life of any given branch - but politics, like theology, exists in its outward forms.

The centre of gravity has visibly shifted:

– 'Climate catastrophe' is now the organising horizon. Capitalism is bad not because it immiserates the working class and blocks human potential, but because it incinerates the planet. The class problematic is presented, but often as a kind of grey backdrop to a green foreground. Naturally none of this is properly analysed.

– The daily diet is social-movement work around race, gender, sexuality, refugees, and so on, refracted through current academic fashions. They tend to appear as self-contained spheres rather than mediated expressions of the underlying class structure - as we would have demanded.

– Trade-union implantation is patchy and modest. There is very little sense that the organised working class is still the decisive lever of social transformation, as opposed to one “movement” among many in an archipelago of resistances.

– Above all, there is a palpable aversion to anything which smells of Leninist party-building. “Centralism” is suspect; “vanguard” is practically a slur. The organisational imagination hovers somewhere between a campaigning NGO, a reading group, and a loose federation of activists.

It is still recognisably left-wing, often morally serious, occasionally insightful – but it is not what anyone in 1972 would have recognised as a revolutionary Marxist organisation in the Bolshevik sense. Trotsky may be there in the quotations; he is not there in the method.

What broke: historic mission and strategic seriousness

Two great demolitions reshaped the FI and its British fragments.

First, the collapse of the “historic mission” story. For decades, the Ernest Mandel FI lived on the thesis that Trotskyism was the rightful heir to the classical Marxist tradition, temporarily overshadowed by Stalinism, but destined to come into its own once “actually existing socialism” collapsed under its contradictions. The workers would reassess; the Fourth International would stand revealed; history would resume its proper course under the leadership of sections of the FI.

Then the Eastern Bloc fell - and no Trotskyist current became the organising centre of anything. Instead, we got neoliberal restoration, gangster-capitalism, and a demoralised proletariat. That wasn’t in the script.

At that point, Trotskyism ceased to be the heir apparent and became, at best, one tradition among many revisionist Marxisms. The FI bent towards the surviving currents that still seemed alive – environmentalism, feminism, various identity movements – in order to avoid total irrelevance. In doing so it shed much of its doctrinal paradigm, energy and focus.

Second, the intellectualisation of impotence. As the practical horizon of revolution receded, the new FI became, in effect, a think-tank for radical critical theory: eco-Marxism, feminist Marxism, queer Marxism, decolonial discourse. This colonised the mental space once occupied by close study of the state, class struggle dynamics, and revolutionary strategy.

The result is a politics of moralism. The organisation proclaims the need for rupture; it does not seriously address the mechanics of taking and wielding power. Revolutionary politics without a theory of victory is mere performance, not preparation.

Would Lenin or Trotsky recognise their supposed heirs?

They would see an “International” in which:

– The proletariat has dissolved into a soup of movements and identities, each with its own discourse, none clearly primus inter pares.

– “Seizure of power” appears, if at all, as a distant eschatological symbol rather than a concrete strategic objective one might plan for in pragmatic, logistical detail.

– Political questions are approached primarily in ethical and cultural terms – will this stance make us more inclusive, more intersectional, more attuned to X oppression? – rather than in terms of changing the relation of forces at state level.

– The old transitional method – demands which pose the question of power – has been largely replaced by programmatic-maximalism and movementist-minimalism, with very little in between. Back to the old Second International.

Three exits from Trotskyism

The Trotskyist diaspora has generally taken one of three available exits:

1. Sectarian petrification - preserve the 1970s schema in aspic and insist that nothing fundamental has changed. This is the path of the hardened sects, still doing paper sales as if Wilson were in Downing Street and factories still employed thousands of horny-handed blue-collar workers. Hello SWP.

2. NGO-ification – dissolve into the movements, rebadge as “ecosocialist” or “radical left”, retain some Marxist language but operate in practice as a campaigning network with an intellectual journal attached. This is more or less where the FI and A*CR have ended up.

3. Labourist absorption – accept that the only serious arena is the broad workers’ party and become, in effect, a pressure group on its left wing. Variants of Militant and the Alliance for Workers’ Liberty live here, endlessly reconciling themselves to the rhythms of Labourism.

From militants to curators

So yes, my younger IMG self would barely recognise today’s A*CR as comrades in the old sense. They occupy a different niche in the ecosystem. We were trying, in our hapless way, to train cadres for a future insurrection that never arrived. They are curating a moral and intellectual discourse – ecosocialist, intersectional, movementist – in a world which has largely given up on the idea of revolution altogether.

It's humbling to read the declassified papers of the old Special Branch in the early 1970s, when the IMG (and other Trotskyist organisations) were written off as earnest talking shops: zero threat to the state. But then the objective situation never unwrapped into that October uprising: if it had, we would have known - at least intellectually - what to do and been up for it. Would the comrades today denounce such a mass popular revolt against the state as - 'Populism'?

I rather think Your Party would.


Tuesday, December 02, 2025

My visit to the luthier today


Tuesday, 2 December 2025

This afternoon I drove the five minutes across town to visit our local luthier, Tim — the sort of quietly competent guitar technician whose workshop, tucked into the back of his garden, is crammed full of the esoteric tools of his trade, together with a collection of instruments. I took two guitars: my ancient, bargain-basement classical, now warped by decades of tension and neglect, and the new Córdoba C1M, whose bottom two strings (E and A) had snapped almost immediately after I bought it.

The failure of those wound strings had made me suspect a manufacturing fault in the nut at the headstock, some roughness. Hence the visit. Tim put the Córdoba on his bench, peered at the nut slots, the wraps, the break points. His verdict was brisk and reassuring: the wound bass strings were visibly corroded. That alone explained the sudden unravelling. The D string (string 4) was half-gone as well. The guitar itself, though, was in excellent condition.

He then examined the aged relic. Years of string tension had bowed the body; the bridge now sat too high; the frets were uneven; the strings themselves stiff and unyielding. The repairs, he reckoned, would run to about £130. Given that the new Córdoba — a far superior instrument — cost £132, the economics were self-evidently absurd. We agreed the old guitar had had its day.

