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## Why Barney the dinosaur will kill you

Here I present three new mathematical discoveries for your edification.

1. According to Alexander Pope, “The proper study of mankind is man.” Symbolically,

S(mankind) = man,

where S(x) is the study of x. Now, Aldous Huxley tells us that “The proper study of mankind is books,” or

S(mankind) = books,

from which we can use the transitive relation to see that

man = books.

Of course, “Man is the measure of all things,” [Protagoras] so we immediately find that

man = books = μ(ξ).

Recall that μ(x) is the notation for the measure on a set, and we’ll use ξ to denote the universal set (ignoring Russell’s paradox as being too annoying). We already have a number of new apothegms, including

• The proper study of mankind is the measure of all things
• Books are the measure of all things
• Women are books

where in the final example we have used Henry Adams’ quote “The proper study of mankind is woman”. Of course, the astute reader will note that Cicero’s quote “So many books, so little time” then takes on a whole new meaning, as noted by the Robert Cray band.

2. We now move on to the observation that theology is the study of theology, a fact which is self-evident. In our notation this becomes

S(theology) = theology.

We can then do multiple substitutions to learn that

theology = S(S(S(S(S(S(S(···))))))).

It is now evident that theology, at its core, is the study of an ellipsis; it’s turtles all the way down.

3. We end with the following logical proof. Consider Nietzsche’s observation that “that which does not kill you makes you stronger.” Let

K = something which kills you,

S = something which makes you stronger.

Then Nietzsche’s quote is simply

~KS.

Applying the contrapositive, we see that

~SK,

meaning that anything which does not make you stronger must kill you. Barney the dinosaur certainly doesn’t make anyone stronger; therefore Barney kills.

You’re welcome.

## A theory of art, or: How George R. R. Martin lost his way

What is art? Why do I enjoy Bartok’s Concerto for Orchestra, yet my 12-year old son thinks it is wretched? Why are the first three Song of Ice and Fire books great, but the last two are mediocre at best?

I’m sure that there’s a long history of the philosophy of art, and I’d love to quote it here to give you some insight. Unfortunately, this is a subject that I know nothing about. Nothing. Literally. I haven’t even googled “philosophy of art” to see what comes up.

That’s because I already have my own theory. I share it now because I have enough hubris to think that it may speak to you, too.

In a nutshell: with art we want to see patterns, but also be surprised and have our expectations subverted.

Now, art has more purpose then what I’ve just described. Art can educate, or enlighten, or convey some specific emotion (Pain? Love?) But I’m concerned with what I see as the primary function of art: to entertain. I don’t listen to Mozart to learn anything; I don’t read Brandon Sanderson to gain insight into my own soul. And I certainly won’t pay \$15 to go to an art museum for any purpose other than to entertain myself for an afternoon.

But what about non-fiction books, you say? Didn’t you read a three-volume biography of Winston Churchill last year?

Yes, I did. I read that biography as a form of entertainment. I find learning entertaining. I found the story fascinating. I wasn’t trying to educate myself, except tangentially; I have no pressing reason to know anything about the former prime minister.

But as for art, as entertainment: I think humans are biologically predisposed to enjoy patterns, but I also think we enjoy being surprised. It is in the confluence of these two (sometimes competing) factors that art resides.

Patterns

There is a kind of sweet-spot here: if patterns are too obvious they’re boring; if patterns are too complicated (or even non-existent) then that’s boring too. For every person there is an ideal pattern complexity for a given artistic medium, and it’s fascinating that these ideals seldom overlap.

Take patterns in novels. Novels exist on a spectrum of complexity:

 Dr. Seuss Nancy Drew A Wrinkle in Time The Da Vinci Code Harry Potter The Foundation Series Dune The Brothers Karamazov Gravity’s Rainbow Ulysses

You may disagree with the exact ordering but that’s not the point (it’s subjective anyway). To me, the ideal novel is somewhere around level 7 (Dune). I will almost always read something in the 6-8 range. I didn’t enjoy the Harry Potter series because it was too simple; likewise I found James Joyce’s Ulysses incomprehensible.

But other people disagree. An awful lot of people find the complexity level of the Da Vinci Code to be just right. And that’s great: I don’t mean to imply that my preference for more complexity is somehow better. And if you can “read” Ulysses for more than five minutes without laughing, then more power to you.

I don’t see it.

We are hard-wired by evolution to see patterns in everything, even if the patterns are spurious. We see faces on Mars. We see Jesus in cheese toast. People see meaning (even if it’s unintended) in Finnegan’s Wake. The thing is, our abilities are not the same. Where I see pattern, you see noise; where I see banality, you see complexity. That’s why our tastes differ. And our ability to see patterns depends on two things: raw processing ability, and content knowledge.

There’s a great scene in the movie Defending Your Life where an “unenlightened” soul tries food that a more “enlightened” person is eating. (The “enlightened” people use a lot more of their brain, you see.)

Albert Brooks: What are you eating?

Rip Torn: You wouldn’t like this.

Brooks: What is it? What does it taste like?

Torn: You’re curious, aren’t you? Good, I like that about you. Want to try?

Brooks: Yeah. Looks so weird. Oh, my God!

Torn: A little like horseshit, huh? As you get smarter, you begin to manipulate your senses. This tastes much different to me than it does to you.

Brooks: This is what smart people eat?

Now, I don’t think it’s controversial to declare that pattern-recognition ability differs from one entity to another. For example, I doubt that a ladybug can detect the difference between white noise and Metallica (sometimes I can’t, either). In my experience dogs don’t seem to respond much to music (others do think they might have a musical sense). I will go out on a limb and say that I can enjoy Dune whereas an eleven-year-old will not, because I have more ability to hold the patterns of such a book in my mind.

But wait. I don’t want this to be an elitist manifesto; I’m not better than the Joneses. So I will add that content knowledge and context are more important than raw processor speed. Dune is an adult book, with topics and themes that resonate with people who have more experience in the world. I was a smart eleven-year-old, and I read Dune back in 1980, but I didn’t get much out of it because a lot of it didn’t make much sense to me. It wasn’t a matter of complexity, but of experience.

Consider music. If you study music theory, you’ll be able to hear patterns and structures that others cannot; you may enjoy certain music when others do not. It has less to do with processing ability and more to do with content knowledge.

For example, I find much of modern music boring. Why? Because the chord progressions are banal (I-IV-V-I) and the rhythms unvarying (drum machine, anyone?) But obviously, a lot of people like such music, and in part it’s because of the simplicity. The chord progression I-IV-V-I is common enough that even the untrained ear can pick it out; it is a pattern that people recognize.

This also explains why certain music “grows on you”. The first time I listened to Bela Bartok’s Concerto for Orchestra, in a laundry mat in Torrejón, Spain, I found the music off-putting and bizarre. But I listened to it again and again, probably because I was stubborn enough to think that eventually I would understand it. And I did. I find it today the single greatest piece of music ever written, in part because it is so familiar to me now that I hear its patterns and complexities almost instinctually. I daresay I have the whole thing memorized, and when I listen to it, it is almost as if I am recalling it in real time. The experience is sublime.

To you, it may taste like horseshit.

At the premiere of Beethoven’s String Quartet No. 13 (Op. 130), the audience did not demand an encore of the final movement (the so-called Große Fuge). “Beethoven, enraged, was reported to have growled, ‘And why didn’t they encore the Fugue? That alone should have been repeated! Cattle! Asses!’”  The fugue itself was dismissed at the time as being repellent and incomprehensible. Did Beethoven have the ability to imagine complexities that were too complex for the average listener?

[Note: listen to this five times over five days. I guarantee that your experience the fifth time will be vastly different then the first.]

I have focused unduly on music, but the same ideas apply to other arts as well. For example, the appeal of paintings by Jackson Pollock may have something to do with fractal dimension (a measure of complexity).  Pollock knew nothing about fractals, but he instinctively splattered paint in a way that is “pleasing” in some mathematical sense. His paintings had quantifiable complexity, and that complexity fell in the range that humans find appealing. His paintings only appear random at first glance.

Untitled, ca. 1948–49 ( Jackson Pollock) © 2011 The Pollock–Krasner Foundation / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York

There is obviously room for experiment here. Is there a quantifiable difference in complexity between Bartok and Lady Gaga, or between Ulysses and Harry Potter? Do a person’s tastes in music (or art, or literature) settle onto a single uniform “complexity level”? For example, if I enjoy Bartok, then would I tend to prefer a jazz piece that has a similar level of complexity? Am I just whistling Dixie, here?

Subverting Expectations

But art also, ideally, involves something else. It involves

SURPRISE

which is to say, breaking the rules, breaking the obvious patterns

into patterns of a different kind.

I don’t just want to see patterns in my literature or artwork or music, but I want to see novel patterns, a herd of horses of a different color. I want to be surprised. And the best kind of surprise is when you realize that there was a pattern there all along, but you just didn’t notice it. It’s humbling, and marvelous. It’s like—

—when George Taylor falls to his knees in front of the half-submerged Statue of Liberty, cursing humanity—

—when you discover exactly who murdered Roger Ackroyd—

—when in the glorious 9th three instrumental themes are recounted and discarded, and then the human voice breaks free, because instruments alone cannot do justice to the final ode—

—when you notice the tiny legs of Icarus in the water, and the indifference of the wide world—

—when the chorus of demons judges the singer, and finds him wanting, with a devil put aside for him—

Bohemian Rhapsody is a comic-horror-opera grafted onto a Styx-style power love ballad, and that makes all the difference.

These are patterns turned upside-down, subverted in the best possible way. It is the subversion of the plot twist, the delight of the unexpected, the imp of the perverse, that turn art from mere pattern-production into something more profound.

But how do you truly surprise someone in art? Context makes all the difference.

