I’m afraid I’m going to have to go into the archives and fish out an old post for this week’s update. I’m not happy about it, but I came down with a sinus infection and was sick as a dog for a solid week. There was some stuff in the pipeline, but none could have been wrapped up and whipped into shape in time, and I don’t want to start reneging on my weekly update schedule just yet.
So—here’s something from last July. (I made some minor changes because I’m incapable of leaving well enough alone.)
Where is the end of them, the fishermen sailing
Into the wind’s tail, where the fog cowers?
We cannot think of a time that is oceanless
Or of an ocean not littered with wastage
Or of a future that is not liable
Like the past, to have no destination.
—T.S. Eliot, “The Dry Salvages” (1943)
The United States’ Evangelical Christians are a cohort in decline, and only the kookiest of them habitually scrutinize Israeli politics for signals of the Rapture. The vulgar fashionability of Nostradamus peaked in the 1990s, and at this point we’re all fairly certain the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar did not, in fact, apprise us of the Earth’s expiration date and/or the dawn of The New Age.
And yet, prophecy hasn’t been discredited and is far from dead. Chiliasm and apocalypticism are a pair of bats too stubbornly lodged in the belfry of Western consciousness to be shooed out by a sequence of ideological paradigm shifts. We persist in believing that history must arrive at a culmination, and we can know in advance what it will look like. The march of centuries have only changed our methods of augury and our relation to whatever future we suppose is preordained.
We probably wouldn’t be mistaken in guessing at the obvious and calling this tendency a vestige of Christian belief that survived the centuries-long epoch of religiosity. After all, the pagan cultures situated west of the Caucasus generally shared an overarching idea of time extrapolated from the cyclical character of the seasons, the phases of the moon, procreation and aging, and so on. The Abrahamic religions, on the other hand, are all certain of a final climax and a forever afterparty. In this view, history has a known beginning, an additive middle, and a prescribed end.1 Such an overarching and deeply ingrained habit of thought is a hard one for a culture to break.
The first Christians retained the Jewish conception of the end of days: war and tribulation, the breaking of the world, the coming of the messiah, the punishment of the guilty, and the creation of a new heaven and a new Earth where vicious animals lose their fangs, disease and famine are eradicated, and all nations become willing tributaries of Israel under the messiah’s rule. Once the hope of a dominated and persecuted minority who would inherit the Earth through patience and persistence, the prophecies of a New Jerusalem and an imminent end of days had to be reconsidered after the conversion of Constantine and the realignment of the church vis-à-vis the Roman Empire. By the fourth century CE, Augustine of Hippo encouraged readings of the Book of Revelation not as a forecast of political events inaugurating a future age, but as an allegory for spiritual struggle. The empire had no use for doomsayers with a morbid interest in the end of Roman dominion.
Christendom’s prevailing intellectual mood during the late medieval period (roughly a thousand years later) was one of pessimism: war and plague fueled belief in a dying world, an implacably angry deity, and the worthlessness and depravity of humanity. Against this background, Martin Luther and his followers revived the practice of reading John’s Apocalypse as a coded atlas of history, with the new assertion that some of its prophecies had already come to pass. Satan had been bound for a thousand years, and now he’s out. The antichrist is the papacy. Everyone’s a miserable sinner and the worst is yet to come. Rivers of ink were spilled in argumentation about which historical events had corresponded or would correspond to which of Saint John’s symbols, as different interpretations placed humanity at different increments of the process towards the dissolution and remaking of the world.
While the churchmen preached of rot and sin and hell, Galileo peered at the rings of Saturn and the Jovian moons through his little telescope. Brahe drew up his star charts. Newton and Leibniz crunched their numbers. Descartes, Locke, and Bacon, et al. published their treatises. The scientific revolution and the Enlightenment germinated a counter-narrative against Renaissance pessimism—a narrative whose first proponents were apt to bristle at the idea that they were undermining Church doctrine. By the eighteenth century, influential churchmen were caught up in a current of optimism stirred by scientific, philosophical, and technological advances. Some espoused theories of upwards progress against the conception of continuous post-Edenic degeneration, a renewal effectuated by a Providence operating through “secondary” material agents.
By the nineteenth century, one could, without risking his life and liberty, apply Ockham’s razor to the phenomenon of social and technological progress. God, Providence, and any other supernatural agents were increasingly detached from the mechanism of history, leaving a secular faith in unilinear evolution effectuated by the operations of natural law.