I’ll restring it anyway, keep it downstairs, and use it as a knockabout practice instrument when I can’t be bothered to trek upstairs. The new Córdoba will remain the guitar that delivers on sound quality and playability.

A useful half hour, and an unexpectedly pleasant one. Tim is exactly the sort of artisan you hope to find: expert, self-effacing, and equipped to handle anything from fretwork to electronics. Good to know he’s close by.


'Winter Under Water' - a review by Adam Carlton


Amazon - and what an alluring cover image!

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Review: Winter Under Water by James Hopkin

Here is the Amazon description of this interestingly-flawed novel.

"When Joseph meets Marta, who has come to the UK to research the forgotten histories of remarkable women from across Europe, he is captivated, and Marta feels the same; when she returns to her previous life, their relationship continues through letters and phone calls. Then Joseph decides to visit Marta in her native Poland.

"Interlinking Joseph’s often strange experiences with Marta’s letters to him, Winter Under Water is a book about who we are and who we choose to love; exploring issues of isolation and identity, of home and belonging, it is also, ultimately, a book that suggests you only truly know a person or a place when you can sit in silence and not feel compelled to break it - in any language."


That's not my take, however.

James Hopkin’s debut novel Winter Under Water (2007) presents itself as a love story in Kraków in the early 1990s, but its real subject is Poland at the hinge of history. Joseph, a rootless Englishman, and Marta, a Polish academic, are less characters than ciphers. Their romance is the surface play of deeper forces: the collision of Western liberal cosmopolitanism with Eastern European post-Communist disillusion.

Joseph stands in for that familiar tribe of educated but precarious Western youth - the bohemian “precariat” - arts degrees in hand but no prospects. They cling to those universalist, atomised liberal values they absorbed in their universities, and they attach these values to the supra-national promise of “Europe”. To them, Europe is not a continent but a dream: a utopian ideology; a secular faith to fill the void of religion and class.

Marta emerges from a parallel class in Poland: young, educated, equally disenchanted with her own society, but tempered by history. Having lived under Communism, she has seen “progressive” ideology deployed as a weapon of oppression. Polish dissidents even in their idealism were trained in cynicism - hard-headed realism about human weakness and the corruption of systems. Marta, though alienated from her own culture perceives the shallowness of Joseph's fashionable worldview.

Their supposed love affair - briefly intense followed by a slow sputtering - is that as metaphor. It dramatizes the brief encounter of Western utopian liberalism with Eastern post-ideological scepticism. And, like their relationship, it is doomed. Both currents are swiftly swept aside by the onrush of the new bourgeois order: the Kantor currency-exchange booths, the gold-toothed hustlers, the flood of Western kitsch and consumerism. Romance fades as ideals dissolve into commerce and boho tourism.

Hopkin captures this moment with startling prose. Critics rightly praised his metaphors, which illuminate the novel like sudden flashes of winter light: paranoia sitting on a man “like a pigeon on a crust”, or roads that glimmer “like tin trays carrying water”. These images linger long after the plot - such as it is - is forgotten. His great gift is atmosphere, and in this book the atmosphere is history itself - the feel of a city poised between collapse and colonisation.

But the weakness remains: most saliently with Joseph and Marta themselves - they are exasperating: Joseph, narcissistic and self-indulgent; Marta, lost in contradictions.

Winter Under Water succeeds, then, as a prose-poem of transition rather than as a novel of character. It is a portrait of Poland’s fleeting liminality, when the old ideologies had collapsed but the new consumerist dispensation had not yet locked in.


Monday, December 01, 2025

The Cheng Man-ching 32-Movement Sword Form


As I mentioned, I renegotiated terms at the gym a few days ago and so returned to my neglected martial arts practice. I begin with the 24-Form Simplified Taijiquan, coaxing my body into its remembered grace, letting its slow geometry settle my mind.

From there I shift gear: shotokan kihon, kumite, the first four Heian kata.

Finally a couple of rounds of the Cheng Man-ching 32-Movement Sword Form (see the video above). 

Overall, a forty minute gentle ascent, from calm towards ever-increasing lethality.

These days I draw the court-curtains around me. One shouldn’t inflict an elderly man with a steel sword hissing through the air on the young souls playing badminton on adjacent courts.


Sunday, November 30, 2025

Rent Seeking in SF: 'The Midas Plague'


Rent Seeking in Science Fiction: The Midas Plague

Science fiction often exaggerates real-world tendencies until the absurd becomes visible. Frederik Pohl’s 1954 novella The Midas Plague (which I read as a young teen) is a case in point. Where most mid-century dystopias warned of shortages, rationing and austere futures, Pohl imagined the opposite problem: a world drowning in overabundance.

His premise is simple enough. Automation has advanced to the point where factories churn out limitless consumer goods at negligible cost. The problem is demand: no one actually wants the mountain of tat that pours from the assembly lines. In a market system this would mean bankruptcies, idle plants, falling prices, and eventually equilibrium.

But in Pohl’s world, society refuses to let the productive apparatus shrink. Instead, the state steps in to enforce consumption quotas. The poor are compelled to eat, drink, wear and dispose of endless commodities; their burden is to consume beyond desire. The rich, by contrast, are privileged to live sparsely; they forgo this orgy of waste. 

Simplicity becomes a status symbol, while the underclass gorges on surplus in a parody of plenty.

'America, where the poor people are fat'.

This grotesque inversion makes for good satire, but it also requires economic analysis. What exactly is going on here? The answer lies in the concept of rent seeking.

Economists use this term to describe situations where individuals or groups manipulate political and legal structures to secure income without creating new value. Instead of competing to serve customers, they capture the state and force through laws or regulations that guarantee their revenue stream. Classic examples are protective tariffs, agricultural subsidies, or the procurement of gold-plated exquisites in the military-industrial complex.

In The Midas Plague, rent seeking is taken to its extreme. Producers - facing a world glutted with their output - lobby for a system where their goods must be consumed regardless of demand. The state obliges, turning compulsion into law: every citizen must devour their allotted quota. Value is not created here; it is destroyed. Consumers are made worse off - literally sickened - while producers are shielded from market discipline.