When the movie Psycho first appeared in 1960, audiences were shocked. After all, Janet Leigh was billed as the star…and she dies 30 minutes into the film! Can you do that? Is that allowed?

The movie doesn’t really impact viewers today (I’ve never met someone born after 1980 who liked the film). I think that’s because people have been jaded by movies like Friday the 13th and Halloween…once you let a certain amount of gore out of the box, you can’t put it back in. To scare audiences today, you need to keep upping the ante…and of course you also have to know who Janet Leigh is.

Context makes all the difference.

People were said to have rioted at the premiere of Stravinsky’s “Right of Spring”. This would be unfathomable today…

Context makes all the difference.

When The Sixth Sense first came out, people loved the movie because of its twist ending. Ironically, the twist that made the director M. Night Shyamalan famous also guaranteed that he’d never have a good movie again. Why? Because we are all looking for a twist now. This meta-knowledge ruins the experience; it can’t really be a twist unless you’re not expecting it to happen. I thought The Village was awful because, knowing who the director was, I was looking to figure out what “the twist” was from the very first moments…

Context makes all the difference.

Here’s how you make good art: you layer your work with different patterns, of differing complexities. This is called “having something for everyone!” A complex story can have simple themes; a complex symphony can have the I-IV-V-I chord progression. Then, on top of the patterns and complexities, you need to have something new, something unexpected. Basically, you need to throw the Red Wedding in there somewhere. Which brings me to the question: Why are the first three Song of Ice and Fire books great, but the last two are mediocre at best?

Answer: no Red Wedding. Here’s a minor spoiler: in A Feast for Crows, nothing really happens. The entire book can be skipped without anyone losing any plot threads. (Seriously.) A Dance with Dragons is marginally better, and there are a few shockers towards the end, but the sense that the series has an overall pattern is diminishing. Major spoiler alert. Take Daenerys’ story arc. At the end of A Dance with Dragons she is basically in the exact same position as she was three books earlier: no followers, no kingdom, no armies, no clue. It’s as if nothing happened. The plot of the series has ground to a halt, and the reader doesn’t really have confidence (after the A Feast for Crows debacle) that the writer’s-block inflicted author can ever get back on track. We’ll see.

Hey, George: subvert our expectations. Write a book in less than five years!

In fact, I’ve changed my mind. Art is 99% perspiration. I need to get back to the book that I’m writing:

## There’s no philosophy in quantum mechanics

The conventional wisdom among people who know a little bit of quantum mechanics is that quantum mechanics is weird.

The conventional wisdom is wrong.  Quantum mechanics is not weird.  Interpretations of quantum mechanics are weird.

My thinking on this has changed over the years.  In high school I read everything I could about the “weirdness” of our universe: Schrödinger’s cat, wave-particle duality, the collapse of the wave function, many-worlds theory, the Heisenberg uncertainty principle.

Then a strange thing happened: I went to college.  I studied physics.  And guess what?  None of that stuff gets more than the briefest mention in the physics classroom.  Why?

Because those things are beside the point.  Quantum mechanics works.  How you interpret quantum mechanics is your problem.

There’s a dichotomy here which is the source of most people’s confusion.  Theories are different from interpretations of theories.  A theory is a mathematical model that allows us to make predictions.  An interpretation is a philosophical construct that allows us to sleep at night; it is a squishy heuristic that helps us unimaginative humans make sense of the math before us.  Theories get things done.  Interpretations never helped anybody, not really.

An abandoned shack.

Let’s say that in an abandoned shack you discovered a notebook with the word “PHYSICS” written by hand over and over, thousands of times, apparently filling every page.  You haven’t looked at the last few pages, but your theory is that these pages will also have the word “PHYSICS” written out.  Each time you turn a page, your theory is validated: “PHYSICS” is there, as predicted.

Next to this notebook is another that looks just like it.  You open the first page, and are not surprised to see “PHYSICS PHYSICS PHYSICS” again.  What’s going on?  Did some crazy person live in this shack?  Such speculation doesn’t really matter, since you can still hypothesize that “PHYSICS” fills this notebook as well.  In fact, you have a stronger theory: every notebook in this shack is filled with “PHYSICS”.

You perform an experiment: you turn the page.  “PHYSICS PHYSICS PHYSICS”.  The experiment supports your theory.  You find more notebooks; same results.  Every notebook in the shack is filled, apparently, with “PHYSICS”.  But guess what?  There are dozens of possible interpretations.  And in the absence of further data, you can never know which one is “correct”.

Maybe the shack was once inhabited by a crazy person, who wrote “PHYSICS” precisely 250,001 times in a futile attempt at summoning Cthulhu from his ancient slumber.

Maybe a student misspelled “physics” on a test, and her cruel teacher punished her in the most depraved way possible.

Maybe Matt Damon filled the notebooks, in a method-acting attempt to get into the mindset of an OCD scientist.

Which of these interpretations is the “truth”?  Without further data you cannot really say.  Arguing about which is right and which is wrong is futile at best, and annoying at worst.

Of course, new data may turn up.  We might find out that the notebooks are 75 years old, ruling out our Matt Damon interpretation.  That interpretation is no longer a valid interpretation of the data.

Which brings me to my next point: there is no official arbiter of what constitutes a theory versus what constitutes an interpretation.  Different philosophers and scientists have used the words differently at different times.  All you can hope for is that a particular author is consistent in his/her use of the terms.  I personally use the word “interpretation” to describe competing theories that cannot currently be differentiated by any known scientific experiment.  If two different interpretations make different, testable predictions, then they are promoted to being totally different theories.  (Caveat: others use the words slightly differently.  Deal with it.)

So what does this have to do with quantum mechanics?

Quantum mechanics is an entirely mathematical theory.  Its postulates are logical, concise, and powerful.  We can use quantum mechanics to invent cell phones, computers, lasers, and iPods.  Quantum mechanics doesn’t care if you “understand what it really means”, or not.  It is arguably the most successful and powerful theory to come out of the 20th century.

Now, the mathematics of quantum mechanics are abstract and hard to visualize.  Nevertheless, people insist on trying to visualize anyway.  And the result is all kinds of weirdness: Schrödinger’s cat, wave-particle duality, the collapse of the wave function, many-worlds theory, the Heisenberg uncertainty principle.  These ideas are all mental hoops that people have jumped through to explain some unambiguous, concrete, abstract linear algebra.  The math is just math, and it works; what it means is anyone’s guess.

There’s no crying in baseball, and there’s no philosophy in quantum mechanics.

There’s no philosophy in quantum mechanics!

Don’t like the many-worlds interpretation?  Fine.  Be a Copenhagenist.  Don’t like pilot waves?  Great.  Stick to your pet idea about superluminal communication.  Just remember that all of these competing interpretations make the exact same predictions, so for all practical purposes they are the same.  Some people go so far as to say, just shut up and calculate.  [Note added 3-19-14: there are problems with pilot wave theories that in my view rule them out as being a valid interpretations of quantum mechanics.  But there are hoops people can jump through to try and “force” pilot wave theories to be consistent with, say, Bell’s theorem.  My broader point is that there are multiple interpretations of QM and that all have followers to this day, but that none of the interpretations really have any distinct implications for our lives.]

I don’t usually go that far.  I actually think that the many-worlds interpretation is a testable theory, not an interpretation (hence the name of this blog).  I think many-worlds is falsifiable.  (If we ever observe a wave function collapsing, then many-worlds will have to be discarded.)  But I don’t think that will happen: many-worlds is too elegant, and too powerful, to not be true.

But we’ll see.

If you think it’s absurd that a cat can be alive and dead at the same time…if you think that it’s crazy to hypothesize other universes…if you think that God does not play dice with the universe…don’t blame quantum mechanics.  Blame the philosophers who try to interpret it.

Quantum mechanics works.  Otherwise, you’d be reading this on an actual piece of paper.

## The Lego Movie: a parable about the multiverse?

WARNING: Spoilers abound!

Do not read further if you haven’t seen the wonderful, awesome The Lego Movie!

There are two kinds of good movies.  The first kind is a movie you enjoy while watching; you appreciate the acting, the writing, the set design.  You come out of the theater thinking, that was good.  I’d recommend that.  In the past six months, I’ve seen many of these so-called Good Movies of the 1st Kind.  Examples include The Dallas Buyer’s Club, Rush, Captain Phillips, the second Hobbit movie, and the second Hunger Games movie.  I liked them all.

A metaphor for the everyman

But then there is a Good Movie of the 2nd Kind—a movie which leaves you jacked up on adrenaline, with a big goofy smile on your face, and ideas buzzing around the inside of your head.  A movie where you come out of the theater thinking, when am I going to go see that again?  I need to see that again.  What just happened?

Don’t get me wrong; a GM2ndK is not necessarily a happy, fun movie.  Saving Private Ryan was for me a GM2ndK; for weeks I could not get the first half hour (Omaha Beach) out of my head.  Schindler’s List was also a GM2ndK.  So was A Clockwork Orange, and Magnolia, and Paths of Glory.

So, too, The Lego Movie.

Unless you’ve seen the movie, you won’t believe it.  You won’t have the context, the conceptual framework, the raw materials from which to grasp the idea: that The Lego Movie is as profound and philosophical as any movie you’ve (probably) ever seen.

Oh sure, the movie is beautiful to look at.  The animation is unique and charmingly quantized and pixilated.  The pace is frenetic, action packed.  The worlds depicted are stunning, goofy and marvelous.  The jokes are non-stop: I laughed out loud two or three times a minute for 100 straight minutes.

So, I liked the movie.  But this post wasn’t meant to be a movie review.

My broader point is that the movie resonated with me, personally, philosophically, because it so closely matches my own world view.

