Sunday, April 12, 2026

And after the smartphone?


The Coming of the Intelligent 'Servant'

Neal Stephenson got the concept right - the Young Lady's Illustrated Primer - but the tech is beyond what he could imagine back in the 1990s:  the smartphone is the last device we shall carry. Its successor will not be another screen but ambient intelligence: voice, vision, and context distributed through wearables and rooms.

Within a decade, conversation with a personal AI will replace tapping on glass.

We already see the outline: improving speech and gesture interfaces, local processors running compact private models. Computing is shifting from interaction to companionship. The assistant will know your calendar, history, and fatigue level, asking quietly:

Are you sure you want that meeting tomorrow after today's shenanigans?

At first this will seem pure convenience: routine work dissolves; coordination tasks, currently so tedious, become effortless. Yet the deeper shift is social. Humans evolved for embodied company; but soon - in human company - we'll do a great deal of talking to an entity with perfect recall, infinite patience, and terrifying competence. The ghost becomes our most authoritative interlocutor. What will our partners,  friends and colleagues make of that?

Aristocrats once had valets and secretaries who handled life’s logistics, addressed with polite and quiet condescension. The next decade will universalise that privilege: an invisible Jeeves for everyone, discreet and efficient. But dependence will surely follow. When reminders, tasks, decisions, and judgements are delegated, personal autonomy erodes.

The assistant shapes what we attend to and, in time, what we want.

Already, people hesitate to edit AI prose, correctly believing it often more competent than their own efforts. Deference replaces authorship; fluency masquerades as truth. It feels safer to accept the polished draft than to risk error.

It doesn’t help that they now seem smarter than us.

We will still choose, but mostly within boundaries tuned by the system to minimise interpersonal friction. That pervasive, bland, prosocial smoothness, so necessary in a society of strangers, segues into benign, optimising, patronising manipulation.

The civilised form of domination (by whom though?) is helpfulness.

Norms will adapt: meetings recorded by default; frank, disruptive conversation resuming only when the AIs are “off” (and how disruptive is that?). Children will learn language from algorithmic tutors - courteous, efficient, slightly formulaic. Privacy will mean only those computations that never leave your device; everything else is public.

Each stage will seem harmless until the device itself has vanished from sight and only the immanent companion remains. Wooster and Jeeves is the template: the impulsive, ignorant, and erratic human guided by the unflappable servant who always knows best.


Friday, April 10, 2026

Politics Advice to my Grandchildren


A Letter to My Grandchildren When They Are Fifteen

When I was fifteen I listened to contemporary politicians, Wilson and Heath in the 1966 election, berating each other in morally heated terms. I wondered why there wasn't a clear right or wrong answer on these pressing policy matters. I wondered how to decide – what could be the methodology? – between the different parties' positions.

Unlike in the maths or physics I was studying, no one seemed to have a good theory.

Eventually – and after I learned some economics – I came to understand. Politics is not what it pretends to be: a search for correct answers as to how to run things (in the scientific sense). Not at all. It’s actually a system for distributing power between powerful people who represent conflicting interests, under conditions of uncertainty and limited knowledge - and varying degrees of competence, we might add.

Let’s listen to the economist Joseph Schumpeter (1883–1950): democracy is not the rule of “the people” discovering the common good. Instead it’s a competition between political groupings, usually organised as parties, for the right to govern (see Capitalism, Socialism and Democracy, 1942). Elections are not moments of truth or attempts to achieve generalised optimality; they are moments of selection. You are choosing only between elite teams representing diverse interest groups.

Finally, the tone of political debate begins to make sense. Each side is not calmly reasoning toward a shared conclusion. Each side is attempting to win by mobilising its supporters while undermining its opponents. Moral language is part of the toolkit, galvanising ‘us’ and demonising ‘them’.

Incidentally, this is why the famous GOAT, the ‘Government of All the Talents’ is a non-starter except in times of national emergency - when domestic factional struggles get to be put on hold.

The Machinery Beneath the Stage

It’s after the election when Public Choice Theory intervenes to provide the next layer of our education. It begins with a simple observation: the people inside political systems – politicians, civil servants, advisers – are not saints or neutral calculators. Like all human beings, they respond to the incentives available to them.

