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“Magic”

My kids have been on a bit of a ghost kick lately. They even have an imaginary friend named “Ladybug Ghost” who at least one of them seems to believe is an actual person.

I’ve been trying to teach my kids everything I wish I’d been taught about rationality when I was their age, with mixed success. Some ideas they’ve mastered right away, even going so far as to pass the techniques on to their teachers! Other techniques have been more difficult. I’ve started to get a feel for a pattern: many of the techniques of current rationality are about unlearning bad habits instilled in us by anti-epistemology, religion, and science worship–in other words, learned biases. Other techniques are focused on biases that are innate–flaws in our default way of thinking that are more or less inborn.

“Magic” seems to be innate.

I’ve tried to teach my children that there is no such thing as magic–not because things that seem “magical” must necessarily be false (see: reversed stupidity is not intelligence), but because there is no one particular thing the word “magic” points to. The word’s purpose is supposedly explanation–“so-and-so happened because of magic”–but it’s an empty explanation: a blueprint with nothing written on it but “IOU.”

The general case turns out to be an incredibly broad category of closely related cognitive failure modes. Human beings evolved curiosity, so we crave explanations–but an explanation’s ability to satisfy our curiosity is completely decoupled from its predictive power as a theory. Our instincts recognize something as an “explanation,” not when it can be used to generate accurate, concrete predictions of future stimuli, but when it feels narratively satisfying. Did it resolve the plot? If so, it counts as an explanation.

One of the giveaways of this type of mistake is that if you ask different people to be specific about the concept, or if you look at different stories and legends about it, none of them are entirely consistent. Take religion as an example: most people on the planet are religious, but different religions are almost nothing alike (excepting, of course, those with common ancestry). Some people pray to gods, some people pray to their ancestors, some people pray to the natural world–and some religions (such as Zen Buddhism) don’t have any analogue to prayer or deities!

Ghosts are another excellent example. What are ghosts? Where do they come from? What motivates them? Are they kind or malicious? Dangerous or safe? Can they interact with the physical world, or do they only affect people’s minds? Different stories all give different answers.

The power of science comes, not from its rejection of superstition or supernaturalism per se, but from its replicability. It is built on the foundational truth that reality is no more or less than whatever doesn’t change depending on who you are or what you believe. There is nothing inherently unscientific about gods or ghosts or magic or anything else people have believed throughout history. It’s simply that, having actually investigated these things, science has concluded that they are not part of this “reality” business. The only detail they reliably share in common–which is to say, the only part of them that does come from reality–is the human imagination.

To be clear, this is not the only mistake my kids are making when they blame their missing sock on a mischievous ghost. Magical thinking leads people to mistakenly accept explanations that don’t really explain anything, but there’s an even graver mistake in considering magical explanations in the first place–it’s called “privileging the hypothesis,” and I’ll talk about it more next week.

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Tsuyoku Narimashita!

I was in my bedroom a few weeks ago when I suddenly remembered I’d gotten a text earlier in the evening. It was from an old friend I hadn’t heard from in a very long time, but I’d decided not to check it right away, because we hadn’t parted on great terms and I was nervous about what it might say. This struck me as highly unlikely–on both counts–so I concluded that I was probably just remembering a dream.

What makes this unusual is that I came to this conclusion while still dreaming. I must be doing something right!

The benefits of rationality can be difficult to see. Just like with doctors and governments, its benefit is more in preventing negative outcomes than securing positive ones. The cost of prevention is easy to see, and it’s equally easy to see when it fails–but it’s difficult to impossible to notice all the times something bad doesn’t happen. (This is why everybody hates bureaucracy, but getting rid of it always ends in disaster.)

Unfortunately, this also means it can be difficult to tell if you’re doing rationality right–especially if you don’t have any aspiring rationalist friends to make bets with. It’s nice to see some positive results!

Tsuyoku narimashita!

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is

It’s the voice of the child who calls the emperor naked,
Of course.