SPOILERS!  PROCEED NO FURTHER, YE WHO HAVEN’T WATCHED!

The message of the movie is that there are two (seemingly) diametrically opposed ways of playing with Legos.  In the first camp are the conformists, who follow instructions to the letter, never have an original thought, and prefer a world of rigidity and order.  The head conformist is Lord Business, who wants to spray Krazy Glue on every Lego in the universe so that nothing ever changes.

To me, Lord Business represents the Abrahamic God, the God of the Old Testament.  The God of one single, rigid construction, exactly the way He designed it.  Don’t go against God’s plan (or the plan of Lord Business).  There is only one way the world (or worlds) can be, and if you oppose that plan—if you don’t follow the instructions—then you have committed heresy.  You will be melted.  There’s no place for you in such a conformist world.

The God of Abraham

The other way of playing with Legos is the way children play with them: with unbridled imagination.  Sure, you can buy a Millennium Falcon Lego set and construct it as the instructions describe.  But you can ignore the instructions, too, and your play is just as valid.  Want to put Batman on the Millennium Falcon?  Sure; go for it.  Want to have Superman and Gandalf team up to battle a robot pirate?  Why not?  If you can imagine it, then you can do it, just as long as some adult doesn’t come down and spray the pieces with glue.

That’s what organized religion does: it sprays us with glue.

To me the world of organized religion is limiting, stifling.  The idea that there’s an omnipotent being that controls every aspect of everything is not comforting to me; it is horrifying.  Theologians mumble about free will and wave their hands reassuringly, but what good is free will if you’re still constricted by God’s plan?  If God has everything worked out, then you’re stuck to the world with Krazy Glue; your life is supposed to be lived in a single way and you’ll never be able to ignore the instructions.  You’ll never get to ride Unikitty into Middle Zealand and have tea with the Green Lantern.  Sorry, but you’re an average, run-of-the-mill Lego piece and that’s all you’ll ever be.

But imagine: suppose that there are an infinite number of universes, each with its own parameters, its own structure.  In such a multiverse, anything you can imagine is true.  There are still rules (each universe obeys its own laws of physics, just as Legos cannot escape their own block-like, quantized nature) but beyond those rules, anything goes.  And imagine there is no Lord Business that commands you to think in a certain way.  Imagine if you had the freedom to do as you will.

Here’s a table, to make the metaphor(s) more explicit:

 In the movie… …is a metaphor for A Lego person a human The Lego world you’re in the universe you’re in All of the possible Lego Worlds the multiverse Quantized nature of Lego blocks the laws of physics Krazy Glue God’s plan Lord Builder (the Father) a rigid conformist deity The Child the deity that any of us could be, using imagination Instructions Rigid moral codes “Everything is awesome” “Everything is awesome”

We are indeed trapped in the universe that we find ourselves in (we can’t get away from our quantized nature, alas) but we can at least imagine the other worlds, and dream, and find inspiration from them.  We can live our lives the way we like.  This isn’t anarchy; it’s freedom.  This world view doesn’t preclude morality; we shouldn’t put our hands into other people’s Lego Worlds, and mess the pieces up, and break their Lego constructions.  But we should be able to look at other people’s constructions, and value them, even love them.  If you want to have Batman marry Han Solo, and have them ride off into the Old West sunset (riding on Unikitty, no doubt) then I shouldn’t judge.  There is no Lord Business.  There is only what you can build, and what I can build, and what you can imagine, and what I can imagine.  We should not judge each other but embrace each other’s constructions.  Everyone’s trapped by the laws of physics, but no one’s trapped in their own minds; there are no laws that can ever force our imaginations to conform.

If God exists, then he’s a child, and wants us to play in all the worlds, and be free.  He wouldn’t even own a tube of Krazy Glue.

## Why is there anything?

When I was young, I once looked at a box of cereal and had an epiphany.  “Why is that cereal there?”  A universe of unfathomable complexity, with 100,000,000,000 galaxies, each with 100,000,000,000 stars, making 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 possible solar systems with planets around them—all that, and I’m sitting across from a box of Vanilly Crunch?

Since that existential crisis, I’ve always wondered why there was something instead of nothing.  Why isn’t the universe just one big empty set?  “Emptiness” and “nothingness” have always seemed so perfect to me, so symmetric, that our very existence seems at once both arbitrary and ugly.  And no theologian or philosopher ever gave me an answer I thought was satisfying.  For a while, I thought physicists were on the right track: Hawking and Mlodinow, for example, in The Grand Design, describe how universes can spontaneously appear (from nothing) according to the laws of quantum mechanics.

I have no problem with quantum mechanics: it is arguably the most successful theory devised by mankind.  And I agree that particles can spontaneously create themselves out of a vacuum.  But here’s where I think Hawking and Mlodinow are wrong: the rules of physics themselves do not constitute “nothing”.  The rules are something.  “Nothing” to me implies no space, no time, no Platonic forms, no rules, no physics, no quantum mechanics, no cereal at my breakfast table.  Why isn’t the universe like that?  And if the universe were like that, how could our current universe create itself without any rules for creation?

But wait—don’t look so smug, theologians.  Saying that an omnipotent God created the universe doesn’t help in any way.  That just passes the buck; shifts the stack by one.  For even if you could prove to me that a God existed, I would still feel a sense of existential befuddlement.  Why does God herself exist?  Nothingness still seems more plausible.

Heidegger called “why is there anything?” the fundamental question of philosophy.  Being a physicist, and consequently being full of confidence and hubris, I set out to answer the question myself.  I’d love to blog my conclusions, but the argument runs about 50,000 words…longer than The Great Gatsby.  Luckily for you, however, my book Why Is There Anything? is now available for the Kindle on Amazon.com:

You might wonder if my belief in the many-worlds interpretation (MWI) of quantum mechanics affected my thinking on this matter.  Well, the opposite is true.  In my journey to answer the question “why is there anything?” I became convinced of MWI, in part because of the ability of MWI to partially answer the ultimate question.  My book Why Is There Anything? is a sort of chronicle of my intellectual journey, one that I hope you will find entertaining, enlightening, and challenging.

[This post is roughly 8,000 words long, or about 30 printed pages.  Just so you know up front.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.]

BRUTUS’ home, outside.  ACHILLES and BRUTUS are lounging in Adirondack chairs.  There is a whiteboard set up nearby.

BRUTUS: I have to ask: do you really believe in the many-worlds interpretation?  Do you really believe that multiple universes exist, or is it just a mathematical fiction, designed to make things “more elegant”?

ACHILLES: It depends on what you mean by “believe”.

BRUTUS: I sense we are about to have a semantic argument.

ACHILLES: Semantics are important.  In fact I would say that if you are arguing philosophy, then all you are doing is semantics.

BRUTUS: Touché.

ACHILLES: So yes; we need to discuss semantics.  And “belief” is a notorious word that deserves some special scrutiny.

BRUTUS: All right.

ACHILLES:  So the word “belief” doesn’t really have an official definition in epistemology.  This, despite the fact that some have tried to define “knowledge” as “justified true belief”.  For example: does belief require a self-aware believer, and if so, what level of self-awareness is needed?  Does belief imply particular mental states inside a believer’s mind?

BRUTUS: I have heard talk of those before.  They are called qualia.

ACHILLES: [Nodding] For that matter, does belief require a “mind” at all?  Is belief even real?  Even if belief is not real, might it not be a convenient fiction, useful in certain limited situations? [D. Dennett, “Real patterns,” Journal of Philosophy 87, 27-51 (1991)]

BRUTUS: I do not know.

ACHILLES: These are all undoubtedly interesting questions, but they can often dominate simpler discussions about belief and thereby obscure the matter at hand.  If we want to ask, for example, whether a person—or a computer—might entertain contradictory beliefs, then we had better define “belief” very carefully; otherwise, a tangential discussion of self-awareness, for example, will bring us too far afield.

BRUTUS: Surely it might it be possible, though, to pin down the definition of belief, at least from a practical standpoint?

ACHILLES: I agree.  Such a definition would not only eliminate confusion, but might lead to further insight.  A similar problem with definitions arose in astronomy.  The discovery of the dwarf planet Eris in 2005 posed a conundrum: why is Pluto to be considered a planet when Eris is not, given that Eris is actually more massive?  Astronomers concluded that the trouble was with definitions of the word “planet” itself; the definitions were vague at best, and had more to do with culture and history than with science.  Thus in 2006 the International Astronomical Union proposed an official definition for “planet” that consequently reclassified Pluto as a dwarf planet.  The definition used precise physical criteria to classify what constitutes a planet, as opposed to cultural criteria.  Some people were outraged—

BRUTUS: I was outraged!

ACHILLES: —but the benefit to astronomy has been unquestionable.  Now, when a scientist uses the term “planet” it means a very specific thing.  Previously, it just arbitrarily meant Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, or Pluto.  Now, in the same vein, how might we define belief?

BRUTUS: I will attempt it.  “A person P believes a statement S, if and only if P holds S to be true.”

ACHILLES: That’s a good first try.  Such a definition (superficially) matches our intuitions about belief.  However, upon further reflection there are numerous problems with this definition.

BRUTUS: Such as?

ACHILLES: First, the word “person” implies a human believer.  Might not intelligent aliens be capable of belief?

BRUTUS: Perhaps we can change the word “person” to “intelligent being”?

ACHILLES: Well, that also leads to trouble: what do we mean by “intelligent”?  Intelligence is usually considered to be measured on a continuous spectrum, which forces us to make an arbitrary boundary line somewhere.  Can Forrest Gump believe something?  Can a chimpanzee believe something?  Can a cat?  Maybe the word “entity” is preferable, to get around this problem, but then…what is the definition of the word “entity”?  Is a computer program an entity?  What about a rock?