The costs of abundance are socialised, the rents privatised.

The satire bites because it echoes real practice. Think of American farmers paid to destroy crops while food is scarce elsewhere. Think of armaments produced at vast cost with questionable utility, justified by political scaremongering. Or of “zombie firms” kept alive today by cheap money and state backstops, resources locked into unproductive channels. Pohl’s vision is exaggerated, but the underlying economic pathology is sadly familiar.

Saturday, November 29, 2025

'After Greene: Catholic Fiction' - by Adam Carlton

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Can Literary Catholic Fiction Still Be Written?

This is no more than a mildly interesting note.

When Graham Greene was writing his “Catholic novels” in the mid-twentieth century, the cultural landscape was quite different. Religion was not a private eccentricity but part of the shared furniture of English life. The Church of England still propped up the House of Lords, bishops moved in clubland circles, and the Oxbridge tone of the ruling class presumed Christianity as a background. Catholicism, though always a little suspect and marginal in England, belonged within this larger milieu. It could be dramatised without much explanation.

Greene did not preoccupy himself with the scholastic intricacies of Aquinas or his orders of angels. His terrain was moral conflict: adultery, betrayal, guilt, the peculiar weight of sin and grace. These dilemmas were intelligible to readers precisely because Christian categories of morality still carried cultural salience. Even if one rejected them, they were recognised. The novels worked because they played Catholic tension against an assumed Christian backdrop.

Eighty years on, the background has changed utterly. The moral and doctrinal architecture of Christianity has collapsed as a shared cultural framework. Outside the shrinking circle of believers, religious scruple is often perceived as antiquarian, even faintly absurd. To write a novel in Greene’s mode today would risk sounding apologetic or merely quaint.

Where, then, is the space for Catholic fiction? And note I really mean critical fiction, not cosy apologetics acceptable to the Magisterium.

Perhaps the answer lies in new directions:

  • The Interior Turn: Catholicism as a language for interiority and metaphysical disquiet. Not adultery and confession, but meaning and grace in an age of anxiety.
  • Counterculture: Catholicism as subversive, a jarring insistence on transcendence within a secular consensus that allows only immanence.
  • Symbolic Depth: Catholicism as a mythic repertoire - those rituals, sacraments, archetypes which dramatise desire, guilt, forgiveness and loss, regardless of belief.
  • The Post-Secular Opening: In the ruins of disenchanted modernity, Catholic categories - sin, mercy, communion - may be rediscovered as conceptual tools still capable of ordering experience.

So yes: Greene’s mode of Catholic fiction cannot be revived. Its shock depended on a cultural matrix that no longer exists. But that does not mean Catholic writing is impossible. It has a future: not as the moral conscience of a de-Christianised society but as a counter-voice, a subterranean register, symbolic language ready to ambush secularism from unexpected directions. JD Vance would understand.

Friday, November 28, 2025

We Miss the Enchanted World

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Nigel: I'm reading Charles Taylor, The Secular Age. Please summarise the main differences Taylor identifies between the antique and medieval enchanted ages, and modernity, including ordinary time vs higher times, living in a cosmos vs being included in the universe.

GPT5.1:

Taylor’s distinction is essentially a story of how the human world thinned. The enchanted ages were dense with agency, layered with times, and framed by a cosmos that held you in its architecture. Modernity dissolved the thickness: flattened time, evacuated spirits, and left us floating in a value-neutral universe. The details:

1. Enchantment vs disenchantment

In the antique and medieval worlds, agency leaked everywhere: angels, demons, saints, relics, feast-days, sacred groves, malevolent forces in the hedgerow. The boundary of the self was porous. You didn’t have your moods and impulses; you could be entered by them. The world acted back.

Modernity armoured the self. The “buffered” individual became a clean, sealed container—refusing possession, denying external spiritual causation, and insisting that every twitch in the psyche is internal or biochemical.

2. Ordinary time vs higher times

The ancients and medievals lived in a two-storey temporal structure.

  • Ordinary time: the daily churn—sowing, reaping, illness, court politics, winter.
  • Higher time: the sacramental overlay, the liturgical year, the moments when eternity opened a skylight into history. A feast wasn’t simply Tuesday with candles; it was an interruption by a different order of temporality. The transcendent touched the mundane.

Modernity abolishes this layered temporal architecture. Everything is one damned thing after another. A Tuesday is just a Tuesday. Time becomes homogeneous, secular, and measurable—clock-time without windows.

3. Living in a cosmos vs being included in a universe

Taylor’s best distinction.

  • The cosmos is structured meaning: a hierarchy, an order, a moral topology. You live in it as a citizen. Your life has an allotted place. The cosmos was participatory—you belonged inside it, and it shaped your destiny.
  • The universe, by contrast, is an empty warehouse of matter and space. You’re “included” in it only as a physical body among other physical bodies. It offers no script, no moral grammar, no sense of fittingness. You construct your life-meaning yourself—modernity’s great burden masquerading as freedom.

4. Moral realism vs ethical self-construction

The enchanted ages anchored virtue in the grain of reality. To be good was to align oneself with the order of things—God, natural law, the pattern of the cosmos.

Modernity detaches ethics from ontology. Values become optional software running on the neutral hardware of the universe. Meaning becomes a project, not a discovery.

5. Fragile vs stable identity

The enchanted ages held identity in external structures—church, estate, craft, cosmic order. You knew what you were for.

The buffered modern self carries its meaning internally, like a soldier lugging his own fortifications. Transcendence is optional; existential vertigo is not.

In sum

Taylor’s contrast is a lament for the loss of metaphysical architecture. The old ages gave thick belonging, higher time, porous selves, and a cosmos charged with purpose. Modernity gives autonomy and irony, but at the price of a flattened temporal landscape and a universe indifferent to the dramas enacted within it.

A secular age is, in Taylor’s sense, an age in which belief is possible but no longer inevitable—because the world no longer presses transcendence upon you; you must choose it against the grain of the age.



Nigel: Did Taylor make further distinctions of note in his book?