Enter Karl Marx, a former Young Hegelian swept up in the pan-European revolutionary fervor that would reach its anticlimax in 1848. His ideas about the material operations of history evolved throughout his life, as did the terminology with which he referred to its active agents—but the outcome of the process was never in doubt:
Centralization of the means of production and socialization of labour [will] at last reach a point where they become incompatible with their capitalist integument...The knell of capitalist private property sounds. The expropriators are expropriated.
Marx was right more often than he was wrong. He clarified the functional relations in the capitalist system of organization with Newtonian lucidity. Most of his observations still hold: look at that rate of profit falling! But there were obviously events which his arithmetic failed to anticipate: the rise of the service sector and its position vis-à-vis the realization of surplus value, the increase of real wages in the late nineteenth century, and so on. All of this can be accounted for within a Marxian framework—but it does call into question the granularity of the framework's predictive power.
Moreover, we can’t deny that Marx sometimes reasoned backward in order to justify a locked-in conclusion. He meticulously identified the inner workings of a history destined to culminate with the overthrow of the bourgeoisie and the instatement of global communism: “the fall [of the bourgeoisie] and the victory of the proletariat are equally inevitable.”
Marx’s eponymous followers have always asserted that they deal in science, not millenarian mummery—“Marxism is a scientific system, a scientific outlook and scientific practice, and for this reason alone cannot be stupidly ‘compared’ to the prophets of Judaea to the mediaeval Taborites, etc., with their corresponding eschatologies,” Nikolai Bukharin wrote in 1933—but the leap from a socioeconomic anatomy of nineteenth-century industrial capitalism to a doctrine maintaining the inevitability of global communism is one of faith, not science.
In his Critique of Cynical Reason, Peter Sloterdjik finds fault with Marxian dialectics for its tendency to sneak out of its rationalist fortifications and enter into ontology. World processes may be analogized to a rational dispute, enacted through material social processes rather than dialogue between partisans. The closeness with which reason conforms to reality depends not only on the accuracy with which the thinker identifies the active agents, their relations, and operations in the world-process, but also on the extraneousness of every other variable (or their safe containment within the specified operands), and on the determinate behavior of the whole operation as a massive but close-ended algorithm. Creating a model with complete fidelity to fact surpasses anyone’s means, and the Marxist error is to forget about or ignore that.2
Sloterdijk finds a deviousness stealing into Marxist discourse through through a sleight of hand in the dialogic metaphore. Plato imagined that in a debate between two men, both arguing in good faith on behalf of opposed propositions, each disputant gives ground to the other until they finally reach a consensus that more closely approaches the real truth of the matter than did either of their original premises. Hegel recast the Platonic interlocutors as events in the world; Marx converted Hegel's idealist dialectics into material processes, taking the “world spirit” out of the game.
In the Socratic dialogues, the proposition usually arrived at is the one closest to the one advocated by Plato’s sock puppet Socrates. So too is it with most medieval and early modern composers of dialogues, such as Galileo (for example). The savvy lawyer knows to never ask a question to which he doesn’t already know the answer; so does the author who simulates a dialogue in order to persuade the reader of a viewpoint of which he himself was never in doubt.
Sloterdjik sums up:
“When two people quarrel, the third is glad.” Through an interpretive unfolding of this saying, the polemic meaning of dialectics can be grasped. In the struggled with each other, the first and second parties consume their powers—when they are approximately the equal of the other—so that an additional third party could subjugate both with little trouble. In the dialectical dialogue we find no third party but rather only two partners who, as far as possible, work over each other…If both are skilled polemicists, it will not be impossible for them not only to defend a position that has been thought through and worked out, but even to make an offensive advance against the adversary. However, the picture is suddenly altered when the first party not only goes to battle as a competent polemicist but tries to be polemicus and arbiter simultaneously. That is precisely the dialectician.
Sloterdjik wonders: is the reasoning of dialectical materialism the objective science of history, as orthodox Marxists advertise, or is it merely polemic in disguise—the victor’s synopsis of affairs, composed in advance? After all, in the Marxist’s dialectical-materialist conception of history, the functions of capitalism are understood to undermine their own grounds in precisely such a way as to ensure the system’s replacement by precisely the sort of society that nineteenth-century socialists wished to see. Between the pair of irreconcilable but simultaneously existing “moments,” the one to be sublated and digested by the other has been identified in advance; the prescribed outcome of the process is not to be doubted.
