Archive for 2025

The Rise of Consciousness

Monday, April 28th, 2025

Consciousness is the product of a long series of adaptations.

And when we think of those many adaptations, and how they are coordinated and integrated, perhaps the first word that should first come to our minds is ‘Meta’.

Meta – indicating a higher level of abstraction or a perspective that transcends the original subject.

To make sense of this meta idea, let’s go back in time and visualize an early ‘meta’ in operation.

Imagine a simple, hypothetical creature standing before us; and this creature has two instincts.

One says, “See food, go eat it.”

And the other says, “See predator, run.”

Each of these reactions works quite well in isolation.

But what happens when the creature encounters food and a predator at the same time?

In the worst case, it becomes paralyzed; caught between its two reactions; and it gets eaten.

What’s missing for this creature is something that mediates; something at a higher level than its two conflicting instincts; something which can resolve the conflict in such a way that maximizes the creature’s survival.

      (meta level)    | decider|    —-> survival maximizing decision
                      ————--------
      (action level)  | eat | run |

Meta levels are adaptations. And like every adaptation, they occur thru chance mutations or copying errors. And they are only conserved in the creature’s gene pool if they serve to improve its success at survival and propagation

Our ‘eat or run’ thought experiment was a simple example of a meta level. But such mediating meta levels are fundamental and they are present everywhere in biological entities.

In our example, an effective meta level would almost certainly have urged the creature to run; regardless of whether food was present or not. Survival being more important than hunger’s cessation.

The problems that meta levels evolve to solve occur over and over again in biology. And the most important of those problems always involves survival and propagation.

But our thought experiment is not done.

Consider now the issue of how the creature runs. If it always runs in a straight line to safety, then that’s repeating pattern which a predator can observe and learn from.

And soon the observant predator becomes more effective at predicting where the running creature is going, then it will get better at catching its prey and its survival will improve.

This is a back and forth contest which will flip again and again as the survival of the fittest contests kick in on both sides of the predator/prey dual.

Soon, new prey, whose meta levels now urge them to run in less predictable patterns, will begin to manifest better survival rates. And their new, successful meta level urgings will, again, be conserved into their long-term gene pools.

But of course, the predators are doing the same thing. This is, after all, an endless ongoing arms race.

As we observed a moment ago, for prey, reducing predictability increases survival. On the other side, for predators, an improved ability to observe patterns increases their survival rate.

Now, combine those observations with the fact that the inherent nature of evolution, over time, is to create creatures of greater and greater complexity.

A prediction is a judgement made now about what will happen in the future.

But, as complexity increases, the usefulness of predictions decreases. This is because prey increasingly strive not to be predictable while predators work harder and harder to make useful predictions.

The net of those competing trends push the contests into ‘real-time’ on both sides.

Real-time, direct observations, without pre-judgements involved about what is happening begin to be the new currency of survival.

Instincts, hard-wired reactions, behavioral patterns and anything which is predictable all diminish in their usefulness as both prey and predator grow more sophisticated.

But, what then is a creature which has abandoned predictions and predictive behaviors for the real-time immediate?

Such a creature is biology which has become conscious.

It has evolved a yet higher meta level which now engages seamlessly with the immediate environment around it in order for it to respond in real-time to the unpredictable arisings before it.

A Tribute

Thursday, April 24th, 2025

I lost a good friend last October. He was a French/American named Gerry Briggs living in Paris. But, in spite of the distances, we shared our lives and stories with mutual interest and respect for many years.

He was older than I by a generation and a wealthy man to boot. But neither of those were important. What was important was the urge to share our stories and to be interested in the other’s.

I’ve missed him in the months since he passed. But occasionally, among my music, a song called ‘Une Belle Histoire’ by Zoë comes up and it stops me in my tracks each time.

The song is quintessentially French and it never fails to call him into my mind. I’ve realized now, belatedly, that much of my affection for France was due to him living there.

I recall how he loaned Colette and I a small room in the garret of his building for three months back in 2013 and we had the freedom to roam the City of Lights for those months. And, in the years that followed, how he came here to New Zealand and how we visited him, repeatedly, when we traveled to Europe.

Mortality is not an easy thing to cope with. And his passing has brought this home to me. I’ve lost friends before. But, perhaps, none so close. Someone whose inner realities I’d shared as a friend and confident.

You are missed, my friend.

25-04-12 – by the light

Saturday, April 12th, 2025

I was reading a article in the on-line Aeon Magazine this morning called, “By the light of Brahman”.