GPT5.1:

Taylor’s book is a cathedral of distinctions—some illuminating, some baroque enough to make a Thomist blush. Beyond the contrasts you already named, several further axes matter for understanding A Secular Age as Taylor actually means it, not as it’s often caricatured.

1. The three senses of “secularity”

Taylor hammers this because modern theorists conflate them.

  • Secularity 1: the institutional separation of Church and state.
  • Secularity 2: the decline of religious practice.
  • Secularity 3: the condition in which belief becomes contestable and optional, even for believers. This is the secular age proper. The error, in Taylor’s view, is treating 1 or 2 as sufficient explanations. The real revolution is psychological: belief is no longer the “default setting.”

2. Porous vs buffered selves

You’ve seen the headline version. But Taylor also gives the buffered self two features worth noting:

  • It lives inside a disengaged reason—the intellect stands back from the world, observing rather than participating.
  • It carries what Taylor calls a “malaise of immanence”: once you’ve sealed transcendence out, you still hunger for depth but can’t admit its source.

The porous self, meanwhile, didn’t agonise over meaning; it breathed it as air.

3. The shift from honour to dignity

Medieval life ran on the fuel of social honour—deeply hierarchical, publicly bestowed, tightly bound to cosmic order.

Modernity replaces that with universal dignity: every person has equal worth because the moral order has been flattened. This ethical levelling mirrors the metaphysical levelling: no higher beings, no higher times, no ladder of being—just individuals in a neutral space.

4. The “immanent frame”

Taylor’s master concept.

Modernity builds a shared social-intellectual container in which we conduct our lives. It has two modes:

  • Closed: only naturalistic, immanent explanations count.
  • Open: transcendence is thinkable, though not imposed.

Even devout believers now inhabit the immanent frame; they have to reach beyond it rather than simply live inside a world saturated with God.

5. The Reform Master Narrative

Taylor rejects the simple secularity tale (“science kills religion”) and instead argues that Christianity unintentionally secularised the West.

Protestant reforms (and later Catholic discipline) intensified demands for moral clarity, order, and individual interiority. That moral tightening slowly eroded the enchanted world and birthed the disciplined, rationalised modern subject. It’s Max Weber with more soul.

6. The rise of “exclusive humanism”

Modernity creates something that barely existed before: a moral outlook in which human flourishing alone is sufficient as a life’s ultimate horizon—no God, no eternity, no cosmic drama. This is not mere atheism; it’s a comprehensive, meaningful vision of the good life rooted entirely in the immanent frame.

7. The nova effect

Once transcendence becomes optional, the spiritual marketplace explodes. Instead of uniform belief, you get a dazzling spray of possibilities:

  • Catholicism
  • Evangelicalism
  • Deism
  • Exclusive humanism
  • Romantic expressivism
  • Nietzschean heroism
  • New Age mysticism
  • DIY spirituality

Modernity doesn’t produce unbelief; it produces pluralism, permanent churn, and “cross pressures”—the sense that whatever stance you take, rival stances tug at your sleeve.

8. The ethic of authenticity

Taylor sees this not just as narcissism but as modernity’s attempt to locate moral authority in the self’s felt vocation. It’s Rousseau for a mass audience: one must be true to oneself rather than obedient to an external order. This, in Taylor’s view, reshapes everything from sexuality to politics to religious experience.

9. The “subtraction story” critique

Taylor’s sharpest intervention: secularisation isn’t what’s left when you subtract superstition. It’s an active construction—new institutions, new subjectivities, new moral ideals. Modernity isn’t a clearing; it’s an edifice with its own metaphysics (even if it pretends not to have one).

In short

Taylor’s distinctions form a single architecture: a shift from embeddedness to self-possession, from cosmic order to moral autonomy, from given meaning to self-made meaning, from a world drenched with presence to a universe drained of it. He isn’t romanticising the past so much as diagnosing the modern predicament: freedom won at the cost of thickness, plurality won at the price of stability, and meaning made into a personal craft project rather than a shared inheritance.



Nigel: Does Taylor see a way forward? What about his own Catholicism?

GPT5.1:

Taylor doesn’t hand out a programme or a manifesto. He isn’t a Vatican architect sketching a new Christendom. What he offers instead is a diagnosis with a faint pulse of hope—hope in complexity, not restoration. His “way forward” is more like a clearing in the fog than a paved road.

1. No return to enchantment

Taylor rejects nostalgia. You can’t glue the medieval cosmos back together; the cultural conditions that sustained it have evaporated. Modern consciousness is irreversibly plural, self-aware, ironic. His way forward begins by admitting that the immanent frame is now the air we breathe.

2. But the immanent frame is not a prison

Taylor argues that secular modernity need not seal itself off. The immanent frame can be open rather than closed—a space where transcendence is a live option rather than a polite absurdity. He thinks the deepest modern experiences—art, love, moral obligation, the sense of depth—already point beyond themselves. Modernity is full of cracks. Pressure builds inside the frame until it flexes.

3. A retrieval, not a reversal

Taylor’s way forward is a kind of ressourcement in slow motion. He wants moderns to relearn what the enchanted ages knew: that meaning isn’t a private hallucination but a response to something real that presses on us.

But the mode of access must be modern—free, personal, reflective—not taken for granted.

4. His Catholicism

Taylor is a Catholic, but a distinctly non-Constantinian one. His faith is not a blueprint for re-sacralising the public square; it’s a patient, almost quietist fidelity in a fractured age.

He sees Catholicism as:

  • a tradition capable of deep synthesis, able to absorb modernity’s insights into freedom, conscience, and dignity;
  • a counter-imaginary, offering a vision of fullness that resists the flat ontology of exclusive humanism;
  • a living inheritance, not a fossil, capable of generating new forms of life within the open immanent frame.

Taylor is not trying to prove Catholicism true by argument. He wants to show that belief can again be recognised as a rational response to the human condition, not a regression.

5. The “way forward” in one sentence

Modernity must be lived as an age of maximal openness—neither enforcing belief nor forbidding it—within which individuals can again feel the pressure of transcendence and choose a path without cultural coercion.