BRUTUS: OK, so “person” was not the best choice of words.

ACHILLES: Secondly, what do you mean by the phrase “P holds S to be true”?  Maybe it means that the person P

BRUTUS: —or intelligent being, or entity—

ACHILLES: —has an abstract representation of the statement “S is true” within his “mind”. [This is the representational viewpoint: J. Fodor, The Language of Thought.  (Harvard University Press, Cambridge, MA, 1975).]  Of course, this begs the question: what is a mind?  Alternatively, maybe this statement means that if we “asked” P, then P would “assert” that S was true.  But P might lie to us, or we might not speak P’s language, or P might not even possess language at all.  So maybe the phrase “P holds S to be true” simply means that P is inclined to behave in a way that implies that S is true.  This inclination may or may not necessarily lead to observable behavior. [These are the interpretational (D. Davidson, “Belief and the basis of meaning,” (1974) in D. Davidson, Inquiries into Truth and Interpretation, (Clarendon Press, Oxford, 1984) and dispositional (R. Marcus, “Some revisionary proposals about belief and believing,” Philosophy and Phenomenological Research 50, 132–153 (1990)) viewpoints, respectively.]

BRUTUS: Who knew that “belief” was so complicated?

ACHILLES: There are yet more interpretations.  A hard instrumentalist [W. V. O. Quine, Word and object.  (MIT press, Cambridge, MA., 1960)] will say that beliefs do not really exist, but there still might be utility in positing the fiction that “P holds S to be true” in some limited sense.  A soft instrumentalist [Dennett, 1991] will not go quite that far; he will say that belief (as a concept) is not only useful, but is actually real—albeit in a limited, less “robust” sense than physical objects.  Finally, an eliminative materialist [see W. Lycan and G. Pappas, “What is eliminative materialism?” Australasian Journal of Philosophy 50 (2), 149-159 (1972)] will conclude that beliefs are entirely fictitious, except in the most informal contexts, and that advances in neuroscience will eventually eliminate any need to speak of beliefs at all.

BRUTUS: That is a lot of “ists”.

ACHILLES: The problem with this jumble of viewpoints is that they all differ in what the word “belief” entails.  Thus, how can two people (with different viewpoints) have any meaningful discussion about belief at all?

BRUTUS: Surely, to argue, we must agree on our definitions beforehand.

ACHILLES: Exactly.  Suppose we are discussing some belief paradox.  We argue for a while, and then we both realize that our understanding of the word “belief” is fundamentally different: you happen to think that belief by definition requires a sentient believer, whereas I disagree.  Since our definitions differ, our discussion about the paradox has little hope of advancing any further.

BRUTUS: I see now.  The same trouble could arise in astronomy.

ACHILLES: Go on.

BRUTUS: Suppose you classify Pluto as a planet, whereas I classify Pluto as a dwarf planet.  Now suppose that a new object X is found in our solar system.  We can hardly be expected to agree on whether or not X is a planet, given our confusion about the term “planet” itself.

[From nasa.gov]

ACHILLES: [Nodding] It would be preferable to have a definition of belief that everyone finds acceptable.  Alice thinks that belief entails qualia, Bob does not; the mere fact that they are arguing about it, though, implies that the word “belief” embodies core concepts that Alice and Bob should be able to agree upon.  Therefore the definition of the word “belief” should embody those core concepts and those core concepts only—and should leave out controversial aspects, such as qualia.

BRUTUS: I understand.

ACHILLES: An analogy is appropriate here.  Imagine a mystical being called the rhinotaur, which means different things to you and me: you think a rhinotaur is half human/half rhinoceros; moreover, you think a rhinotaur horn is made of ivory; I think a rhinotaur is half human/half rhinoceros; moreover, I think a rhinotaur horn is made of keratin.  If your definition (or mine) mentions in any way the composition of a rhinotaur horn, then debates about rhinotaur horns will be difficult for us.  You will say that—by definition—rhinotaur horns are made of ivory; I will say that your definition is invalid, and we will get nowhere.  We have unfortunately ignored the common ground that we share: namely, that rhinotaurs are half rhinoceros, half human, regardless of the composition of their horns.  The solution, of course, is for us to agree that rhinotaurs are defined to be half human, half rhinoceros; we can then debate ad infinitum about what rhinotaur horns are made of without being caught on the (rhinotaur) horns of a dilemma.

BRUTUS: I see.

ACHILLES: So what definition of belief could everyone agree upon?  I suggest that the answer lies in having an operational definition of belief—a definition that makes no statement about, and remains completely neutral, regarding the presence/absence of abstractions such as qualia.  Perhaps such a definition could thereby satisfy even the hardcore “eliminative materialists”, who deny that belief exists.  Surely, if we were to ask an eliminative materialist, “Do you believe that the moon is made of cheese?” then the answer would be “No”, despite our use of the word “believe”.

BRUTUS: Well, in their defense, I would say that when someone denies that “belief” exists, they are not thereby saying that they do not use the word in their everyday lives; they are asserting rather that “belief”—as a concept word in epistemology—does not exist as they interpret its definition.

ACHILLES: What definition?  Show me a giant handbook of agreed-upon philosophy terms.  [BRUTUS shrugs]  But anyway, that is a problem with definitions, not with belief.  Can anyone deny that “belief” is a useful word in English, even if it has no rigorous definition yet in the fields of psychology or philosophy?  In any case such a definition would go a long way toward helping all the various “ists” communicate.

BRUTUS: So your goal, as I understand it, is to build toward an operational definition of belief.

ACHILLES: I think belief is like Pluto: a cold dark object, orbiting on the fringes of epistemology, that is not really what everyone thinks it is.

BRUTUS: All right then.

ACHILLES: Now, before attempting to construct an operational definition of belief, I want to discuss two belief paradoxes that emphasize that our intuitions about beliefs are confused (at best) and nonsensical (at worst).  The first is called the “paradox of the preface” [due to D. Makinson, “Paradox of the preface”, Analysis 25, 205-207 (1965)].  An author writes a book, and makes many statements within that book.  In the process of proofreading, the author checks the factuality of these statements, so that the book can be as accurate as possible.  Suppose that the author makes 100 statements, and she judges the probability of any given statement being true is 99%.  On an individual basis, the author has every reason to believe every one of the statements in her book is true.  However, on balance she will also predict that at least one statement is wrong, with a probability of 1 – (0.99) 100 = 0.634 = 63%.  Does the author therefore believe contradictory things?  Does she believe that the book contains no errors, while at the same time believe that it does contain errors?  Clearly a more rigorous definition of “belief” could help sort this out.

BRUTUS: I agree.

ACHILLES: The second paradox is the so-called “paradox of latent belief”.  Consider the statement “An ostrich can run faster than a physics professor.”  I daresay you have never entertained this thought before, yet I also predict that you believe the statement.  I would even go so far as to say that you believed this statement yesterday.  This is a paradox if you are convinced that beliefs are mental structures that “reside” somehow within your mind.  For, if you never thought about it, how could you have believed it?

BRUTUS: Well, it might be logically possible that within my mind there is a vast matrix, in which every possible statement I could construct with my vocabulary is listed, and been categorized (ahead of time) as believed or disbelieved.

ACHILLES: True, but in reality, the number of “possible statements you could construct with your vocabulary” is actually infinite, because of sentences such as “23 ostriches weigh more than 5 physicists” in which the numbers can be increased without bound.  And in any case, if such a vast matrix did exist, I doubt you have thought about it directly.  You must therefore conclude that there are things you believe that have never entered your consciousness.

BRUTUS: So I agree; maybe a new definition of belief could help resolve this paradox and clarify our thinking.

ACHILLES: Right.  [Stands up from his chair and approaches the whiteboard]  So, can we posit an operational definition of belief that resolves some of these problems?  I think so, but we first need to clarify some terms and notation; we can then define belief as concretely as possible.  [Writes on the whiteboard]

Axiom 1.  Assume that every statement is either true (S), not true (~S), or nonsensical (S?) in a particular context.

In this fanciful notation S? means “S is nonsense”.  For future reference, note that any question about how to categorize a statement as being either true, false, or nonsense, is to be called a question about the “truth of S”.

BRUTUS: This is tangential, but have not some people [e.g. G. Priest, “What is so bad about contradictions?” Journal of Philosophy 95, 410-426 (1998)] tried to introduce bizarre logical categories, such as “true and not true” or “neither true nor not true”?  I think such attempts are called dialetheism.

ACHILLES: I would aggregately classify such statements as “nonsense” for the purposes of our discussion.  By nonsense I simply mean “not exclusively true” and “not exclusively false”, either; I do not mean to dismiss dialetheism out of hand.

BRUTUS: If you want to dismiss such garbage, feel free.

ACHILLES: Nonsensical statements can take many forms: they can superficially appear logical,

All mimsy were the borogoves

or appear utterly baffling

Tpdsbuft jt npsubm

BRUTUS: Where is the Rosetta stone when you need it?

ACHILLES: The second is nonsense because, lacking any context, there is no way to say that it is true or false.  The first is nonsense because “mimsy” and “borogoves” are not defined in English.  It is interesting to note, however, that the second statement might become true to you, if I were to tell you that it is written with a simple substitution cipher, and you were to then decipher it.  Context has changed; nonsense has become truth.

BRUTUS: [Silently translating in his head] Hemlock, right?

ACHILLES: I want to stress that the phrase “in a particular context” in Axiom 1 is important, for the truth of any statement is context-dependent.  By context I mean the full gamut of language, culture, time, place, speaker, listener, and so forth.  So again, to use my favorite joke, “pain” means one thing in English and quite another thing in French.  If I have

F = the “set of all foods”

then the statement

pain ⊂   F

is false in English, true in French, and nonsensical in Klingon. [Of course a speaker of French would have to know the elements of the set F, and also know the meaning of the symbol “⊂”, which means “is a subset of”.]  Or take the statement “Sauron, ruler of Mordor, is a dragon.”  What is the truth of this statement?