Its first assertion was that Brahman is the universal consciousness which comprises everything and that our individual consciousnesses are local instantiations of Brahman which are immanent in all living things as Atman, the individual ego or self.

I’ve often reflected that we, recently evolved creatures that we are, do not like the simple fact that we are mortal and transitory. And, to ameliorate the inherent meaninglessness of this situation, we tend to favor explanatory scenarios in which “it isn’t so”.

And the idea that our Atman consciousnesses are simply small local reflections of a universal Brahman consciousness ensures, and assures us, that we are part of something greater and more meaningful.

Am I suspicious? Yes.

As the article continued, it broached the subject of David Chalmer’s 1995 “Hard Problem” of consciousness.

In the article, it says:

“The hard problem emerges when we try to explain what it’s like to have a conscious experience of a tree.”

I found myself thinking that the fact that we can ask a question does not create a requirement that the question must have an answer. I could, for example, ask, “What does a square circle look like?”

But, in spite of that quibble with Chalmer’s Hard Problem, I think the deeper answer, or more telling resolution, lies elsewhere.

We can imagine that, over time in evolution, the adaptations, born of survival of the fittest contests, grow more and more complex and continue to replace or layer over each other.

And we can project this vision of gathering complexity into the future and imagine the creation of ever more complex creatures, as millions and millions of years pass, until we, ourselves, have finally arisen.

But, the fact that we can imagine a general principle repeating like that does not mean that we can understand a specific instantiation of the principle after many, many repeats.

I wrote a poem sometime ago on this subject. It goes like this:


That which can imagine things
is ever so much less
than that which evolved to allow it to
imagine things.

Consider the 3.5 billion years of evolution
which created all the machinery and complexity
that allows you to have even the smallest
self-awareness that you exist.

gallagher
25Jul23
Stockholm


If you touch your forefinger to the tip of your nose (go ahead and do it now) it seems very easy; the simplest thing ever.

But in truth you have little or no idea of all the invisible complexity that automatically came into play within your brain and body, and below any conscious awareness of yours, to accomplish that small feat.

In the same way, Chalmer’s question about what it’s like to have a conscious experience is far, far beyond our ken. Thus, just because we can pose a question like that does not mean we can answer it.

The Stop

Tuesday, April 8th, 2025

Today, I looked across the river from a table in the outside patio of a restaurant/bar here in Christchurch, New Zealand.

Around me was all the normal noise of such a place. People talking, ladies in a hen party, all wearing Mexican hats, passing by in a group; laughing. The river walkway in front of us was full of passing people.

I was relaxed. And my partner and I were talking sporadically about nothing much. We were enjoying the ambiance of the place on a lazy Saturday afternoon.

In a idle thought, I’d remembered what I’d been reading earlier in a book by D.T. Suzuki about Zen. A very hard thing to understand or ‘get’; given that the words and concepts that one might use to explain it are basically anathema to what it is. I’d seen Suzuki trying to scale that impossible wall over and over in my reading.

Then I glanced across the river at the trees on the other side. And I was amazed to see that they were standing ?????? ??? ????????; as if I’d suddenly discovered them in an eternal moment that I’d only just noticed.

The noise around me continued and all visuals were still present; as was the view across the river. But the trees and the grass I was seeing over there were profoundly different.

It was as if I was watching a movie and suddenly I could ???? see the unchanging screen beneath the movements and changes in the movie.

The normal world around me was still flickering with change and impermanence. But on the other side of the river …. I don’t know what can be said about the other side … except that its ‘is-ness’ was utterly simple and inconceivably immediate.

I knew directly, somehow, that if I did anything other than remain open to what I was seeing, that the vision would vanish into the ever present obscuring world of thoughts and concepts.

I looked away and then back again several times. And each time the profound screen beneath the movie presented itself behind the tumult.

Obvious beyond any qualification. It was a ground of being there behind all the shifting impressions and ideas born of cognition. And all I had to do was look.

I returned to my Margarita and Ceviche and gazed at my partner across the table. The afternoon already had a deep sense of peace to it – and it still did. But now there seemed to be an almost magical quality to it. I turned and gazed across the river several more times as we sat there.

As we sat, I savored the peace and love of the material, human word-oriented world with all of its ever moving parts and interpretations.

I could feel the warmth of my partner’s gaze and her love. And those blessings, and the taste of the Ceviche, were all clearly there and giving me pleasure.

But something else had been given to me there as well. I am such a deeply lucky man in this life.