Recounting Louis Althusser’s crisis of faith in communism, Sloterdjik posits that the “epistemological break” the French philosopher claimed to have discovered in Marx had its fault line in The German Ideology:
There begins a tendency in Marx’s thinking to chain oneself...to the process of historical development, in the belief of being able not only to recognize the development but also to direct it. Marx’s theory sets its hope on domination by conceiving of the subject of the theory as a function of development. Through self-reification it believes it can achieve a mastery of history. By making itself into an instrument of a purported future, it believes it can make the future into its own tool.
If we accept Sloterdjik’s reasoning, this represents an evolution in Western chiliasm. It arrogates to Man an executive role in the coming millennium, and gives license to the revolution to behave like a time traveler in a comic book, taking pains to make sure the past comports with the future he knows—even if entails jump-starting history, accepting as sacrifices “the millions who lost their lives without knowing exactly what they had to do with this revolution” (Sloterdjik again).
Martin Luther and the pessimistic churchmen of the Reformation searched for codes in the inerrant Bible and interrogated history and current events in search of a future that had been composed over a millennium ago. Perhaps they could flaunt the founder of their religion by guessing the day and the hour when the estate of the world would be overthrown, but they didn’t presume to goad the deity into throwing the switch. Sloterdijk (fairly or unfairly) reproves Marx and his followers for not only purporting to develop a totalizing theory of history in which they name themselves as the final victors, but for the doublethink informing their bid to “be the prophet and the fulfiller one,” as Ahab raved in Moby-Dick. (That's more than ye, ye great gods, ever were.)
Marx’s social and economic theories remain invaluable and prescient, but his prophecies (and that’s what they are) have not aged altogether well. As liberals and anarcho-capitalist types gleefully point out, capitalism has been supposedly teetering on the brink for longer than a century and a half. Some left-learning economists have been voicing suspicions that capitalism has reached a different inflection point than Marx predicted, and is presently acting as the substrate for an emergent order of techno-feudalism. I’m more inclined to wonder if the fatal contradictions we should have been watching all along are those between the metabolic processes of global capitalism and civilization’s dependence on healthy soil, potable water, and a stable climate.
Unless we’re considering the intellectual influence of Marx-influenced theoreticians bunched under the umbrella of “critical theory,” Marxism proper has run out of steam in the West. The true believers within the Anglosphere’s anemic left are loping around wondering how many more seals must be opened before the landlords and financiers are cast into the lake of fire. Mainstream conservativism is, as ever, looking backwards rather than forward. So too are most of the cultural progressives among the liberals (though it’s impolitic to say so). On the other hand, the QAnon crowd exhibits a bizarre form of crypto-Christo chiliasm, piggybacking on the Evangelical preoccupation with the End Times and transmogrifying the obscure imagery and cosmic drama of the Book of Revelation into a narrative of national redemption—if not under Trump, then definitely under God.
It would seem that secular theories of the millennium as the natural, ineluctable end result of material process are dead in the United States—unless we look to the intellectuals of Silicon Valley. Ironically, the strongest contemporary current of materialist chiliasm is driven mainly by libertarian futurists who either repudiate or ignore Marx, and definitely aren’t interested in old-time religion.
The Silicon Valley utopians maintain that the one-way arrow of progress ends with the Singularity. There will come a time, they say, sooner than later, when humanity and its technology are corporeally merged, followed by the disintegration of humanity into the machine. There’s talk of immortality, bodyswapping and brainboosting, and AI-guided nanobots assembling the necessities for life on the molecular level. Evangelists like Ray Kurzweil speak of the Singularity with as much enthusiasm and assuredness as Paul writing about the imminence of Christ’s return and the Kingdom of God—and claim the data makes their predictions indisputable.
If we’re reluctant to ascribe to Marx and the communist revolutionaries the cynicism of which they stand accused by Sloterdjik, we find an unambiguous case in the Silicon Valley futurist: somebody who talks about the historical inevitability of the Singularity from the left side of his mouth, while orchestrating its construction from the right—speaking in the voice of capital, which always gets an audience and is seldom disobeyed. Kurzweil and his ilk remind me of the Well-Manicured Man from The X-Files, who tells Scully: “We predict the future, and the best way to predict the future is to invent it.”