BRUTUS: I would say that in the context of Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, the statement is false—Sauron was one of the Maiar, not a dragon—but as a statement about our world, it appears to be nonsense because neither “Sauron” nor “Mordor” nor dragons exist.  [BRUTUS thinks for a moment] Although, on further reflection, the statement could even be true if we were to find a zoo in which the komodo dragon enclave is whimsically called “Mordor” and in which the alpha male has been named Sauron…

ACHILLES: Much trickier is the statement “Sauron does not exist”.

BRUTUS: I would be inclined to say that this is nonsense, since the word “Sauron” has no meaning in our world.

ACHILLES: My response is that the word “Sauron” does have meaning to us.  Specifically, our definition of the word includes a proviso that statements about “Sauron” are to be understood only within the context of Tolkien’s novels.  Thus the statement “Sauron does not exist” really means something like “Sauron, by definition, is a fictional being in the Lord of the Rings, and so does not literally exist in our world.”

BRUTUS: I see.  So in retrospect, then, the previous statement “Sauron, ruler of Mordor, is a dragon” is actually false, not nonsense, because mentioning Sauron and Mordor fixes the context of the statement unambiguously as being within Tolkien’s oeuvre. [Here is an even trickier one for your amusement: is the statement “Batman is one of the X-men” true, false, or nonsense?  Good luck.]

ACHILLES: Correct.  Suppose instead that my friend Will says that “the Sun is a planet”.  If I then say that this is a false belief, I am implying that Will’s definition of a “planet” agrees with mine, but that he is wrong in placing the Sun in this category.  If his definition of “planet” is far enough away from mine, though, then it is not in any sense the same word, so in reality Will is saying something like “the Sun is a klanet”.  In that case I cannot say he is wrong or right unless I can sort out what “klanet” means; if I cannot, then the statement is nonsense.  Basically if we disagree on what “planet” means, then we are speaking different languages, and we have to assume the exact same language in order to make statements about each other’s beliefs.

BRUTUS: Are you saying that language is a requirement for belief?

ACHILLES: I would say, rather, that language—either explicit or implicit—is required to make generalizations about other people’s beliefs.  But I may be wrong.

BRUTUS: It seems we have moved tangentially away from our main discussion.

ACHILLES: It always happens.  But the main idea is to be able to classify statements as being in particular categories

S, ~S, S?

and of course these categories themselves must be rigorously defined.

BRUTUS: I am guessing that the motivation for all this is the idea that a believer is simply something that sorts statements into categories.

ACHILLES: Yes.  This leads us to an “operational definition” of belief:

Axiom 2.  A believer B is anything capable of consistently sorting out arbitrary statements S (in a particular context) into the three categories S, ~S, and S?

The word “consistently” is present because I have in mind a mathematical analogy: a believer is like a function that maps any statement onto a single element in the set {true, false, nonsense}.

BRUTUS: That seems a little restrictive.  I mean, a person can change their beliefs, right?  May I not believe six contradictory things before breakfast?

ACHILLES: My point is that you may, or you may not, depending upon how you define belief.  To me, and in light of Axiom 2, a person who changes their beliefs is thereby not the same believer as before: as an agent—as a truth-deciding algorithm—a person is not the same at time t1 and then later at time t2.

BRUTUS: Wow.

ACHILLES: Why is it so strange?  People with differing beliefs over time are analogous to computers whose programming has changed with additional data.

BRUTUS: I feel like the same person today, as I was yesterday.

ACHILLES: Same person, different believer.  And I have no wish to argue your point: it is a question of mind, of identity; of consciousness.  I will grant that “you” might still be “you” tomorrow, if you could ever define “you” precisely enough—

BRUTUS: Good heavens!

ACHILLES: —and that you are the same person as before, but my definition you are not the same believer.

BRUTUS: Sheesh.  [Absent-mindedly rubs his head]  For the sake of moving this forward, I will accept your definition of a “believer” for now.

ACHILLES: Note that a believer, by this definition, can literally be anything.  I make no mention of persons, entities, agents—such loaded terms are distractions that confuse the issue.  In effect I am advocating a semantic shift from “belief as an action, that also may or may not involve internal abstract mental states and intentions” to simply “belief as an action”.

BRUTUS: That seems sensible.

ACHILLES: Thus when I hear a robot R saying that it “thinks” S is true, I can assert that R believes S, and you will agree with me, regardless of our positions on souls or consciousness or philosophical zombies.  We can then advance our discussion (whatever it concerns) in total agreement about what action (“belief”) has taken place.

BRUTUS: Belief, then, is an action.

ACHILLES: Yes, and it should be operationally defined based on what the verb “to believe” entails:

Axiom 3.  The statement “B believes S” means that B considers S and consistently classifies (for whatever reason) S as true; conversely, the statement “B does not believe S” means that B considers S and consistently classifies (for whatever reason) S as false.

By “consider” I do not intend to imply that B necessarily has any conscious thought, whatever that means.  Rather I mean that B accepts S as input, and produces “S is true” as output.  A believer is then a “black-box” function that maps statements onto a particular range.  If that range has three elements—that is, if we allow statements that are neither exclusively true nor exclusively false—then we must then also admit one final axiom:

Axiom 4.  The statement “B dismisses S” means that B considers S and

consistently classifies (for whatever reason) S as nonsense.

BRUTUS: OK, so you are developing a nice little calculus of belief.  What is the point of all this?

ACHILLES: [Erases half of the whiteboard and begins writing again] Armed with this operational definition of belief, we can now classify right or wrong beliefs into nine possibilities:

 Belief What is actually the case Name S S Correct belief S ~S Incorrect belief S S? Belief in nonsense ~S ~S Correct disbelief ~S S Incorrect disbelief ~S S? Disbelief in nonsense S? S Dismissal of truth S? ~S Dismissal of falsehood S? S? Dismissal of nonsense

Regarding this table, if you hold either a correct belief, a correct disbelief, or a dismissal of nonsense, then you “got the truth of S right”; otherwise you “got the truth of S wrong”.

BRUTUS: Fine.

ACHILLES: Let’s try some examples.  “I believe that ‘The Earth travels around the sun’.”

BRUTUS: A correct belief, surely.  If we are heliocentrists.

ACHILLES: “I believe that ‘Cairo is the capital of France’.”

BRUTUS: Incorrect belief.

ACHILLES: “I do not believe that ‘the mome raths outgrabe’.”

BRUTUS: Hmm.  A disbelief in nonsense, I suppose.

ACHILLES: “I do not believe that ‘Abraham Lincoln was a leprechaun’.”

BRUTUS: Actually, I think he was; but I suppose you want me to say a correct disbelief.

ACHILLES: You see how this goes.

BRUTUS: Let me try one.  What about, “It is nonsense to say that ‘Napoleon was a ballerina’.”  That is a dismissal of falsehood, right?

ACHILLES: Good, good.

BRUTUS: This is an amusing game.  But how does it help us resolve the paradoxes you mentioned earlier?

BRUTUS: The author who thinks that every individual statement in her book is correct, although she also thinks that there is probably one statement which is nevertheless wrong?

ACHILLES: To solve this paradox, let’s focus on the word “consistently” from the operational definition.  If I ask the author, “Does your book contain errors?” she must answer either yes or no, or dismiss the question entirely.  She can vacillate all she likes, but to be a believer by my definition she must be able to consistently answer the question somehow.  To believe that the book literally contains no errors, she must conclude that the “individual” argument (looking at each fact in the book individually) carries more weight than the statistical argument (looking at the book holistically).  If she concludes that the statistical argument is better, than she will believe the book does have errors.  She cannot believe both things and still meet our definition of a believer.

BRUTUS: I am confused.  If she believes there are no errors—consistently, as you say—when she looks at each question individually, then she believes there are no errors, right?  Is that not Axiom #3?

ACHILLES: Be careful.  There are two kinds of statement here, and you can believe one without believing the other.  The first kind of statement is one such as, “Fact #23 is not in error.”  Let’s say the author believes this, since she consistently answers in the affirmative.  On the other hand, there are statements such as “The entire book contains no errors,” which she might not believe.  The “individual argument” and the “holistic argument” are the names I give to two separate decision algorithms for evaluations of statements of this second kind.  The individual argument runs like this: “Individually, I think each statement is true.  Therefore all the statements are true, and the book has no errors.”  The holistic argument is more nuanced: “Individually, I think each statement is true on its own.  However, I know enough statistics to conclude that, on balance, the book should contain at least one error.”  The “consistency” mentioned in Axiom #3 has nothing to do with whether there’s some sort of cognitive dissonance present in this holistic approach—it has to do with whether she can apply her internal algorithms time and again, and make the same decision (about the book as a whole!) each time.

BRUTUS: I am still bothered.

ACHILLES: Let me ask you this.  Do you believe that you will die in a tornado?

BRUTUS:  No.

ACHILLES: And if I point to any arbitrarily chosen person [other than Dr. Jonas Miller], you would say that they probably wouldn’t die in a tornado either.

Poor Jonas.

BRUTUS: Of course not.

ACHILLES: And yet someone will die in a tornado this year, right?  Many people will.

BRUTUS: I see.

ACHILLES: There seems to be an inconsistency here—that’s why we called this a paradox, originally—but it’s not an Axiom #3 inconsistency.  I will consistently say that a tornado won’t get me, and consistently say a tornado will get somebody—so I believe both things.

BRUTUS: Hence, the author believes that each fact is correct, but that there is some fact or facts in the book that are incorrect.