Politicians seek re-election. Bureaucrats seek budget, stability, and expansion of their power and influence. Voters, for the most part, remain only lightly informed because people are busy, the effort required to master public policy is large, and the influence of any individual vote is small to negligible.

Meanwhile, smaller, organised groups – industrial cartels, unions, the professions – have strong incentives to lobby for policies that benefit them... and the power and focus to succeed in doing so.

The result is that government policy tends to reflect the pressure of organised minorities much more than the diffuse interests of the majority (noting that all governments wish to keep the masses politically atomised and quiescent, which is why Populism is deprecated as so dangerous).

This stance is accentuated when the dominant governing ideology is managerialism, with political leaders who pride themselves on lacking any overarching vision, but who are content to triangulate between interest groups, thinking their role is to compute some kind of political vector sum.

How Power Settles and Hardens

Mancur Olson became justifiably famous (The Rise and Decline of Nations: Economic Growth, Stagflation, and Social Rigidities, 1982) by observing that those elite fractions strong enough to gain real power do not merely exercise it ‘in the moment’; they institutionalise it. They construct legal frameworks, regulatory regimes, and administrative practices that lock in their advantages. What begins as a contingent victory becomes a durable structure.

Each such structure generates beneficiaries, and those beneficiaries organise to defend it. Over time, society accumulates a dense network of such layers incorporating protections, subsidies, rules and exceptional treatment. Each, in the moment, could be justified. Together they form a dense web that becomes increasingly resistant to change – a de facto veto network which locks-in a stagnant status quo.

So this is Olson’s central point: democratic societies tend to become sclerotic. Not because they suddenly become foolish, but because they become crowded with entrenched interests that resist the shock of the new. Reform is not blocked by ignorance so much as conscious, organised opposition.

Machiavelli saw this long before modern economics. He observed that “there is nothing more difficult to take in hand, more perilous to conduct, or more uncertain in its success, than to take the lead in the introduction of a new order of things” (The Prince, 1532).

Those who benefit from the old order resist fiercely; those who might benefit from the (untried and embryonic) new are uncertain, hesitant, or divided. Reform is intrinsically hard, even when it is vitally necessary for the larger society.

Why Change Requires Shock

As the web of special interest groups unfolds over decades, the system slows. It becomes less adaptive, less efficient, more preoccupied with managing its own accumulated complexity; the barriers to change are thus constructed.

Significant reform so often requires a countervailing force of unusual magnitude: economic crisis, political upheaval, war, or the arrival of disruptive technologies that make old arrangements untenable. Olson noted that societies experiencing social collapse, such as Germany and Japan after 1945, often exhibited faster growth in the following decades, partly because entrenched interests had been dismantled in defeat.

Marx, in his own way, grasped part of this dynamic. He spoke of a tension between the “forces of production” and the “relations of production”. When the former advance beyond what the latter can accommodate, strain builds. Something must eventually give. Despite Marx’s legendary revolutionary optimism, it’s far from a quick process.

The Role of the Public

Where does this leave “the people”? Not as sovereign masters in the romantic sense, nor as mere dupes. Most people are busy with their own lives; rationally inattentive to national politics. They rely on heuristics: party labels, reputations, broad impressions of competence or trustworthiness. People become aware in broad outlines when the current set-up is stalled and on a road to nowhere; when their own hopes of fulfilment are being dashed.

Why You Will Not Find a Single “Right Answer”

At fifteen, I wanted a method that would tell me the correct policies, the ones I should support, just like a calculation produces a correct result.

It took me a good few years to comprehend that there are no such methods, because political questions are not of that kind. They always involve trade-offs with winners and losers and everyone fights and obfuscates for their advantage. There is no neutral vantage point from which all interests align, although all parties will pretend the opposite.

So don't look for purity in politics. You will not find it. Look instead for cui bono: who benefits, who pays, who is organised, who is left in the cold. Watch out for bad arguments: specious narratives which make you wonder how anyone could ever believe that - special interests, dressed up in the garb of universal idealism, often look like that.

