Free Speech 2

All the BS talk about free speech in social media made me think of a sad but all too true matter of fact. My local newspaper, owned by a conglomerate that operates “local” newspapers throughout the southeast of Pennsylvania, has a strict policy that it will not accept nor publish letters that express any criticism of the management of the newspaper.

The stricture is very broad. I’ve had letters summarily rejected because I’ve pointed out the grammatical and logical solecisms that appear in the paper. Just today, for instance, a column headed “Today’s birthdays” begins with the following entry: “1547—England’s King Henry VIII died at age 55.” As errors go, that’s not in the range of a Mount Everest; but it is ridiculously stupid and as good as erases whatever seriousness the paper might lay claim to.

 

Still, I’ve never thought of the paper’s policy as being in restriction of free speech. It’s a private enterprise, after all, and its owners can choose to publish what they decide to publish and exclude what they decide to exclude. So too printing presses, magazines, journals, encyclopedias, radio stations, TV channels . . . all of them are guided by editorial principles that are congenial to the owners’ point of view.

 

When Zuckerberg or Musk make the argument that they will not allow fact checkers to vet the posting on their online versions of publications, I am therefore more than skeptical. It’s obvious that the rejection of fact checking is entirely partial. If I were famous enough to be followed by several million Twitter users, and if with such a following I were to ridicule Musk, I know that I would be banned. So much for free speech—except that it seems to me entirely within Musk’s right to censor his site. So too Zuckerberg and any other owner of a private publication of any sort.

 

The First Amendment is crystal clear: “Congress shall make no law . . . abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press.” The key term in the amendment is “Congress,” and because the power to make laws is explicitly the purview of Congress, the point extends to the government as a whole. In short, then, the government of the United States is constitutionally prohibited from abridging the freedom of speech or of the press.

 

It's not Zuckerberg or Musk who are prohibited from silencing speech, in other words. It is the government. In light of that fact, therefore, the newly imposed restrictions on the speech of government agencies and employees strikes me as profoundly unconstitutional. There can be no reference in government documents to “woke,” as they call it, issues, like gay rights or the historical contributions of Black Americans or climate change, or anything that troubles the buzzing brains of the president’s MAGA acolytes.

 

Where does the right of the government to censor speech come from? Is that not simply an unconstitutional prohibition? And if we simply let that unconstitutional act slide by, what other unconstitutional act will we accept?

Tin Foil and Meaning

All the recent brouhaha about the flock of drones besieging New Jersey, and more generally the east coast, produces some real winners. It is an alien mother ship sending out scouting vessels. It is a foreign power whose mother ship is just off the Atlantic coast. It is a cabal of our own government and technology companies preparing us for a complete take over. It is . . . . Fill in your own blank to give it meaning beyond the probable truth, that some jokers in Jersey and other places on the coast are whooping it up over the trick they’ve pulled off.

Those “explanations” of the phenomenon are much like the “explanations” that come from all the tin-foil hat conspiracy theories. The commonplace, the everyday, the ordinary, the events that deserve no explanation because they are simply random accidents in the flux of experience—all of them become grist for the mill. Pennsylvania law does not allow counting of mail-in ballots before the polls close on election day—therefore the surge of votes that comes late on the day after election day must be an attempt to steal the vote. Area 51 is top secret because it’s where the armed forces develop their most advanced weapons system—but obviously the secrecy means that there are captured spaceships from alien cultures that are being reverse-engineered to produce those weapons system. Photographic evidence for Big Foot, for Nessie, for Chupacabras, for . . . is available and denying it is obviously the government denying truth. And so it goes, as Kurt Vonnegut might say.

The phenomenon reminds me of a chapter, “Serpents and Skulls,” number 3.1.2 in Italo Calvino’s complex arrangement of experience in his Mr. Palomar, a book—novel? collection of stories? meditations?—that should be read repeatedly by every human. The numbers indicate that the chapter is meditative (3), but about sensory experience (1) in a social context (2).