ACHILLES: Yes.  If she’s applying the “holistic” algorithm.

BRUTUS: But what if she cannot make up her mind?

ACHILLES: Internally, she should be able to find some rationale (an algorithm) for choosing yes or no.  Otherwise, I would not classify her as a believer.  To deny that she can choose is to assert that she is literally incapable of reaching a decision in certain situations.

BRUTUS: Well, maybe it is possible to have no opinion on a subject.  That is, maybe it is possible for a believer B to be entirely neutral, and neither believe nor disbelieve some statement S, while at the same time denying that S is nonsense.

ACHILLES: Maybe.  If this is truly the case, then we have two options.  We could say that B is not a believer with regard to FB’s views about F are not beliefs.  Or we could add another logical category to our definition: “B does not dismiss S”.  The choice hardly matters, for the question is one of the semantics of dismissal, not of belief.  I am inclined to choose the former for reasons of simplicity—being unable to choose between two categories strikes me as a form of indecision, not belief—but there is obviously room for further investigation.

BRUTUS: I do not dismiss either option.

ACHILLES: In any case, this situation—not dismissing, but also not believing—is logically possible, but extremely rare.  Suppose someone asks you if you believe Napoleon was a Scorpio.  If you have no knowledge of when Napoleon was born, then you might say you have no way to determine the truth of the claim.  You might hesitate and say that you have no opinion, but this is a cop-out: without any other data, you can still say that Napoleon only has a 1/12 chance of being a Scorpio, and if you were forced to make a decision (perhaps in order to make a wager) then you would logically say “I believe he was not a Scorpio.”

BRUTUS: Still, I do think you can have no opinion.  Let us take Finnish, for example.  I speak Finnish, but you do not.

ACHILLES: Very true.

Sheldon speaks Finnish, too.

BRUTUS: So consider the word hölynpöly.  Surely you will not say you believe anything regarding this word?

ACHILLES: [Laughing] I might say that the word is nonsense to me.  [BRUTUS glares at ACHILLES]  But OK, I see your point.  You’re asking if I believe that “hölynpöly means cow” or if I believe that “hölynpöly means hexagon” or something like that.

BRUTUS: Yes.  Do you believe that hölynpöly means X, where X is any word you like?

ACHILLES: Well, no.  There are so many possible words it could mean that I can’t really believe it means any of them.  Of course, it does mean something.   So it’s the preface paradox all over again.

BRUTUS: But suppose I said it means either cow, or hexagon.

ACHILLES: In that case, in the light of new information, I definitely would say that it meant hexagon.  I am applying everything I know about language and making an educated guess.  The principle in this case is that the longer the word, the more modern the concept; I doubt medieval Finns would have used a four-syllable word for cow.

BRUTUS: You were right in any case.  The Finnish word for cow is lehmä, whereas the word for hexagon is kuusikulmio.  So the shorter word is the cow, as you said.

ACHILLES: And hölynpöly?

BRUTUS: Again, you were right.  Just nonsense.

ACHILLES:  Given any statement S which is not nonsense, there will be ways (algorithms) for any believer B to sort S into the true or false categories.  [Writes on whiteboard] Additionally, a believer’s self-assessment will place a “confidence” between

50% and (100 – ε)%

upon the belief itself.  The reason the confidence will not be less than 50% is that 50% represents the confidence of a belief for which one has no information at all.  That is, if someone asks me a true/false question I have at worst a 50/50 chance of getting it right.

BRUTUS: Now hold on.  If I ask “Do you believe that usko means carrot?” then surely your confidence level is less than 50%?

ACHILLES: Looking at it another way, if one believes S with a confidence of less than 50%, then one really believes ~S with a confidence greater than 50%.  So my response would be, “I do not believe that usko means carrot”, and in that case my confidence level is much higher than 50%.

BRUTUS: What of that strange epsilon notation?

ACHILLES: “(100 – ε)%” is meant to be reminiscent of calculus in which e traditionally indicates a vanishingly small but non-zero amount.  Thus I claim that a rational and honest believer will always admit the possibility, however remote, of being wrong on any question.  This amounts to asserting that all beliefs are fallible beliefs [J. Roorda, “Fallibilism, ambivalence, and belief,” The Journal of Philosophy 94 (3), 126-155 (1997)].  After all, we could just be characters in a Socratic dialogue, forced to say and believe whatever the author has in mind.

BRUTUS: [Looks up, as if expecting the roof to collapse] Well what if your confidence in a belief about the truth of S is literally 50/50, exactly?  Then you could honestly deny that you had a belief about S, could you not?

ACHILLES:  Maybe.  But only in the realm of quantum physics could such a situation arise.  If I perform a Stern-Gerlach experiment on an electron, I will get either the result “1/2” or the result “–1/2”.  The probability of either event is 0.5 exactly, so I logically cannot believe either event will happen.  On the other hand, macroscopic events are never 50/50; even a coin flip will be (slightly) biased because “perfect” coins do not exist.

BRUTUS:  I have heard you say before that you do not believe in God.  What say you now, in light of your “belief” definition?

ACHILLES: One consequence of this discussion is that “agnosticism” is not a belief per se but instead a self-analysis of one’s own beliefs.  If I think that God exists, but I am only 51% sure (and I therefore think that God does not exist with a 49% confidence) then I am in truth a theist, albeit a weak one, because I believe in God, but am very unsure about this belief.  Conversely I am an atheist if I am 51% sure that God does not exist.  In both of these examples I would typically be called in our culture an agnostic, but such a description says nothing about what I believe.  By the operational definition every rational believer is a theist or an atheist to some degree of confidence [cf. R. Dawkins, The God Delusion, (Houghton Mifflin, Boston, 2006) p. 50-51] and I would call agnostic someone who declines to answer a question about the existence of God, for whatever reason.  Usually, there is some social, cultural, or psychological reason for declining to answer, but there is certainly no logical requirement to do so.

BRUTUS: So back to wonderland.  Can I believe contradictory things?

ACHILLES: No, according to the operational definition.

BRUTUS: Example?

ACHILLES: Suppose I memorize the elements of the periodic table sequentially, so that I can say “Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, …” all the way through element 100, Fermium.  Suppose I also “learn” in a book that potassium is element number 20.  I might go years without ever realizing that my “beliefs” about potassium are inconsistent, but one day I recite the periodic table all the way through to potassium, and find that potassium’s atomic number Z is 19, not 20.  What did I believe, and what do I now believe?

BRUTUS: I think I can work this out.  By your operational definition, you did not believe both Z = 19 and Z = 20.  Rather, you believed one or the other, depending upon which number you would have chosen as “more correct” if the discrepancy had ever been brought to your attention.  That is, when you learn that there is an inconsistency, you evaluate all the evidence and decide perhaps that Z = 19 has a higher probability of being true.  In retrospect, you believed that Z = 19 all along, even before you realized that there was any contradiction.

ACHILLES: Good!  Here is another example, which was essentially used as the main plot device in the films The Shop Around the Corner and You’ve Got Mail.  Suppose you have a pen pal that you like, and a neighbor that you dislike.  You then find out that your pen pal is your neighbor.  Do you now like this person X, or not like them?  Upon reflection—or, to put it more bluntly, upon applying certain algorithms—you will no doubt be able to decide one way or the other.  Perhaps you will decide that the pen pal you like is the “real” version of X, and that the neighbor persona was a façade.  In retrospect, then, you liked X all along.

BRUTUS: In retrospect, I disliked both movies all along.

BRUTUS: I believe you.

ACHILLES: Keep in mind that if a believer has more than one “data retrieval” algorithm operating, then to be fair the believer must apply all algorithms, and use a meta-algorithm to choose among them.

BRUTUS: [Arises and approaches the whiteboard himself, borrowing a marker from ACHILLES] I hate to send us along another tangent, but is there not some consilience here between our discussion and Frege’s puzzle [G. Frege, “Über Sinn und Bedeutung,” Zeitschrift für Philosophie und philosophische Kritik C, 25-50 (1892)], in which a statement such as

S1 = “Mark Twain was Samuel Clemens”

is thought to convey something subtly different from

S2 = “Mark Twain was Mark Twain”

even though Mark Twain and Samuel Clemens refer to the same person?  The puzzle is that a person might believe S2 while disbelieving S1—an apparent contradiction.

ACHILLES:  Hmm.  With regard to the operational definition of belief, there is no doubt that a rational believer will always evaluate S2 as true, regardless of how “Mark Twain” is defined.  However, the evaluation of S1 will depend upon both the definitions of “Mark Twain” and “Samuel Clemens”.

BRUTUS: [Sitting back down] Of course.

ACHILLES: If one recognizes the two names as being synonymous, then one cannot rationally accept S2 while denying S1.

BRUTUS: But therein lies a dilemma for some: S1 and S2 feel different in some intangible sense…

ACHILLES: My decidedly mathematical view is that S2 is a tautology like “X = X”, true no matter what X is.  It therefore conveys no information whatsoever.  S1, however, is like “X = Y”, and conveys information: it may or may not be true, depending upon what X and Y are.

BRUTUS: Interesting.  You are saying that a statement such as “X=X”, which is always true, conveys less information than a statement such as “X=Y”, which might even be wrong!

ACHILLES: Makes sense to me.   A tautology is always true, so it really says nothing at all.  It is a subtle form of nonsense.  In the words of physicist Wolfgang Pauli, such nonsense is “not even wrong.” [R. Peierls, “Wolfgang Ernst Pauli, 1900-1958,” Biographical Memoirs of Fellows of the Royal Society 5, 186 (1960)]

BRUTUS: But what about the paradox of latent belief?  “An ostrich can run faster than a physics professor”?