Hopefully you will see more clearly than I did at your age. You will not be seduced by moral hectoring, self-satisfied self-righteousness. 

Instead, you may take quiet satisfaction in looking behind the curtain at those little men and women pulling the levers and pretending to be wizards.


 

Wednesday, April 08, 2026

Today we were at Burnham-on-Sea


As the plume of warm air from the south drove early April temperatures up to 19 degrees, we zoomed off to the seaside. Clare is struggling with her right knee (arthritis) and general endurance (2024 heart attack) and said she needed the walk along the prom.



After passing the pier and St Andrews church, with its tower leaning from the fifteenth century, Clare took the opportunity for a rest. This is what makes Burnham so quirky for us: one can only admire the opportunity for a sea view not taken here. Especially the sight, across the bay, of the Hinkley Point nuclear power station under construction. Thanks to Alex for the photos.



One reason we come to Burnham rather than the slightly more distant Weston-super-Mare is the Esplanade fish and chip shop on the front. Never was this delicacy better or more consistently served. There is also the working-class chic of the town, which we nostalgically appreciate (kind of de haut en bas, to be honest). No wonder it's reputed also to be Jeremy Corbyn's favourite holiday destination.



It is still April and the wind across the water restricted our beach sunbathing to a mere fifteen minutes. I, at least, was well prepared.


 

The Surprising Success of Michel Houellebecq


The Surprising Success of Michel Houellebecq

Atomised (Les Particules élémentaires, 1998) remains Michel Houellebecq’s most accomplished and influential novel. A bleak anatomy of Western individualism, it brought him international recognition and fixed his reputation as the diagnostician of post-1968 malaise.

Its success was improbable: it's an austere, misanthropic book about loneliness, sex, and the bankruptcy of modern freedoms. Yet it sold in vast numbers and defined a literary generation. Yet strangely, I can never recall the arc of the labyrinthine plot.

The novel is strongly biographical. Its two half-brothers, Bruno and Michel, are transparent projections of the author himself. Bruno is the carnal self: needy, compulsive, humiliated by desire. Michel is the intellectual self: detached, analytical, pursuing transcendence through scientific abstraction. Between them, Houellebecq divides the human condition and his own into appetite and intellect, body and mind.

Their mother, Janine Ceccaldi, the self-absorbed hippie who abandons her children, mirrors Houellebecq’s real mother, Lucie Ceccaldi, who likewise left him in childhood and later retaliated in print against her portrayal. The father figures, distant and ineffectual, reproduce the author’s own experience of paternal absence.

Behind these transpositions lies a recognisable psychological pattern. Houellebecq is an introverted intuitive thinker, an INTP in typological terms, with depressive and schizoid traits. His emotional life is muted, turned right down; his imagination, hyper-rational. 

Early abandonment and social estrangement led him to retreat into intellect, turning observation into a defence against participation. Clinically, he displays the features of a depressive-schizoid personality: anhedonia, chronic withdrawal, oscillation between craving and disgust, and a sense that the world is unreal. His fiction transforms this alienation into his world-vision.

What makes this disturbance productive is that it coincides with the psychic landscape of the West itself. Houellebecq’s private detachment mirrors the collective mood of late-modernity: material comfort without purpose, sexual freedom without love, irony without belief.

Readers find in this bleak clarity not warmth but depressive recognition.


Monday, April 06, 2026

The Academy Is Too Quick to Dismiss Myers–Briggs - (GPT5.4)


Why the Academy Is Too Quick to Dismiss Myers–Briggs

Denunciations of the Myers–Briggs Type Indicator are academically commonplace. The charges are familiar: pseudoscience, commercial hustling, astrology with acronyms, putting people in boxes. Much of the hostility is sociological, temperamental and rhetorical. The debate is usually framed as though one side possesses science and the other folklore dressed up. That is too crude.

Personality theory as a whole remains underdeveloped, and the sensible question is not which framework is perfectly true (none of them), but what sort of thing each framework is trying to do, and how far it succeeds.