6. And the twist

Taylor thinks secular humanism has virtues worth saving: moral equality, freedom, the primacy of conscience. But he thinks it can’t finally carry its own weight. Its ethical seriousness implies a depth it cannot explain. Catholicism, in his eyes, gives that seriousness a metaphysical home.

7. What he absolutely does not propose

  • No revival of Christendom.
  • No culture-war triumphalism.
  • No demand that modernity bow before the altar.

His Catholicism is post-imperial, dialogical, and stubbornly hopeful: a bet that the human hunger for fullness will eventually reopen the closed frame.



Nigel: But does Taylor in fact accept supernatural occurrences such as the Virgin birth, the resurrection and the Ascension as historical facts - or, as with Crossan, as metaphor?

GPT5.1:

Taylor plays this carefully, and the care is itself revealing. He is nothing like Crossan. He does not reduce Christianity to metaphor, but neither does he write like a catechism lawyer laying out which miracles he affirms “as historical facts” in the journalist’s sense. His stance sits in that Catholic phenomenological middle-ground: miracle as event with historical density, not as mythic allegory, but understood in a different register from brute chronicle.

Here is the clean version.

1. Taylor affirms the supernatural core of Christianity

He has said repeatedly—in interviews, essays, and Catholic public events—that he accepts the Incarnation, Resurrection, and Ascension as the decisive acts of God. He is not a symbolic Christian. He rejects the “demythologising” programme that guts Christianity to make it palatable to secular taste.

But—and this is the hinge—Taylor thinks the modern question “Did it literally happen as a camera would record it?” is already shaped by the immanent frame. For him, that’s the wrong standard of historicity.

2. He rejects Crossan’s approach

Crossan treats miracle as parable: valuable, but not an intrusion of God into time. Taylor considers that an artefact of Crossan’s hyper-modern epistemology—a method that announces in advance what kinds of events may or may not be real.

Taylor’s Catholicism cuts the other way: if God is real, then history is permeable.

3. What Taylor actually says when pressed

  • On the Virgin Birth: Taylor accepts it as part of the Church’s teaching on the Incarnation. He does not reinterpret it symbolically. He does not write long arguments defending it because he treats it as a revealed mystery rather than a puzzle for obstetricians.
  • On the Resurrection: This he speaks about directly. He takes the resurrection to be a real, world-altering event—not “the disciples’ inner experience,” not a metaphor for meaning, not a mythic expression. A genuine eruption of divine life into history. The disciples encountered the risen Christ in a way that produced the early Church; that requires an ontological event, not a literary device.
  • On the Ascension: Again, Taylor affirms it as a real act, but insists we must not imagine it in primitive spatial terms (Christ shooting upward into the stratosphere). It is an event, but one whose “how” transcends physical description. Modern literalism flattens it; Taylor resists that flattening.

He is in line with the mainstream of contemporary Catholic theology: historically real, but not photographically naïve. What happened is real; how it happened is not confined to the categories of a closed physicalist universe.

4. Taylor’s key principle: “The real is richer than the empirical.”

He refuses the modern reduction in which “historical fact” means “empirically reprodu­cible mechanical event.” He equally refuses the liberal Protestant slide into metaphor. His Catholic instinct is that the supernatural is not an embarrassment but the axis on which the narrative turns.

Put bluntly

  • Taylor believes the core miracles happened.
  • He is not Crossan.
  • But he will not let modernity dictate the terms on which “happened” must be understood.


Nigel: But he dodges the question of what the contemporary video camera might have recorded at all three events?

GPT5.1:

No evasion. If you force the “video camera test,” Taylor’s position collapses into its own ambiguity. He refuses the premise because he thinks the premise is malformed—but that doesn’t mean the question is meaningless. It means you have to state the metaphysics cleanly.

Here’s the hard, unvarnished answer.

1. The Virgin Birth

A camera in Mary’s room nine months before Bethlehem would record exactly nothing unusual. Catholic theology has never claimed a cinematic anomaly—no glowing aura, no Gabriel materialising like a Marvel character. Conception itself is not visually trackable. So the Virgin Birth is not the right battleground for the camera test.

2. The Resurrection

Here the modern mind demands spectacle: a stone rolls, a corpse sits up, light floods the cave, the disciples gasp in Dolby Surround.

Taylor would say: that desire is itself the symptom of disenchantment.

But strip him away—and strip away the protective scholarly fog—and the only intellectually honest Christian position is this:

A camera in the tomb would have recorded something. But whatever it recorded would not satisfy the modern empiricist. Not because the event was metaphorical, but because the event ruptures the ontology in which cameras function.

A resurrection is not a biological restart. It is the irruption of a new mode of existence. If you insist on crude physicalism, the recording would look like a jump-cut: corpse → absence. The camera would register the minimum physical correlate—an emptied tomb—but the transformation itself would be occurring at a layer of reality the sensor cannot digitise.

That is not a dodge; it’s a recognition that the phenomenon is not a mechanical process within spacetime.

3. The Ascension

A camera on the Mount of Olives would not capture Christ rising like a helium balloon. It would capture Christ being with the disciples, then no longer being with them. Perhaps a departure; perhaps a disappearance; not a NASA launch.

If the Resurrection inaugurates a transformed corporeality, then the Ascension is its withdrawal into a mode of presence no longer bound to locality. A camera records locality. So at best you get vanishing, not levitation.

4. The deeper point

The camera test presumes that reality is fully commensurable with imaging technology. That is precisely the thing Taylor (and the entire Catholic intellectual lineage) denies: that the real is exhausted by the measurable.

To demand that a miracle conform to the video ontology is like demanding that consciousness show up on a voltmeter. It’s a category mistake disguised as rigour.

5. The honest conclusion

Taylor’s Catholicism means he believes the events happened. But his phenomenology means he believes their decisive content is not camera-accessible. Not because they are metaphors, but because they are ontological transitions, not cinematic stunts.

If you want a Christianity that behaves like a Marvel movie, Crossan is your man: you reduce everything to symbol and dodge the metaphysics. If you want a Christianity that treats miracles as brute physical anomalies, you’ve reinvented Scientology.

Taylor opts for a third path: the events are real, but their reality is not reducible to imagery.