ACHILLES: In light of the operational definition, the “paradox” of latent belief now ceases to be a paradox at all.  If a believer possesses a truth-sorting algorithm regarding S, then that believer can be said to believe something about S even before the algorithm is applied.  The consistency restriction guarantees that this “black-box” processing will give the same result time and again.  It hardly matters whether the believer is himself cognizant of the final outcome.

BRUTUS: Seems reasonable.

ACHILLES: Latent beliefs are much more common than people realize.  The truth is that much of what we “believe” cannot be recalled instantly, or even quickly; the beliefs must be “brought to the fore” by applying some algorithm.  For example, if someone asks me “Which letter of the alphabet is ‘J’?” I can consistently answer, but to figure it out I have to run through the alphabet “A = 1, B = 2, C = 3,…” to the tune of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” and eventually get that J = 10.  There is a time delay in the application of my alphabet algorithm, around 4 seconds, but it is clear that even beforehand I “believed” that J = 10.  Other beliefs might take much longer to process.  I believe that 16,184 ÷ 17 = 952, but only because I can consistently find this quotient through long division.  I believe that Franklin Pierce was the 14th American president, because I have memorized the presidents in order and can list them sequentially.  On the other hand, if I am given a hopelessly difficult problem, and cannot consistently reproduce the same answer, then I cannot said to be a believer with respect to that problem.

BRUTUS: I still have a strong objection to your operational definition: it forces us to admit that inanimate objects are capable of “belief”.  If belief (as you say) is nothing more than a sorting action, a classification-into-categories, then surely a suitably chosen machine could perform such a task?  Therefore such a machine could, according to you, believe.  The idea is troubling.

ACHILLES: Sure, but remember that I am proposing a cognitive shift to “belief as an action” and trying to strip away all qualia.  Even if this makes you uncomfortable, the shift is justified if it proves useful.

BRUTUS: Useful, how?

ACHILLES: We asked earlier if an alien could believe something, or a chimpanzee, or a cat.  By my definition the answer is yes, for each of these beings can certainly sort “statements” into categories either explicitly (through language) or implicitly (through actions).  When a cat sniffs a rock and then a piece of salmon, and then starts to eat the salmon, the cat has “asserted” without language that a rock is not edible but that salmon is edible.  The cat “believes” that rocks are inedible.  It does not matter that the cat may or may not have the notion of “edibleness” in its mind.  I think of this as a qualified interpretational viewpoint: from a practical standpoint, we cannot know that a cat believes anything without observing the cat (since the cat lacks a common language with us).  At the same time, we can observe that the cat makes the same decision consistently time and again, which means that the cat still believes something.  The cat is a consistent sorting algorithm.

BRUTUS: Well, surely a computer cannot “believe” anything, since it is not self-aware, whereas maybe a cat at least has some limited self-awareness.

ACHILLES: That’s an invalid point if you accept the operational definition, which doesn’t mention self-awareness in any way.

BRUTUS: But the distinction remains important to me, somehow.

ACHILLES:  Fine: then you could easily differentiate between “automated” and “sentient” beliefs if you like.  I feel that this is a distraction, and would prefer to designate both types of believers, together, as just “believers”.

BRUTUS: What of free will?

ACHILLES: Belief is not something anyone has control over; free will, whether it exists, or not, is of no consequence.  This follows from the operational definition.  You cannot exercise free will to consciously choose one belief over another, because that violates the “consistently” constraint.  For, suppose you always have the freedom to choose to believe S.  Tomorrow you may very well use that same free will to “believe” ~S.  But this is inconsistent—to be a consistent believer, you cannot have any free will as far as your beliefs are concerned.

BRUTUS: I still maintain that I have free will.

ACHILLES: Great.  But it doesn’t affect your beliefs.  You can’t choose to believe that 2+2=5, can you?  I am sure you disbelieve it, and no amount of free will can change that.

BRUTUS: I choose to believe in God.

ACHILLES: No, you believe in God, because that’s the way your brain is wired.  You don’t really have a choice.

BRUTUS: Somehow, a discussion of belief has turned cold, hard, calculating.  You say that I have no choice about what I believe.  But maybe I can use free will to change my beliefs:  I want to believe in God, so I look for evidence of His majesty—

ACHILLES: And I want to believe in life after death.  But wanting doesn’t make it so.

BRUTUS: But beliefs can be changed, right?

ACHILLES: Yes, I suppose.  Maybe I can immerse myself in a religion to try and “change” my beliefs.  This amounts to “reprogramming” the belief algorithms by which I decide the truth of propositions.

BRUTUS: Yes.

ACHILLES: I guess there are situations where we would expect this to work.  I allow myself to be brainwashed; I now believe things I did not believe before.  [BRUTUS winces]  A less drastic example involves education.  A student may not believe in the truth of Einstein’s special relativity; it seems intuitively wrong.  But then the student is initiated into the culture/knowledge base of physics, and gets his PhD. [R. Peters, “Education as initiation,” in Archambault, R. (ed.) Philosophical Analysis and Education (pp. 87-111).  (Routledge and Kegan Paul, London, 1965)]  In so doing his “beliefs” have changed: he now “believes” in special relativity.

BRUTUS:  So your point is that you cannot choose to believe something at this moment (and still be the same believer).  However, you can choose to re-wire your own brain in the hopes that it will lead you to believe something else.  What you have chosen, then, is to become a different believer.

ACHILLES: That seems a cogent summary of my views.

BRUTUS:  [Sighs] So what, then, is your final point?

ACHILLES: I have argued that belief is a concept that should be operationally defined, and have attempted such a definition.  The key is to strip away abstractions, and focus instead on belief as an action.

BRUTUS: Quine [W. V. O. Quine and J. S. Ullian, The Web of Belief.  (Random House, New York, 1970] says that we hold many beliefs, that these beliefs reinforce one another, and that they exist in an inter-connected network.  Thus new data/observations that affect one belief can in fact affect them all.

ACHILLES: The same is clearly true for science and philosophy in general.  With the operational definition of belief, the whole body of human knowledge K is seen to itself be a believer, because the collective K can be used to sort facts into true/false categories.  In turn, epistemology is seen to be the search for functions or algorithms that tap into K to reach conclusions.  Seen in this light, a discussion such as ours is just one strand in the web, and may or may not pull believers (such as you or me) in unexpected ways.

BRUTUS: But as to my original question…?

ACHILLES: [Sitting back down] Which was?

BRUTUS: Well, I asked if you really do believe in the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics.

ACHILLES: Oh, that.  Yes, I do believe it.  With a confidence level of about 51%.

BRUTUS: No very sure of yourself, are you?

ACHILLES: [Winking]  Hey, with usko there’s always epäilen.

BRUTUS: [Muttering] Hölynpöly.

[Note: this dialogue is an outtake from my book  Why Is There Anything? which is now available for download on the Kindle.  It had to be removed from the book because it was only tangentially relevant to that book’s main point.]

## Can pessimism be comforting?

I don’t like to fly.

I will do it; I have flown dozens of times before; I will do it again.  But I don’t particularly enjoy the experience.  It has nothing to do with the perceived risk of flying…I know, of course, that driving on the highway is much, much more dangerous than getting into an airplane.  No, I don’t like to fly because it seems to me a particularly stressful way to die.  Seeing the wing shear off, then having the plane spiral down, gradually…

I don’t really want to talk about flying today.  What I want to talk about is a paradox that I discovered recently.  The paradox is this: the knowledge that magic is non-existent, that the universe is indifferent, that you are not special in the grand scheme of things—that knowledge can be both a comfort and a source of fear, simultaneously.  And that’s weird to me.  Shouldn’t one’s beliefs comfort you, or not comfort you, as the case may be?

Let’s say that you do think that you’re special, that you were meant for some grand purpose.  This would certainly be a comfort if you were afraid of flying.  After all, you’d say to yourself “why should I be afraid to get into an airplane?  It won’t crash—I’m special somehow!”

Now, suppose you are superstitious, and think you are special in the opposite way: you think you’re cursed, that the world is out to get you, that God hates you, whatever.  I bet that your beliefs don’t make flying a fun experience.

But what about me?  I am a physicist, a determinist, an agnostic, a free thinker.  You know how some people describe themselves as spiritual?  Whatever the opposite of spiritual is, I am that.  There’s no guardian angel watching over my shoulder; I was not meant for some higher destiny, and the universe doesn’t care about me one way or the other.  Given such beliefs, should I be comforted when I get on a plane, or not comforted?  Therein lies the paradox.

When I get on a plane, I often start thinking, “the wing’s going to rip off in mid-flight, I just know it…that would just be my luck…you just know I’m going to be on that one-in-a-million flight that crashes into the Grand Canyon.”  But then I comfort myself by saying “there’s no such thing as ‘being unlucky’.  I am no more likely than anyone else to be on an ill-fated Grand Canyon flight.  So I should take comfort, because objectively, plane crashes are really rather rare.”

The problem is, my beliefs also make me more nervous at times.  “There is no guardian angel.  I am not remarkable in any way, so I can’t be comforted by the idea that I am somehow special.  Planes sometimes crash, and there’s certainly a chance that I will be on such a flight.”

So: should I be comforted, or not comforted?

I should be comforted if I think (in some deep recess of my brain) that there really is something called bad luck, and that I really am “cursed” in some way, because when I remember that this is nonsense, I will feel better…my belief has erased a sense of foreboding that I was irrationally experiencing.

I should not be comforted if I think (in some deep recess of my brain) that there really is something called destiny, and that I really am “blessed” in some way, and that I was meant for some higher purpose than disintegration in a smoldering pile of twisted metal, because when I remember that this is nonsense, I will feel worse…my belief has erased a sense of protection and comfort that I was irrationally experiencing.

So again: should I be comforted, or not comforted?