Because Calvino invites it, I’ll be using terminology from Ferdinand de Saussure’s great invention of structural linguistics, and so I want to define four of the terms that Saussure deploys. The first is “signifier,” by which he means any sensory experience, whether aural, visual, or tactile. Saussure says that signifiers bind to “signifieds,” by which he means some conventional concept that denotes the sensory experience. So, he says, a visual image such as this

is bound to the concept “dog,” and we can speak of dogs without having recourse to the visual image and conversely when we hear or read “dog” we have the visual, olfactory, tactile, auditory experiences that the concept entails. The bound duality, sensory experience/concept, says Saussure, is a “sign.” Finally, Saussure posits that the meaning of signs depends entirely on the system of signification within which the sign appears. What that means is that the meaning of any sign is conditional on the system within which it appears. It doesn’t mean that the binding of the sensory experience to the concept is variable. The sign remains the same regardless of the system in which it appears. Rather the meaning of the sign is absolutely variable. So, for instance, in English a good buddy can be your “dog,” and no insult is understood. But in French, to call that same buddy a “chien,” the French word that denotes the sign, a dog, is definitely an insult. The meaning of the sign depends on the system in which it appears. So in what follows expect signifier, signified, sign, and system of signification.

“Serpents and Skulls” begins as Mr. Palomar visits a Toltec temple located in Mexico. He is guided by a learned friend through the collection of sculpted reliefs, sculpted columns, and chac-mools—free-standing statues—that constitute the decorations, if that is what they are, of the structure. They are the signifiers that Mr. Palomar and his friend encounter. The signifiers in the reliefs express a language that has been completely lost in the passage of time since the Toltecs disappeared. In effect, then, the signifiers are unattached to any signified. There is, therefore, no concept to which the signifier can be bound, and without the system of signification that is Toltec language and culture, there is no way that the meaning of the images can be deciphered. Nonetheless Palomar’s friend, “an impassioned and eloquent expert on pre-Columbian civilizations,” expresses what the images must be and what they mean.

 

The language that the learned friend uses indicates whence the explanations derive. He tells Mr. Palomar that the temple they’re visiting is “a step pyramid.” He notes that at the top of the temple stand four “caryatids,” and that those figures are known as “Atlases.” The narrative voice—one of the glories of Mr. Palomar, points out that “All this has to be taken of faith,” but the friend’s methodology is obvious: each Toltec visual experience becomes meaningful only as it is subsumed in a European category. Europe becomes the system of signification that the friend applies even though the linguistic and cultural vacuum in which those signifiers now exists makes the cognitive content as well as the meaning of each image entirely undetermined and undeterminable.

 

The problem is infinitely complex because, says the narrator, “In Mexican archeology every statue, every object, every detail of a bas-relief stands for something that stands for something else that stands, in turn, for yet another something.” From the perspective of the modern human, all of those visual experiences amount to nothing more than a series of accidental collocations of signifiers without any signified in sight. In practice, making one of the chac-mools a sign, i. e. binding the signifier to a specific signified is akin to seeing a tree, giving it a scientific name and then giving the sign a specific meaning by putting that scientific name into the pattern of Darwinian evolution. Or it’s like seeing a tree and saying that it denotes the nymph Dryope and then giving Dryope a specific meaning by placing her within the full the system of the Greek pantheon.

 

Mr. Palomar’s friend, then, does exactly what the tin-foil-hat conspiracy theorist do. He binds the signifiers, the visual experience, to a more or less arbitrary signified and then puts the thus newly created signs into a system that produces meaning.

 

While Mr. Palomar and his friend are wandering through the Toltec temple, another voice impinges on their awareness. The voice belongs to a schoolteacher who is taking his students, “stocky boys with the features of the Indios, descendants perhaps of the builders of these temples,” through the temple. As Mr. Palomar’s friend descants on the meaning of the visual experiences that surround them, the teacher points to the image and says, “Esto es un chac-mool. No se sabe lo que quiere decir.” Like the narrator, I’ll provide the translation from the Spanish, knowing full well that to translate is to assign meaning when, perhaps, meaning is undeterminable: “”This is a chac-mool. We don’t know what it means.” In Saussurean terms, the teacher says, “This is a signifier. It is bound to no signified. Meaning cannot be determined.”

 

Of course Mr. Palomar “is fascinated by his friend’s wealth of mythological references: the play of interpretation and allegorical reading has always seemed to him a supreme exercise of the mind.” The attribution of alien secrets to Area 51 indubitably fascinates. But at the same time, as he listens to the schoolteacher repeatedly assert, “No se sabe lo que quiere decir,” Mr. Palomar also thinks that “The refusal to comprehend more than what the stones show us is perhaps the only way to evince respect for their secret; trying to guess is a presumption, a betrayal of that true, lost meaning.”

 

As they pass by the most spectacular frieze in the temple, the teacher states what they are seeing—“This is the Wall of the Serpents. Each serpent has a skull in its mouth.” And then restates his conclusion, this time presented only in English—or in Italian in Calvino’s original: “We don’t know what they mean.”