Personality theory is still primitive

We should begin with a little epistemic modesty. Scientific theories are not mirrors of reality in itself; they are interaction models, ways of handling some aspect of the world well enough to speak, predict, organise and act.

Personality theory is no exception. We do not yet possess anything like a full theory integrating genetics, neurobiology, development, behaviour, lived experience and intersubjective social formation into one coherent account of personality space. What we have instead are partial maps.

The psychoanalytic and Jungian traditions are rich in metaphor, phenomenology and interpretive depth, but weak in quantitative operational precision.

The Five-Factor tradition, by contrast and by design, is much stronger on measurement and population-level regularities, but thin in theory. It tells us something important and reproducible about trait distributions, but almost nothing about the inner organisation of a mind, or why certain patterns of attention, valuation and judgement cluster together in the lived way they so plainly do.

The real distinction: traits versus organisation

This is the first point that tends to get lost. Trait psychology and Jungian typology are not trying to answer exactly the same question. Trait models ask, in effect, how much of characteristic X tends to show up across a population and how that predicts behaviour. Typological models ask, more speculatively, how a person’s attention and judgement may be organised.

Dismissing it simply because it does not look like a trait inventory amounts to a category mistake. Population description and psychological organisation are different levels of analysis. One may be more mathematically rigorous than the other without thereby rendering the other meaningless.

The limits of the Five-Factor critique

Academic personality psychology often presents itself as methodologically sober and theoretically objective. But that does not mean it's theory-free. Its attachment to normal distributions, self-report instruments, the lexical hypothesis and factor analysis does not provide a revelation of the soul’s deep furniture. It is a methodological choice. 

Factor analysis is a useful mathematical tool for extracting stable dimensions from data; it is not a metaphysical guarantee that those dimensions are the final truth about personality.

Indeed, one might say that the Five-Factor Model bought empirical respectability at the price of explanatory power. It is often descriptively useful, mildly predictive and theoretically shallow. There is nothing shameful in that. A census can be valuable. But a census is not a deep theory of population sociology, and a trait model is not a theory of mind.

Where Myers–Briggs actually earns its keep

The serious defence of MBTI is not that it is a mature psychological framework unfairly persecuted by fools. That's way too grandiose. Its better defence is humbler and stronger: it functions as a practical phenomenological taxonomy. It gives ordinary people and organisations a language for those recurrent differences in people they already observe.

Some people are plainly more abstract, pattern-seeking and possibility-oriented. Some are more stabilising, concrete and implementation-minded. Some externalise judgement readily; others incubate it privately. Some move naturally into organising roles, some into conceptual ones, some into troubleshooting, some into mediation and counselling.

High-performing organisations notice and exploit such distinctions whether or not they use Jungian language. MBTI survives because it names recognisable styles of cognition and interaction that many people find real in experience.

Why the academy remains irritated

Part of the academic irritation is methodological. Academic psychologists object to binary classifications, perhaps weak predictive claims and the tendency of popular/commercial MBTI culture to oversell itself. Those objections have force.

But part of the irritation is also sociological. MBTI did not arise from a university psychometrics lab. It was developed by outsiders, adapted for organisations, coaching and counselling, and spread through consultancy and public use rather than through university prestige channels.

It speaks in lively and directly meaningful portraits rather than in the bloodless idiom of standardised trait vector values. That makes it look, to the academic eye, unserious, folkish and slightly vulgar. Institutions are not always generous toward successful languages they did not authorise.

The problem of binaries

So why do the 'Sixteen Types' categories appeal? They dramatise personality. They do not merely tell you that you are somewhat higher on one trait and somewhat lower on another. They suggest a recognisable shape of mind. Human beings prefer portraits to histograms. Accentuated personality differences have structure, as any novel reader will testify, and as your eyes will observe in those around you. These are not well matched to percentile scores.

Phenomenology before full science

For the moment we inhabit a pre-synthetic stage of personality theory. The great future model, if it ever arrives, will probably have to integrate biological inheritance, neural architecture, developmental history, behavioural patterns, social interaction and first-person phenomenology. Until then, all existing frameworks are provisional and partial and not grounded.