Well, which is greater?  (1) My irrational belief (that everyone has to some degree) that I am cursed in some way, and that there is a “doom” hanging over me… or (2) my irrational belief (that everyone has to some degree) that I am blessed in some way, and that I was meant for something more?  In the first case (the pessimistic case) I should be comforted when I come to my senses, and in the second case (the optimistic case) I should be more worried when I come to my senses.

1. Pessimists are comforted when they remember that the universe is indifferent;
2. Optimists are more worried when they remember that the universe is indifferent.

On balance, I am an optimist, which means my deterministic world view gives me even less comfort than it should.

Of course, given the fact that I am an optimist, I am comforted by the fact that there’s probably something wrong with my analysis.  Only, wouldn’t that make me a pessimist?  I’m so confused…

[Image is from the movie Flight (2012), directed by Robert Zemeckis.  It’s a good movie.  You should watch it.]

## Identical particles and Swampman, or: How I learned to stop worrying and not procrastinate

There is a principle in physics which says that, essentially, if two things are entirely indistinguishable, then you might as well call them the same thing.  There is even a branch of statistics (Bose-Einstein statistics) which is based on this principle.

Now, the meaning of the word “indistinguishable” has a very specific meaning in this context.  In physics, two things are indistinguishable if they cannot be distinguished no matter what anyone does.  That is, they cannot be told apart even in principle.  If there is a way to tell two things apart, then “regular” statistics holds; but if they truly are indistinguishable then they obey the much less intuitive Bose-Einstein statistics mentioned previously.

(As an aside, and entirely as a speculative exercise, one could argue that the existence of particles which clearly do obey Bose-Einstein statistics means that either (1) there is no God, or (2) there are things that even God cannot do—such as distinguish such particles—because if God could distinguish them then why do they obey Bose-Einstein statistics in the first place?  But that sounds like an idea for a later blog post…)

As an example, suppose a photon is absorbed by an atom, and the atom subsequently emits another photon of the exact same frequency and polarization.  One could say that a photon was absorbed and then the same photon was re-emitted; or one could say that a photon was absorbed (and destroyed) and then a completely different but identical photon was emitted.  The principle of identical particles says that these two cases are equivalent.  Neither one is right, or wrong.  Whichever you choose to believe is a matter of taste.  There is no experiment that even God could do that would tell you which was “right” and which was “wrong”, so why worry about it?  They represent the same thing.

Suppose two identical particles interact.  Initially they are traveling South and East, respectively, and interact at the origin:

We can’t see what “actually” happens at the origin.  After the collision they are traveling South and East again.  If that’s all you know, and all you could know, then which of the following cases is correct?

Case 1.  They passed right through each other without actually interacting:

Case 2.  They each turned 90° and switched roles, so to speak:

A physicist would say that these are identical situations, as long as no one, not even God, is allowed to look under the veil.  And the distinction isn’t just semantic: if the particles are distinguishable, and these two cases really do represent two distinct physical possibilities, then the statistics of what we observe in such situations will be different.

Now, what in the world does this have to do with philosophy?

I’ve often felt that philosophy could stand to have a similar principle.  Well, fine, let’s just do it.  Let’s just make the following hypothesis:

If two things are indistinguishable even in principle, then they are the same.

Now I’d like to apply this principle to what I call the “Next morning” paradox but which is virtually identical to the Swampman paradox of Donald Davidson.  Suppose I go to sleep tonight and enter a deep sleep (so that I am not even dreaming).  And suppose that during this time of unconsciousness my body spontaneously disintegrates, and just happens to be replaced with an identical one: identical in every way, including the position of every molecule.  (Of course, you might try to cite Heisenberg here and say you could never make a body exactly like a previous one, because there’s always some uncertainty in position and/or momentum.  But, as in the original Swampman example, we assume that luck prevails: just by random chance the atoms are all found in the same way.)  This new version of “me” wakes up, lives his life, and no one (not even the new me) has any idea that anything has transpired.

Davidson and others contend that the new me is not “me” at all, even though no one could tell the difference.  They say that there is some intangible spark that can never be quantified that somehow still distinguishes yesterday’s me and today’s me.  That is, the difference between the two me’s is magic.  I find this ludicrous.

Any being that has all of your physical properties, and more importantly, all of your mental properties and memories, is you.  This may bother some, because it implies that more than one “me” can exist simultaneously; after all, we could make an exact replica of me and leave the old me intact.  Well, who cares?  As a many worlds adherent, I guess it’s not surprising I wouldn’t be bothered by such a scenario at all.

I find these ideas so obvious that it’s almost difficult for me to convey the ideas without screaming internally.  The principle has its beginnings in physics, but I find it applicable here: if x and y are indistinguishable even in principle, then x = y.  End of story.  I frankly have no idea why anyone takes Davidson’s ideas seriously anymore.

Think of it this way:  suppose you knew you were going to be killed, but that an exact replica of you would be put in your place, and have all your memories, and live your life.  On a visceral level, you’d probably be upset: “you” would live on, but it wouldn’t really be “you”.  This is the developmental stage that Davidson is stuck in.

My response: that scenario might have happened last night.  You might actually have died, and been replaced.  No big deal, right?  In fact, it might be true that everyone dies, every single night, and is always replaced by a perfect simulacrum.  The important point is that you could never know.  No one would know.  The universe would appear exactly the same.  We might as well take these two cases (that we are replaced, or that we are not) as being operationally identical.  For all intents and purposes, you can assume that every night you die, and that in the morning a different version of you is created with the same memories, that will act exactly as you would have acted.  Because this way of looking at things is really identical to the way we normally perceive reality, there can be no harm in thinking this way.  In fact, thinking this way may very well lead to insights and attitudes that you wouldn’t have had before.

I find this idea strangely liberating.  Each “me”, every day, can be thought of as a different person, related to me, and sharing some of my qualities, but separated both by time and space.  And we’ve come now to the final point of this post: how I learned to stop procrastinating.  For when you think of future selves as being entirely different people (which, in some sense, they are) then you can start thinking about doing favors for your future selves.

I don’t want to clean the kitchen now.  I could procrastinate.  However, to do so would be doing a disservice to “future me.”  Why not clean the kitchen today, and do a favor to my future self?  It’s no different than doing the dishes as a favor to your spouse, or mowing a lawn as a favor to a friend.  Your future self will appreciate it, and be grateful for your thoughtfulness.

For, if you’re a nice person, and enjoy helping others, why not put your future self in that category?  Treat your future self as a fully formed, thinking, rational person, with thoughts and feelings and aspirations and concerns.  It’s easier to do this if you actually think of a future self as a different person entirely.  Then, it will be easier to do a favor for this person, be nice to them, care for them, sacrifice for them.  When seen in this light, procrastination is just a form of selfishness.  Would you get drunk if you knew someone else, a random person somewhere, would have a terrible hangover because of your actions?  I’d hope that most people would not.  And yet, “Saturday morning you” is a person, just like “Friday night you” is.  So why be so selfish?  Why have that tequila?

I am not trained as a philosopher, although I have published works on the philosophy of quantum mechanics.  Nevertheless, I don’t think philosophy is the exclusive playground of those with philosophy PhD’s.  As this example shows, something as abstract as Bose-Einstein statistics can inform “traditional” philosophical questions such as the existence of God, the mind/brain problem, and philosophical zombies.  My intent here is to get people thinking, discussing, evaluating.  Science and philosophy are not enemies.  They’re frenemies.  Let’s hope they continue to play together in the sandbox.

## Hello worlds!

I don’t think the general public is aware that, among theoretical physicists, the many-worlds interpretation (MWI) of quantum mechanics has become almost mainstream.  (See, for example, this article by Max Tegmark.)  This means, basically, that there are a large number of very, very smart people who take the idea of “other” universes seriously.

Maybe you are one of these people.  Maybe you found this blog by googling “many worlds theory” and ended up here.

So, you ask, will this blog be devoted to the “Many Worlds Theory”?  Yes and no.  Yes, in the sense that I am a theoretical physicist, who has published work (such as this) on the weirdness of quantum mechanics.  And yes, I will occasionally post on topics that relate to MWI (such as quantum interference, the philosophy of science, the existence of the universe, and whether Jet Li’s performance in The One was Oscar-worthy.)

But also, no, in the sense that I won’t always devote this blog to quantum physics.  After all, the blog is called “Many Worlds Theory”, and not the arguably more correct many-worlds interpretation or Everett’s relative state formulation or universally-valid quantum mechanics.  By “worlds” I mean not only parallel universes, but things that interest me.  Sounds self-centered, right?  Kinda personal?

Well, it is a blog.  Isn’t it supposed to be personal?

My interests include, in no particular order: recreational mathematics, classical music, philosophy, politics, games of all kinds, science fiction, history, the ouvroir de littérature potentielle movement, movies, sports…(I’ll stop before this too closely resembles an ad on a dating website.  Maybe it’s already too late for that.  Anyway, I’m very happily married, thank you very much.)

Ultimately, this blog will be devoted to examining topics using a scientific mindset.  Let’s get one thing clear from the start: I believe that it is only through science that we have learned anything about the world.  My goal is to have this theme come through in all my posts.  Sure, I might discuss the Higgs boson, the Heisenberg uncertainty principle, Berry’s geometric phase, or other physics stuff.  But even when I discuss something non-scientific like Honey Boo Boo or Deepak Chopra or the Carolina Panthers or economics, I hope to stick to facts, and what can be demonstrated through logic.  If I write a blog about how soccer is a boring sport, rest assured that I will give you reasons as to why it is boring, and cite the source(s) of my claims.

Of course, there is another universe in which this blog is devoted to how great soccer is.

Good thing we’re not in that universe.

[Note: my book Why Is There Anything? is now available for download on the Kindle!]