 

Mr. Palomar’s friend blows up at this point, asserting that the frieze denotes “the continuity of life and death; the serpents are life, the skulls are death. Life is life because it bears death with it, and death is death because there is no life without death.” The friend’s statement is an exact representation of Saussure’s linguistics. The signifier, skull or serpent, is bound to a signified life and death, and the sign thus created is given meaning in a system of signification that expresses a not particularly unusual philosophical point of view.

 

Mr. Palomar meditates on his friend’s excursus into meaning. “He asks himself,” says the narrator, “What did death, life, continuity, passage mean for the ancient Toltecs? And what can they mean today for these boys? And for me?” In effect Mr. Palomar is granting the possibility that the visual experience, the signifiers that they’re all observing, is indeed bound to the signifieds that his friend asserts. Let’s assume that the friend’s association of signifier with a given signified is correct, that we now have signs—serpent/life, skull/death, and so on. But then, wonders Mr. Palomar, what do those signs mean in the system of signification in which the world came to have meaning for the Toltecs?

 

Here the insufficiency of translation, even from one known system, Spanish, to another known system, English (or Italian) seems to me a faint analogue to what Mr. Palomar contemplates. Yes, “No se sabe lo que quiere decir” means “We don’t know what it means.” But literally the signifiers of the Spanish expressly say, “We don’t know what it wishes to say.” In a more expansive sense, what exactly is it that the world of sensory experiences, the sensorium, wishes to say to us? Can we simply assume that the meaning we “discover,” or rather attribute to the sensorium is what it “wishes to say”?

 

The chapter ends with the supremely human touch that characterizes Mr. Palomar in every single chapter. As the narrator tells us, Mr. Palomar “yet . . . knows he could never suppress in himself the need to translate, to move from one language to another, from concrete figures to abstract words, to weave and reweave a network of analogies. Not to interpret is impossible, as refraining from thinking is impossible.” We simply cannot tolerate the absence of meaning. Inevitably, it seems, we humans provide a a system of signification to every signifier/signified, every sign, every sensory experience, even when there is no possible system within which we can put those signifiers.

 

Conspiracy theorists are just as human as is Mr. Palomar, his friend, and all the rest of us. Having no coherent system in which to put Area 51 or the post-election-day batch of votes from Pennsylvania or the shadow on the surface of the loch that surely must be Nessie—lacking a full context for the sensory experiences that they encounter, they create a system of signification out of whole cloth. Belief in the meaning thus produced is essential to avoid the vacuum of sense. The stronger the belief, the more solid and powerful the meaning. As Neil Gaiman says in American Gods, it’s not so much that Zeus doesn’t exist, but rather than no one believes in him any more.

Political, Economic, Liberty, Tyranny

 From the point of view of the person on the street, does the “ideological” framework of an authoritarian government really matter?  Is the person walking gingerly through the streets of Soviet Moscow any more or less oppressed than the person trembling their way through the avenues of Nazi Berlin?

I suspect that the real problem with both Soviet and Nazi systems is only marginally about the ideology and centrally about the assertion of power by the führer or tsar or caudillo or absolute monarch.

 

I understand that some ideologies require that there be a führer.  Fascism depends explicitly on the centralization of power in the hands of a single “leader.”  So too the absolute monarch, so that as far as I can tell being under the authority of Benito Mussolini is as terrorizing as being under the authority of Henry VIII.  In economic terms the phenomenon translates into establishing a command economy, whether the economy is ideologically of the left or of the right.

 

In that context, I’d argue that the “zi” part of Nazis, derived from the official name of the party, National Socialism, is wrong.  There’s not a hint of “socialism” in a command economy such as Hitler created.  It should rather be called Nacomm, since Soviet communism was as much a command economy as was Nazi “socialism.”  And of course the political direction of any command economy is ultimately towards authoritarianism.  That reality defines the transformation of the Marxist notion of a workers’ paradise into the actual economic model practiced in communist countries, which is perhaps more properly called state capitalism than communism.  But then fascism is also state capitalism.  The difference between the two forms of state capitalism is the fiction, otherwise called the ideology, that says that the source of authority in the state capitalist economy comes from public ownership (“communism”) or from private ownership (“fascism”).

 

Socialism, real socialism, and capitalism share the idea that an economy should be determined by demand, not command.  The two ideologies differ about who should control the means of production.  Capitalism requires that such control should be private, and socialism that it be public.  Both private (capitalist) and public (socialist) ownership respond to what the people want, what they demand, as the people choose one product over another.