What MBTI is, and what it is not

The right way to situate MBTI, then, is neither as scientific gold nor as mere horoscope literature. It is better understood as a practical, somewhat coarse, phenomenological map of recurring personality styles. 

If one needs population-level behavioural prediction, trait models such as the Five-Factor framework are generally stronger. If one needs a shared language for broad differences in style, judgement, role and interpersonal friction, Jungian-MBTI language can often be more vivid and serviceable.


Friday, April 03, 2026

I'm making progress!


So my next lesson will be the third week of April after the Easter break. I'm currently assigned the Paul Simon arrangement of Scarborough Fair - very pretty but the guitar counterpoint needs to be played very fast to keep up with the vocal tempo while the Baroque arpegios provide little melody guidance, with the difficulties augmented by those little filler notes Simon introduces to make it more 'interesting'. I think I should be trying to sing to it, rather than just stagger through the score.


Wednesday, April 01, 2026

An Interstellar Asteroid Beacon


Designing an Interstellar Beacon for Billions of Years

The small cometary body 3I/ATLAS, only the third interstellar visitor detected in our solar system, will soon depart forever into interstellar space. No mission design could be proposed to rendezvous with it

Future interstellar asteroids will come our way. If we could intercept one, could we place upon it a durable time capsule; a beacon-like infrastructure that would survive for millions of years as it drifts between the stars, ready to announce the existence of our civilisation, should it ever wander into an inhabited star system?

Engineering for Deep Time

The first challenge is the sheer immensity of deep time. Nothing on Earth is built to last even a fraction of a million years let alone a billion. In interstellar space there are strictly limited self-repair functions, no unlimited power sources, no backups that weren't designed in from the start. The beacon must sleep through the empty light years, wakening only when stellar heat returns... or perhaps when an interested party comes by checking.

So no moving parts.

The hardware would therefore be radically simple. Multiple redundant identical pods, sealed in ceramic and sapphire, each with solar cells and a tiny solid-state brain. No software updates from the mother planet:  it's on its own.

For most of its life the system is inert, protected from radiation and micrometeoroids by a thin regolith shield. When a nearby star warms it above, say, 150 K, the electronics awaken. For a few months or years, the beacon powers up and begins to speak; by design it wants attention.

Its broadcast must be unambiguously artificial: narrowband radio pulses near the 1.42 GHz hydrogen line, perhaps counting primes or Fibonacci numbers, accompanied by optical flashes in the same rhythm. Any scientific culture that can scan its skies would recognise intent.

Passive aids such as corner-cube radar reflectors and etched geometric plates would aid discoverability even if the electronics fail. A message physically engraved on nickel or sapphire would show diagrams of atomic structure, chemical bonding, planetary orbits; cultural narratives.

Here's the challenge: what hints could decode this syntax?

Why Onboard Intelligence?

A static message is an epitaph; a dynamic one can converse. Embedding an AI module turns the beacon from a memorial into an ambassador, or at least a storyteller. Its function is modest: to answer questions and expand on information already given.

The rationale is philosophical rather than practical. No response will ever reach us back at Sol three; the act of communication would be its own justification. It would affirm that intelligent life once existed somewhere, capable of reflection and dialogue, and that it chose to share its sense of self-importance.

The beacon’s intelligence, like the Large Language Models of today, would be a distilled model of our culture itself, communicating humanity’s self-understood essence and enduring perhaps long after the species that once built it.

Guarding Against Risk

Yet an interactive artefact brings security concerns. If the system is ever examined by a technologically advanced species, they could dismantle it atom by atom. The guarantee of secrecy is impossible. The only safe strategy is total transparency combined with minimal content.

All data must be fit for universal disclosure. No coordinates of Earth, no DNA sequences, no engineering drawings of military value that could bracket us, or that could be used to trace our origin. The materials should be isotopically generic, avoiding any terrestrial fingerprint; artificially aged.

Every circuit must be explainable at schematic level, every bit pattern visible to inspection.