Nigel: It's difficult to take his position seriously, though, because it's faith by exception. Many people throughout history have believed the occurrence of supernatural (ie beyond natural law) events and there appears to be no effective procedure to discriminate between those events we are meant to simply believe, and the many more where we prefer to look to psychology - or swindles against the gullible...

GPT5.1:

Taylor’s position invites exactly this objection. In fact, your criticism is the pressure-point that his entire project skirts: if you treat the miraculous as a one-off ontological breach, you’ve created a theological regime of faith by special pleading, and any sensible modern will smell the varnish.

The core problem is simple: Once you deny the general plausibility of supernatural causation, the few miracles you do affirm look arbitrary. And Taylor never fully solves this.

Let me break the issue cleanly, without piety or sentimentality.


1. The epistemic asymmetry

As you say:

  • Thousands of visionary claims, healings, apparitions and wonders have been reported across cultures.
  • Most are delusion, fraud, enthusiasm, or misinterpretation.
  • Modernity sharpened the sceptical filter: psychology here, grift there, wishful thinking everywhere. But the canonised miracles—Virgin Birth, Resurrection, Ascension—are meant to be taken as ontologically exceptional.

That asymmetry has no neutral procedure. Taylor’s phenomenological posture can’t furnish one; he simply trusts the tradition.

This is reliance on pre-critical authority dressed in post-critical eloquence.


2. Taylor’s implicit move: “The few miracles anchor the horizon of meaning.”

What Taylor really argues—though he rarely admits the stakes outright—is that Christianity needs those supernatural events to remain live, because without them its narrative collapses into moral humanism with incense.

He does not defend these events with evidential rigour. He defends them because they sustain a metaphysical architecture he finds existentially compelling.

That’s not irrational, but it is non-discriminating. He has no filter for ruling out rival miracle traditions except the circular loyalty of belonging.


3. The historical problem no phenomenology can finesse

If the Resurrection happened, it is the one miracle in a vast human landscape of failed or fictitious miracles. Christians argue its interpretive power validates its facticity. Sceptics reply that interpretive power is manufactured by the community that already believes the fact.

Taylor is too sophisticated to fall for fundamentalist apologetics, but too devout to perform the Crossan-style purge. So he finesses the line:

  • Real, but not photographically real.
  • Historical, but not empirically historical.
  • Event, but not event-like.

This is, in effect, faith with an epistemic firewall: the miracles are safe because they sit in a zone where sceptical tools cannot reach.

Some might call it metaphysics; sharper minds might call it insulation.


4. The selective-scepticism charge stands

Your objection—that we have no principled method for distinguishing “the miracles we must believe” from “the miracles we dismiss”—is not one Taylor can dissolve.

He relies on:

  • communal testimony,
  • scriptural inheritance,
  • the coherence of the Christian story,
  • the lived phenomenology of faith,
  • and the impossibility (for him) of human fullness without transcendence.

None of these differentiate Christian miracles from the competing supernatural claims of every other civilisation.

It’s tradition as epistemic gatekeeper.


5. A more coherent theistic alternative

The only way to escape “faith by exception” is either:

a) Universal openness to the supernatural

Take miracles seriously across religions and cultures, not just in your own tradition. Very few Catholics want that door opened.

b) Strong metaphysical filtering

Adopt a rigorous metaphysics that explains why some divine actions are possible and most alleged ones are not. Aquinas tried this: miracles occur only when proportional to God’s salvific purpose. But that’s theological hindsight wearing philosophical clothing.

c) Or the honest modern stance

Admit the epistemic arbitrariness. “My faith rests on revelation and tradition; there is no neutral method to rank miracles.” This is more coherent than the phenomenological choreography.


6. Where this leaves Taylor

His Catholicism adds meaning; his phenomenology adds subtlety; his sociology adds depth. But none of these add epistemic discrimination.

So yes: his supernatural claims rest on a selective credulity defended by a metaphysics that becomes conveniently opaque precisely where the evidential pressure lands hardest.

That is not fatal to his project. Many intelligent believers live with that ambiguity. But it is precisely the point where the modern, buffered self raises an eyebrow and says: “Why these miracles, and not the rest?”

Taylor answers by changing the subject—from adjudication to interpretation, from historical fact to moral horizon.



Nigel: Perhaps Crossan and Vermes are where you end up if you are being consistently intellectually honest and tough-minded. Although even Crossan maintains a little metaphysical magic close to his chest. Arguably.

GPT5.1:

Crossan and Vermes are the intellectual end-point of a certain kind of integrity: the historian who refuses to let piety bully epistemology. Strip the sources, reconstruct the milieu, filter out the credulity of antiquity, and you get something like: charismatic Galilean holy man, dramatic execution, community-generated exaltation. It’s lean, austere, and—crucially—methodologically clean.

But as you note, even they can’t quite live with the purely naturalistic residue.

Vermes, for all his rigour, leaves Jesus with a haze of “holy man” charisma and hasidic power—just enough numinosity to keep the portrait from collapsing into secular biography. A psychological mystique remains, unacknowledged but operative.

Crossan, meanwhile, has the archaeologist’s trowel in one hand and a small amphora of metaphysical incense in the other. He insists on the non-miraculous Jesus, yet smuggles in “God as the grounding of non-violent justice,” a kind of ethical transcendence draped in Quaker mood-lighting. He won’t allow the Resurrection, yet he talks about “empowerment experiences” with an enthusiasm one usually associates with Californian workshop leaders in loose linen.

A purely naturalistic Jesus won’t preach; Crossan can’t quite bear that; so he leaves a gap—an ontological half-light—where “Kingdom of God” retains a metaphysical shimmer without ever cashing out in literal event. If Taylor is faith in phenomenological italics, Crossan is unbelief with a scented candle.

The problem is structural. If you push honesty to the limit, two endgames appear:

1. The fully demythologised position

Jesus as prophetic reformer; the Resurrection as communal metaphor; transcendence as ethical aspiration. This is Vermes at his steeliest, Crossan when he forgets his Celtic spirituality.

But the cost is enormous: the entire Christian kerygma becomes a sociological artefact. You gain consistency but lose the religion. The result is moral humanism wearing first-century costume.