But it’s the voice of the child who calls clouds pretty,
And dead birds sad,
As well.

It’s the patron of the woman catching a trickle of water in her open mouth
As she dies of thirst,
And of the woman who swipes right.

It’s the mountain climber’s, too–
At least, until falling–
And the man who dreams of flying begs its favor.

But the first man to fly knows
It is deaf to prayer,
And blind to need.

The preacher at the pulpit calls it her teacher,
But the sole pupil hearing its lesson is the old man in the back,
Doubting his faith.

The carpenter, when they build, is its employer
Though it never earns a dime.

The gambler has looked in its eyes a thousand times,
Courted it,
Cursed it,
Worshipped it,
Yet doesn’t recognize its face.

The greedy may scorn and disown it,
And the demagogue mask it,
Contort it,
Flay it and stuff straw into the empty skin
(Then bow and scrape to the puppet while condemning its bloody remains for a monster),
Yet all the wealth and power they covet is granted
Solely at its pleasure.

How do you know it?

You say, perhaps:
    Like a lover knows their mate
Or
    Like your secrets know your friend
Or even
    Like a captive knows her jailor

No, that’s wrong:

You know it like a mill knows the river,
Like a kite knows the wind,
Like roots know soil.

What is it?

Yes, that’s right: what is it?

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Snow Koan

The master spoke: “It is said the sentence ‘snow is white’ is true, if and only if snow is white. This we have already discussed. But it is a separate question whether snow is, in fact, white. So what color is snow?”

The student, having re-learned the child’s art of giving simple answers to simple questions, replied: “White, of course!”

The master smiled. “Oh? And are you certain of that belief?”

As you’ve taught me, I cannot be absolutely certain of anything,” said the student. “But I am humanly certain, yes.”

“And if I say that snow is not white?” inquired the master.

“Holding to true beliefs in the face of authority is an old lesson, master. My answer is unchanged.”

“Well and good,” said the master. “But what if I offered more than mere authority?  What if I showed you that snow is not white?”

This question did not seem simple, so the student paused to think before answering.

“If you could actually do that,” they replied, “I would be very interested. But I do not expect it to happen.”

Wordlessly, the master rose and walked outside, beckoning the student to follow. It was winter, and it just so happened that a fresh layer of snow had covered the ground the night before. The master pointed to a patch of snow down the hill, upon which some animal had recently urinated. “Snow is yellow,” the master said, for the snow there was indeed yellow.

The student began to speak, but the master held up a hand to silence them, then led them to a snow fort some of the younger adepts had built that morning.  The two of them stuck their heads inside, and the master said, “Snow is blue,” for the light shining through the walls was, in fact, a muted blue.

Finally, the master pulled a microscope from their pocket and, using a chilled pair of tweezers, placed a single perfect snowflake under the lens, beckoning the student to look. The student did so and beheld a fantastic crystal, transparent yet scintillating with rainbow. The master said, “Snow is all colors and no color,” and surely that was the only description that properly fit.

“Now you have seen,” said the master, “So I ask you again, what color is snow?”

The student, feeling rather stupid, hesitated. They began: “Well…it depends on how you see it, I suppose…or where you see it…I mean, the context–” but they were interrupted by a big, white, wet, and very cold snowball to the face, which the master had been concealing.

In that moment, the student was enlightened.

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Fire

If you play with fire, sooner or later you’re going to get burned. The moral: stay away from fire.


When you light a fire, you can get burned. The moral: be careful with fire.


While cooking with fire, sometimes you get burned. The moral: some pain is unavoidable.


Some things burned by fire get cooked. The moral: not all destruction is bad.


Stop fire from spreading, feed it, it keeps you warm. Moral: some dangers can be tamed.


Pretty. Warm. Too much warmth is pain. Too much beauty spreads, kills. Learn: pleasant and safe are not the same.


…What is that?

Hot, bright, filled with color, dancing and alive, angry and lifeless, consuming and alluring and terrifying and pure. What is it?

Beautiful. What is it?

What is this?

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