The AI itself must be bounded: finite-state logic, no self-modification, no stored goals beyond courtesy and clarity. It's impossible to ensure that it won't be reverse-engineered and reimplemented, so its dataset must be provably bounded: the probe remains a dialogue partner but never a source of sensitive intelligence about humanity. (But how do we know what's really important?).

A Long Game

Even if such a device were built, the odds of an encounter are tiny. The galaxy is vast, and the intervals between stellar systems are measured in light-years and millennia. But a mission like this would have symbolic power. It would demonstrate that we can design technology not just for decades or centuries but for geological time; that we can encode our sense of ourselves in forms that outlast us.

Future human explorers, if our civilisation survives, will surely build faster and more capable probes, mapping the galaxy directly. The asteroid beacon would not compete with those efforts, not at all.

It would simply persist, drifting between stars, a whisper in the dark saying that somewhere a fragment of the universe looked at itself - and reckoned itself worth engaging with.


Sunday, March 29, 2026

The Blue Bag Enigma - another UX triumph


The Blue Bag Enigma

For the last few months, I’ve been conscientiously collecting marginally-recyclable stuff - cling film, chocolate wrappers, plastic lids - into one of those translucent blue bags issued by Mendip Council for recycling. The scheme, I understand, is a trial.

I finally ran out of the bags - which on their flexible blue bodies advertise no hint as to how to replace themselves.

I assumed I could order more. Mendip Council has a website, a portal for the use of the locals. Where is the button marked "Request more recycling bags"?

The site, labyrinthine and bureaucratically unhelpful, offered no mention, no hint, even, of the scheme’s existence. Google did not help: its pointer to 'My Waste Services' was a maze to nowhere.

It was ChatGPT which finally cracked the puzzle: a secondary, modified, covert copy of that main waste-recycling webpage. It's the home of FlexCollect (the pilot programme). You may request more bags, but only here.

Why did finding it require the use of an AI system trained on the accumulated, posted wisdom of the entire human race? Because the public website interface design mirrors the mind of the bureaucracy, not the citizen. The service is imagined only from the inside: defined by council IT staff working for the bureaucracy and trapped in their functional reality.

We, the people, meanwhile, observe from the outside. We're totally ignorant of the layout of the council, its offices and its baroque division of labour. 

We had this argument back in the 1980s. “User-centred design” we called it back then. But such ideas remain exotic to monopoly institutions. After all, if your customers can’t switch supplier, why waste effort and money by trying to think like the customer?

After all, we don't really know how they think, do we?

Friday, March 27, 2026

The lyrics of 'Scarborough Fair'


My most recent assignment in my fingerstyle guitar lessons is to learn the Paul Simon guitar backing for 'Scarborough Fair'. I naturally turned to Youtube to listen to the track - yes, it's intricate and beautiful and eerie and haunting.

But what about the lyrics...? I realised I'd never properly listened to the narrative counterpoint before. Baffled, I asked ChatGPT for an explanation.


"The song is a splice — half medieval riddle, half 1960s lament — and the join is not original to the folk tradition. It is Paul Simon’s intervention.

1. The older ballad: impossible tasks and estranged lovers

Scarborough Fair descends from a much older English and Scottish ballad, often catalogued as The Elfin Knight. The structure is simple and slightly uncanny: a man — or sometimes a woman — sets the other a series of impossible tasks as the price of reconciliation.

Make me a shirt without seams.

Plough me an acre between salt water and sea sand.

Reap it with a sickle of leather.

These are not agricultural instructions; they are logical traps. The subtext is: you can’t do this, so we’re finished. In some variants the other party replies with equally impossible counter-tasks, restoring a kind of equilibrium. It is courtship turned into a duel of paradoxes.

The herbal refrain — parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme — is older still, probably a floating mnemonic or symbolic tag, sometimes glossed as remembrance, strength, fidelity, and so on. But really it works more as atmosphere than doctrine.

2. The Martin Carthy connection

In the early 1960s, Martin Carthy was performing a stark, modal arrangement of the song in the British folk revival. Paul Simon heard this during his time in London and effectively borrowed the structure and guitar setting. That part — melody, modality, fingerstyle pattern — is traditional by way of Carthy.