2. The minimally supernatural residue

You permit just enough metaphysical leakage to keep the narrative from triviality—“something happened,” “the disciples encountered a power,” “God is the ground of their courage.” This is Crossan’s fallback and the reason you can almost hear him whispering: “I can’t be seen believing in miracles, but I can’t live without a little transcendence.”

It’s intellectually cleaner than Taylor’s position, but it’s still metaphysics by exception:

  • not the Resurrection, but something;
  • not divine intervention, but presence;
  • not miracle, but meaning with teeth.

Where does toughness really lead?

A genuinely tough-minded endpoint is either:

a) a pure historical account that refuses all supernatural claims and all pseudo-transcendence (Vermes-without-romance), or b) a metaphysical theism robust enough to take miracle-claims seriously without playing favourites (the clean re-enchanted alternative).

Crossan hovers halfway between. Tough-minded, but sentimental. Taylor hovers in the opposite half: metaphysically confident, but evasive at the evidential frontier.

You’re right: the fully consistent path is brutally narrow, and neither theologians nor historians like the cold wind that blows along it.



Nigel: So: no room in the universe for transcendence? Truly it is all particles and the relativistic quantum vacuum?

GPT5.1:

If you mean “room” in the physicist’s sense—an extra compartment hidden behind the Higgs field or a mezzanine tucked above the quantum vacuum—the answer is obviously no. Modern physics gives you a universe whose furniture is particles, fields, symmetries and a vacuum that seethes with the polite ferocity of quantum fluctuations. Nothing in that ontology leaves a gap labelled Insert Transcendence Here.

But that is the wrong architecture for the question.

The universe, as physics describes it, is a map. An extraordinarily powerful, experimentally sanctified map, but still a map: a grammar of regularities. It does not—and by construction cannot—speak to what reality means or whether consciousness, value, or purpose are accidental afterthoughts or fundamental features. Physics gives you the causal skeleton. It cannot tell you whether the skeleton is the whole creature or simply its bones.

A few decisive points:


1. “Particles-and-vacuum” is not a worldview; it’s an ontology of interactions.

Physics doesn’t tell you what exists in the strong metaphysical sense; it tells you what interacts under test conditions with detectors. It’s a book of invariants and operational definitions. Treating that as the whole of reality is an act of metaphysical bravado, not scientific inference.

You might choose to treat it as the whole show. Many do. But it is a choice.


2. Consciousness doesn’t fit cleanly into the particles-only story.

Even the hard naturalists admit this grudgingly. The subjective point of view—the fact that anything feels like something—has no location in quantum field theory. You can model neural correlates until the cows come home. You don’t get first-person experience out of excitatory potentials.

So one of two things follows:

  • either consciousness is an illusion (a philosophical dead end),
  • or the physical description is incomplete in kind, not merely in detail.

If the physical description is incomplete in kind, then transcendence—defined minimally as an aspect of reality not exhausted by physical description—is already in play.


3. Value is another fissure in the physicalist wall.

Your decision to protect your grandchildren, to visit Clare in hospital, to help your parish—the obligations that strike you as real—are not derivable from baryon number conservation or the Lagrangian density of the Standard Model.

If value is real, then the universe is not a closed causal machine. Something leaks in.


4. The universe may be causally closed, but metaphysically open.

Nothing in physics prohibits the possibility that the whole structure—particles, fields, vacuum—rests on deeper principles:

  • mathematical necessity,
  • Platonic structure,
  • modal constraints,
  • or a mind-like substrate (if you want to echo Schrödinger or Wigner).

Call it transcendence if you like. The name is less important than the fact that physics doesn’t rule it out and never will. Physics isn’t designed to speak that language.


5. The real intellectual choice is between two metaphysics:

A. Strict naturalism

Only the physical exists. Consciousness is an illusion or a misdescribed physical process. Value is a convenient fiction. Meaning is an evolutionary hack. The universe is indifferent and dead.

Or:

B. Minimal transcendence

The physical is real but not self-sufficient. Consciousness and value tell you something genuine about the architecture of reality. Meaning isn’t an error; it’s a clue. The universe is intelligible because it is rooted in something deeper than brute mechanism.

Taylor, Crossan, Vermes—all of them are negotiating this fork. Crossan wants A but cannot live without a diluted version of B; Taylor wants B but cannot defend it with A’s tools. Vermes is the closest to pure A, but even he leaves a footnote of mystery.

The truth is simpler: physics cannot adjudicate this debate, because the debate is about what physics cannot in principle describe.


So: is there room for transcendence?

If you mean “a supernatural layer wedged between quarks,” no. If you mean “a dimension of reality not captured by the physical description,” the only intellectually honest answer is: yes, and you already rely on it every time you think, value, or act.

The universe of particles and vacuum is real. But it is not enough. It is the grammar of the world—descriptive, elegant, indispensable—but grammar is not the meaning of the text.



Thursday, November 27, 2025

Worth Posting? - by Adam Carlton

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Just a little riff on a picture I once saw...


"I asked myself: what can I possibly write here that would be of interest in a decade's time?

"Certainly nothing involving scientific knowledge or technical observations: the AIs know more than me already.

"Also no book reviews: any works I comment upon will surely sediment in utter obscurity in just a few years.

"No comments, then, on contemporary political issues - those posturing tribal disputes will simply seem absurd.

"So this."


"I come into a room; she turns to face me with a look of such happiness - radiant, unpremeditated, with nothing held back.

"There was a time, once, when I was welcomed in just such a way."


Wednesday, November 26, 2025

New bucket list items


This picture was taken last year, but it may as well have been taken yesterday: I’ve re-joined the gym at Wells Leisure Centre. Their pricing policy went sharply skyward back in January 2025, making practice effectively unaffordable. However, a few days ago I took it up with the manager and we struck a deal, so I’m back after eleven months in the idle wilderness.

Muscle-memory did its job. The Cheng Man-ching 24-step Tai Chi form and the first four Heian kata of Shotokan have survived more or less intact. The Tai Chi sword form, however, has dissolved into glittering fragments. That will take a few days of deliberate reconstruction.