Twelve years ago, the world witnessed the millenarian ouroboros biting its own tail is in an obscure corner of the tech utopian milieu.
In 2010, a poster on the community blog for Less Wrong—the platform of Eliezer Yudkowsky, founder of the Machine Intelligence Research Institute (née the Singularity Institute for Artificial Intelligence)—produced what was intended to be a benign solution to a problem of game theory. I almost feel I’m getting ahead of myself, though: the crowd of techno-utopian rationalists clustered around Less Wrong were/are a peculiar bunch—to put it mildly. They're certainly more intelligent than the QAnon cult, but their ideology is no less a rabbit hole and probably even more opaque to the browsing outsider. (Whether or not Less Wrong itself is a cult depends on who you ask.)
In Yudkowsky’s own words, Less Wrong is “an introduction to issues of cognitive biases and rationality relevant for careful thinking about optimal philanthropy and many of the problems that must be solved in advance of the creation of provably human-friendly powerful artificial intelligence.” To this end, the community, shepherded by Yudkowsky, strove to formulate a rational model of the world that maximizes the correspondence of intellectual construct to reality, and developed a highly idiosyncratic communal patois of game theory, probability, ethics, and temporal continuity. All of philosophy’s practical problems, they maintain, can be solved through a well-advised selection and crunching of numbers.
This is to say that effortposts like Roko’s musings on the “The Altruist's Burden,” and his introductory disclaimer that knowledge of the “AI Deterrence Problem” and “Many Worlds” theory are required to understand his solution, were (are?) not uncommon in the Less Wrong coterie.
Roko’s premise: since Yudkowsky's Singularity Institute for Artificial Intelligence is bar none the most important human endeavor (since it strives to prevent the emergence of an all-powerful and wholly malignant AI like System Shock’s SHODAN), the altruist’s problem is to determine the maximum amount of money he can donate to the institute without bringing hardship upon his family.
After several paragraphs of expatiation, Roko concluded that trying to win the lottery satisfied the conditions of the problem (and ended the post with a brief encomium to Elon Musk). But in the process of giving his answer, he suggested that perhaps the all-powerful but non-genocidal AI whose birth the Singularity Institute made certain would, in its infinite ethical wisdom, punish those who understood the urgency of ensuring its friendliness and yet didn’t donate as much money as they reasonably could. How would the AI manage this if the negligent penny-pinchers had already passed on? By digitally reconstituting and torturing them forever, à la the malevolent supercomputer A.M. in Harlan Ellison’s “I Have No Mouth But I Must Scream.”
This side note of Roko’s sent shockwaves through the Less Wrong community. Yudlkowsky’s intervention—furiously lambasting Roko's post, explicitly forbidding further discussion, and deleting all comments making mention of it—was a textbook example of the Streisand Effect. The Basilisk became more real. People lost sleep. The story’s reach swung far beyond the orbits of the fart-sniffing futurist set. To most outsiders, or at least the ones who weren’t dazzled by the esoteric scientism enveloping the whole affair, it seemed absurd—and they were correct in thinking so.
The Basilisk got its moniker from the implication that anyone who read Roko’s post was imperiled. As members of the Less Wrong community, they already understood the necessity of supporting the Singularity Institute’s role in preventing an AI apocalypse, and were now aware that the “friendly” AI in the future was incentivizing them with a warning. They’d looked the Basilisk in the eye. It knew that they knew that it knew.
Nineteenth- and twentieth-century Marxists specified a material process and its ultimate destination, and held that the arrival at the latter by way of the former could be accelerated through praxis. This twenty-first-century cult of logic wonks and tech utopians went a step further. They too envisioned a millennium whose coming was made irrefutable by reasoned deduction from individually irreproachable premises—and theirs not only already existed in a real future, but purposefully extended an arm into the present to pull the car toward itself.
If the sleep of reason breeds monsters, the amphetamine-fueled insomnia of reason evidently manufactures a basilisk. And whether it's grounded in religious dogma or scientific rationalism, any ideology that would make the present the hostage of an indubitable future is a vector for idiocy and unhappiness, and a handy tool for the ambitious sociopath.3
Well, then: what about the climate crisis?