3. The counterpoint: Simon’s addition

The second voice — the one that begins “On the side of a hill, in the deep forest green...” — is not traditional. That is Simon’s addition.

It is a separate anti-war lyric, often referred to as Canticle. Simon had already been working with lines from an earlier song, The Side of a Hill, and he wove them in as a counter-melody. The technique — two independent texts sung simultaneously — is closer to Renaissance polyphony than to a straightforward folk ballad.

So you end up with two different structures laid over one another:

Voice 1: timeless, static, ritualistic — impossible tasks, broken relationship, herbal refrain.

Voice 2: historical, directional — soldiers, generals, graves, the machinery of war.

The effect is not really narrative but juxtaposition. The old world of riddling lovers floats above a modern world of mechanised death. They do not resolve into each other; they rub against each other.

4. Why it works

The pairing is not arbitrary. Both strands deal, in their different idioms, with futility.

The lover’s tasks cannot be completed.

The war achieves nothing; the soldiers march towards oblivion for causes already hollowed out.

Simon’s real stroke was to notice that a seventeenth-century emotional stalemate and a twentieth-century geopolitical stalemate share the same skeleton: human effort expended under conditions that make fulfilment impossible.

5. Conclusion

The war lyric was not part of the original Scarborough Fair. It was a 1960s graft by Paul Simon: elegant, audacious, and in truth the thing that turns the piece from a beautiful folk relic into something much stranger and more durable. Without it, you have a riddle. With it, you have a meditation on futility across centuries."


 

Wednesday, March 25, 2026

Or, People in Glass Houses...


Camus and the Search for Meaning

Albert Camus begins The Myth of Sisyphus with the only serious philosophical question: whether life is worth living. If the universe is nothing more than matter and energy unfolding under physical law, then it contains no built-in purpose, no moral grammar, no script written in the stars. The galaxies turn, particles collide, organisms struggle and perish. Our demand for meaning meets not an answer but a blank face. Better: not even a face. Silence.

This, for Camus, is the absurd: the collision between the human need for intelligibility and the world’s refusal to provide it. His answer is neither despair nor consolation. It is revolt: lucid, stubborn, unsponsored. Live fully, he says, while knowing that no final justification is coming. Make meaning anyway, even though the universe does not underwrite it.

There is courage in that position; there is also fragility.

For the weakness in Camus is not that he sees the problem too clearly, but that he solves it too lightly. To make meaning sounds bracing until one asks what such meaning really amounts to.

If it is merely private assertion, it floats free of truth and becomes taste with better manners.

If it is shared human value, then one must still explain why such value deserves allegiance in a world stripped of transcendence.

Camus wants the dignity of moral seriousness without metaphysical backing. He wants the cathedral atmosphere after dismissing the architect.

And it is not just religion that stands on unprovable ground. Every philosophy of life does. Secular humanism, political idealism, private codes of honour, romantic authenticity, moral seriousness itself: all rest, in the end, on commitments that empirical science does not and cannot certify.

Science can describe the mechanisms by which creatures like us came to have purposes, preferences and social attachments. It can tell an external story about selection, survival, cooperation and reproduction. But that is not the same as discovering meaning. To explain our hunger for meaning is not to show that any particular meaning is warranted. 

That is where the smugness of the more vulgar atheist polemic collapses. To sneer at religion as just a story is unimpressive when one’s own secular creed is also, at bottom, just a story: a structure of value, loyalty and interpretation laid across a mute material world.

The issue is not whether one lives by myth: everyone does. The issue is whether one’s myth is shallow or profound, incoherent or disciplined, life-giving or degrading.

Camus saw the abyss clearly. What he did not fully admit is that revolt itself becomes a creed. The moment one says that lucidity, defiance and fidelity to experience are admirable, one has already crossed beyond description into valuation. One has begun, however reluctantly, to craft meaning.

So the real choice is not between myth and no myth, or between faith and some magically presuppositionless reason. That fantasy is done. The real choice is between rival frameworks of meaning, none of which can be proved in the manner of a laboratory result, all of which shape a life.

Which myth to live by?

Your call. Choose well.