 

Capitalism and socialism can both make large scale infrastructure such as major highways publicly owned, although there are cases where capitalism allows roads to be privately owned.  In fact, for capitalism public ownership of infrastructure is often very limited—energy production is privately owned, for instance—whereas for socialism public ownership extends to a greater number of essentials—not just energy production but also the provision of health services, for instance.  For both capitalism and socialism, consumer enterprises such as mom and pop stores or even large industries like auto production remain in private hands.

 

In capitalism the profit derived from an adept response to demand is also private, creating the wealth of the rich.  In socialism profit is invested in the public interest—in infrastructure, services, benefits made possible by that profit.  No one, or very few people are rich, but the community as a whole becomes richer by publicly owned infrastructure and services.

 

With enough intervention on the political side of things, however, both capitalism and socialism can end up in the dictatorial modes of communism and fascism.

 

For capitalism, the pull toward command appears when the wealth of private enterprise comes to dominate the power of government.  The domination of American politics by the richest one percent of the population is a case in point.  Given enough domination of politics, the system becomes an oligarchy, and turns decisively to a command economy when government is not just controlled but effectively owned by the wealthy.  As a result the oligarchy becomes a fascist state.

 

For socialism the equivalent pull is the notion that the voice of the public must be rationalized and therefore channeled, and what better mode of channeling than to have the government via its appointed administrators determine the direction of the means of production, imposing its will on the people rather than having the terms of the economy determined by the people.  When the administrators become the ones who determine what will be produced, become in effect commissars rather than administrators responding to the people, the result is a communist state.

 

For the persons on the street, then, the only issue that keeps them relatively free of domination and fear is the degree to which political power coincides with economic power.  The ideal of capitalism as of socialism makes political power entirely a matter of the voice of the people.  In this context, vox populi is not so much vox dei as it is vox libertatis.  The job of citizens in socialist as in capitalist polities is to keep the single voice, whether channeled by oligarchs or by commissars, as far removed from domination as they can possibly be.

Hierarchy in My City

Reading, PA, is a highly hierarchical little city.  Geographically that is quite literal.  The city grows along the banks of the Schuylkill River, which meanders through a valley created by a series of mountains.  To the west there are several mountains—Cushion Peak, South Mountain, State Hill.  To the south lies Highs Hill and Neversink Mountain.  In the north Seidel’s Hill, Topton Mountain, and Irish Mountain straddle the only major, relatively major, road north from the city, Route 222.

But the city is built at the foot of the mountain that dominates its geography, Mount Penn.  The entire east side of the city rises from the Schuylkill Valley to the top of Mt. Penn.

 

Maybe needless to say, but sociologically interesting nonetheless, the further up towards the top of the mountain, the more expensive the houses.  That is particularly the case in the north-east section of the city, where beginning at 13^th street the geological rise of the landscape begins to gather momentum.  West of 13^th street there are row houses; duplexes line 13^th street on the west side, and single homes on the east side.  Past 13^th street single homes are the rule.

 

The superiority of the east becomes crystal clear once the rising ground reaches Hampden Boulevard, the Boulevard.  The area between 13^th street and the Boulevard is called College Heights.  The area between the Boulevard and the mountainside itself, a park of sorts, is called Hampden Heights.  East of the Boulevard, in Hampden Heights, huge homes, some of them grand indeed, are standard.

 

There are also quite odd phenomena associated with the sociological differences in housing.  For a quarter century we lived in a row house west of 13^th street.  Something we took for granted was the swarming of pigeons all around us.  They were everywhere, shouldering out almost all other varieties of birds.  Oh sure, there were some house sparrows, but few of them.  About ten years ago we moved into College Heights, into a single house.  And the pigeons disappeared.  There were mourning doves a-plenty, and swarms of sparrows of all kinds; but there was not a single pigeon to see.

 

Having noticed the avian divide, I studied the phenomenon—or rather went walking and noted that pigeons would regularly perch on trees and electric lines along the west side of the Boulevard.  But they would not cross the Boulevard to its east side.  Never did I see even an attempt to fly over to the east side.  The only exception to the rule that pigeons exclude themselves from the Heights, College and Hampden both, is a small flock of almost pure white pigeons that regularly fly around a tree situated squarely in College Heights.

 

There are no white pigeons elsewhere in the city.