Ecopessimists, the apocalyptists contraposed to the tech utopian chiliasts, have ample cause to expect something like the End of Days to arrive in the next century or so because of what we're seeing right now. Carbon dioxide emissions are far from peaking, the average global temperature is rising, the oceans are filling up with plastic waste and hydrogen ions, the droughts are worsening, the aquifers are emptying, the arctic permafrost is melting, and so on. And the climate scientist, as opposed to the economist or tech prognosticator, has the benefit of a stable framework and eminently quantifiable variables.
But we’re still in no position to predict how any individual life will play out in the context of a full-throttle ecological catastrophe—whenever it arrives, whatever its severity and duration, however society looks after things eventually stabilize (which they must, unless Homo sapiens simply goes extinct). The living could envy the dead. Maybe we—or our children, or our grandchildren—will rediscover community and meaning in life through shared struggle. Perhaps we’re fifty years away from the beginning of another dark age. Maybe some ambitious geoengineering scheme buys us the breathing room we need to convert to a hydrogen-based grid and start mining lithium from Mars (or some other extraterrestrial source).
My money's on “dark age,” but I could be wrong. We don't know. We just don't know. What I’m saying, though, and what I am sure of, is that despair is the impoverishment of possibility.
A question that's been bothering me: if a couple conscientiously chooses not to have a child—and I’m talking about one (1) child, still a net loss for the population when all is said and done—if a couple chooses not to have a child for fear of bringing a human being into the world to suffer a lifetime of privation and fear when the collapse begins, is their decision predicated on a sober evaluation of the available facts, or have they been spooked by an apparition of things to come, a dishonest ghost claiming to be the future, the only future?
I don’t have an answer.
Certainly Christianization isn't the sole and necessary requisite for the bending of time’s circle into a line. Non-Christian literate cultures ruled by dynasties possessed historical records and megalithic monuments attesting to progress—evidence that circumstances irreversibly change on a grand scale. But Christianity inculcated in all of its subjects—not just the clerics and rulers—the idea of continuous progress toward a definite endpoint.
A recent example: some of the class-first American left helped itself to a slice of humble pie after the Supreme Court’s Dobbs decision. They genuinely believed that the GOP’s campaign against abortion could only be a sham crusade waged for purposes of fundraising and increasing voter turnout. There was obviously more to be gained by permitting the dog to keep chasing the car in perpetuity than letting him catch it. The cynical calculus didn’t admit of the possibility that all the talk of overturning Roe was spoken in earnest, that elected officials intended to go through with a scheme leading to the sacrifice of a reliable political cudgel—and so the cynics failed to understand that perhaps the cudgel wasn’t the point. I am myself something of an amateur Marxist, but I feel it's a mistake to believe that the primacy of economic factors as determinants of social phenomena rules out the efficacy of other variables.
Sloterdjik again: “Only a knowledge that is consumed by an enormous will to power can want to present conscious one-sidedness as the truth.” This is one to get printed on a business card and tucked into your wallet for when you need to be reminded.
Hey Pat. I'm a long time lurker from the Socks RPG reviews, an agnostic lapsed Catholic from the old internet atheist scene, a machine learning knowledge worker with a lot of social ties to the rationalist community and a serious problem with Yudkowsky, an environmentalist, and a forty year old dad with two kids. I feel like these identities mean I should stop lurking to address the question at the end of this post.
A few of my friends and a lot of my acquaintances might not or will not have children for fear of the listed apocalypses, so it's been bothering[1] me too.
I have come to think of having children as the ultimate political choice. From zero, very left leaning, to one, moderately left, to two, moderately right, to three or more, hard right, a person is essentially registering the ultimate vote about their own genes, social ways, and right to a share of existence[2].
As with all votes, whether we are rationalist, historical materialist or otherwise, we do like the Well-Manicured man says: the weight of evidence is ultimately dwarfed by the weight of *preference*.
From evidence, my money is also on dark age, and has been since I was an older teenager, with the understanding that dark ages end and preservers emerge with the tools of renaissance.
But my *preference* is Paula over Giygas. That's why I voted two children.
Thanks for that Earthbound review, all those years ago, by the way. And for suffering the later Final Fantasy games so I didn't have to. And thanks for this substack, it's great.
[1] I am not bothered by the friends who choose not to have children for the simpler reasons of personal preference or to avoid passing on certain genes or behaviors.
[2] Or, put rudely, a vote about their own will to power.