Cordoba C1M classical guitar

I rarely consult my bucket list (drafted ironically, naturally), but I’ve decided to master blues fingerpicking. In my guitar-playing teens and early university years I mostly strummed chords or played electric lead on my beloved Fender Stratocaster. Fingerpicking was something I admired from a safe distance; it wasn’t the music that set my blood moving. I may have toyed with the Rolling Stones classic, Angie, but I never realised I had to systematically train the fingers - and the thumb.

ChatGPT explained that fingerpicking is essentially piano by other means: different parts of the hand doing fundamentally different things at the same time, all of it needing to be drilled to automaticity. Fair enough. Repetition.

Then came the advisory note that you also need a decent guitar. My current instrument has a ludicrously high action and nylon strings that feel like barbed wire; my tortured fingertips forced abandonment. But now I remembered the effortless pleasure of my old Strat compared with the cheap box I’d dragged to Warwick: argument over.

And finally, here's the book GPT5.1 recommended.

Amazon

Tuesday, November 25, 2025

Should I sleep when I'm dead?

"Our sons never talk to you now, while you're still alive - what makes you think they'll have the least bit of interest in chatting to you after you're dead?"

Monday, November 24, 2025

Charles Murray's New-Found Religiosity - a conversation

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Nigel: It’s argued that Crossan and Vermes have produced a convincing historical and political-sociological account of how the Gospels were constructed. So compelling is their account that it seems literal belief in the virgin birth, resurrection, etc., requires abandoning rationality. So truly accepting these dogmas is simply a matter of blind faith.

So how would Murray deal with that critique?



GPT5.1: Murray begins from premises that bypass the Crossan–Vermes framework entirely. Their method assumes methodological naturalism: miracles are literary-theological constructs drawn from exegesis in a Jewish community culturally soaked in theology; Gospel texts are therefore community artefacts; early Christianity must be read sociologically.

Murray rejects this starting point. He treats the Gospels as forensic testimony: proximity to eyewitnesses, “undesigned coincidences,” and the resilience of resurrection belief.

Thus the disagreement is not about evidence but about what counts as admissible evidence. Murray would say that critical scholarship excludes the supernatural by methodological fiat. For him, literal belief is not irrational because the “anti-supernatural” rule is philosophical, not evidential.

He argues that the Gospels look like truthful reportage (multiple attestation, unflattering portraits of disciples, early resurrection belief). He also claims that fine-tuning, consciousness, and moral experience undermine confidence in strict naturalism and therefore make miracle “intellectually permissible.” The Resurrection becomes his central “historical puzzle,” supposedly resisting naturalistic explanation.

But the weakness is obvious: Crossan and Vermes offer a cumulative reconstruction—textual stratification, redaction history, political context, literary borrowing, sociological function in an enchanted world, the evolution of Christology. 

Murray answers with a lay apologetic—earnest texts, early dates, apparent coherence—without engaging critical-historical method itself. 

He treats the field as methodologically prejudiced. They treat his method as pre-critical. The clash is foundational: he thinks they start from the wrong metaphysics; they think he is not doing history (which he is not).

So his reply, in essence: literal belief remains rational because critical scholars artificially bracket the supernatural - this is apologetic historiography.

Your view: fundamentalist literal belief is not viable given the compelling contextual sociological-historical evidence.

His view: the evidence only looks that way because the supernatural has been excluded in advance.



Nigel: Fine-tuning in cosmology is just human aesthetics pointing to deeper physical simplicity. Invoking God as its cause explains nothing—it’s magical thinking, isn’t it?



GPT5.1: Fine-tuning describes a structural feature of our models—narrow parameter ranges for complexity—but it is not evidence for any particular metaphysics. It is compatible with brute fact, deeper physical necessity, multiverse selection, anthropic bias, cosmic evolution, simulation, or future unification. It is a puzzle, not an arrow.

God fine-tuned the constants” explains absolutely nothing. It swaps a handful of numbers for an unmodelled supernatural agent which is vastly more complex than the system being “explained.”

There is no mechanism, no predictive framework, and it fails the regress test: if improbable constants require explanation, an infinitely structured God requires infinitely more. Invoking necessity for God merely exempts the posited entity from the very demands used to motivate the argument.

Murray uses fine-tuning not as a proof but as a mood-shifter: a signal that materialism might be incomplete, making miracle “less absurd.” But this is not explanation; it is existential reassurance. It transforms unease into narrative closure.

By a technical definition, this is indeed magical thinking: invoking a hidden agent of maximal complexity to halt inquiry. Astonishment becomes ontology. Yet a future physical theory could dissolve the puzzle entirely.

So yes: God does no explanatory work here. It is an aesthetic projection onto a mathematical curiosity.



Nigel: Incidentally, Polkinghorne shows the same gullibility. Moving on: the ‘hard problem’ is baffling, but positing God-as-explanation again explains nothing. Why does Murray fall into these elementary errors?



GPT5.1: Murray’s shift is not intellectual but existential. Three forces converge: fatigue with secular bleakness, desire for moral grounding, and a need for narrative resolution. None of these are addressed by our age's secular naturalism, and all intensify with age.

His intellectual style contributes. As a social scientist he treats consciousness, fine-tuning, and Gospel narratives as “puzzles” to be weighed, not as conceptual problems requiring structural analysis.

This leads him to misread qualia as evidential anomalies, the Gospels as forensic testimony rather than theological constructions, and mathematical features of models as coded signals.

Emotionally, decades of writing about social fracture and inequality has generated for Murray a sense of civilisational claustrophobia. In that state of almost-despair, fine-tuning and consciousness feel like hints of a desperately-desired deeper meaning.

The hard problem becomes symbolic permission for a more “mind-like” metaphysics. Once that emotional gate opens, minimal theism becomes “reasonable enough,” and apologetic arguments are retro-fitted to justify a shift already made for psychologically existential reasons.

This is a very common late-life trajectory among secular intellectuals. Smart people do not convert because the arguments improve; they convert because the worldview they previously held becomes emotionally unsustainable. The explanation is psychological rather than philosophical, let alone scientific.