 

Trees also represent a significant feature of the hierarchy in Reading.  West of 13^th street there are no trees to speak of.  The city has a very generous tree-planting offer for its residents.  So long as a resident pays to have the sidewalk cut so that a tree can be planted, the city will supply the tree small enough so that its leaves do not cause problems in the gutters of nearby homes.  We got a beautiful flowering cherry tree in front of our row house.  When we asked neighbors if they wanted one as well, the response was . . . curious:  “Trees are dirty,” they would regularly say.  So our tree remained the sole green on our block.  And of course, in the summer time the favorite place to park was under that tree.

 

The tree-exclusion zone continues all along the west side of 13^th street, but not on the east side.  On that side of the street, and really throughout College Heights, trees grow in abundance.  With some exceptions—a pine here, a flowering cherry there—all the trees in College Heights are sycamores.  Sycamores are particularly messy trees.  They lose branches in the lightest of winds; they shed thick, heavy pollen in May and June; they drop bark in July and early August; they give a deluge of leaves in the fall; and in winter the branches are wide enough so that they retain snow, which then drops in big gobs on the heads of passersby once the snowstorm ends.

 

Some sycamores line the west side of the Boulevard.  But the west side of the Boulevard grows oaks.  In fact, the whole of Hampden Heights, from the Boulevard up to park on the slopes of Mt. Penn, is almost all oaks.  There is a pine here and there, maybe a stray sycamore or even as aspen—one house has a bamboo thicket growing alongside its south side, which cleverly hides the tennis court that lies on the other side.  But oak is dominant, so much so that the last city street, abutting the park, is called Oak Lane.

 

In short, moving west to east:  row home becoming duplex becoming single house becoming near-mansion; pigeon becoming mourning dove; no tree becoming sycamore becoming oak.

9-11 and October 7th

In the aftermath of 9-11 and our response to that horror, I remember near-shouting arguments in our Common Room about what we should have done.  Some folks thought that the attack on Afghanistan and on Iraq was not only justified, but positively insufficient.  One person thought that we should have used neutron bombs on the whole area, on the mistaken assumption that such bombs would leave the infrastructures of the area more or less intact while at the same time annihilating the population.  I won’t do more than point out the incredibly xenophobic, not to say racist basis of that point of view.

 

My take on the events in and around 9-11 were different.  I thought that the US should take the opportunity to bring charges in the international court of justice against the terrorists.  The counterargument was inevitable:  what would such an action do?  There is no enforcement branch to international courts, after all.  There’d be no retribution to satisfy our sense of outrage.  There’d be no satisfactory response to the horror, in short, nor any real movement towards justice against the perpetrators.

 

All of that was probably true, and I conceded as much.  I had no idea what the outcome of a legal rather than a military response would be.  But that was part of what I saw as a good thing.  If we took such an approach and pursued it seriously and with diplomatic force, we would at least begin to make international law something with real reach and power.  In the long run, the result, uncertain and unfathomable as it seemed to me and the others, might be to establish justice and ensure international tranquility.  We might begin to build a real international community with real international laws and real international police forces.  A nightmare for those of us who fear the “deep state” and, even more, UN black helicopters dipping down on us, but for the rest of us a welcome turn to a legally stable planet.

 

What I feared would happen from the military response did, unfortunately, come to pass.  The disaster of Iraq and the disaster of Afghanistan became inevitable.  We are still suffering from that result.

 

I say all this as a preface to what’s happening in the Middle East right now.  There’s no doubt that the events of October 7^th, 2023, were for Israel the equivalent of the events of 9-11 for the US.  There’s no doubt that a military response such as indeed came to pass was as understandable as was our military response to 9-11.  It’s also true, I think, that for Israel the attacks of October 7^th were more immediate, more existential, more threatening by far than was the terrorism of 9-11.  Washington DC is some seven thousand miles from Afghanistan.  Tel Aviv is two hundred sixty miles from Beirut, next door to the West Bank, and fifty miles from the Gaza Strip.  The danger for Israel is immediate, palpable, omnipresent.

 

Again, a military response is not only understandable, but almost inevitable.

 

I won’t address what I see as the excesses of that military response.  Suffice it to say that I sometimes think that Tel Aviv, or rather Netanyahu, sees the war as an opportunity to enact the final solution, a phrase I use with deliberation.  It strikes me as a move to eradicate the Palestinian people root and branch.  A version of my colleague’s neutron bombs.

 

Unlike the US after 9-11 wrongly blaming Iraq for the attacks on the homeland, Israel correctly points to the influence of Iran on the terrorist groups that take repeated aim at destroying the country.  Responsible as Iran may be, however, making Iran the focus of suspicion and hatred works to make it impossible to grapple with the foundational cause of the conflict that pits Palestinians against Israel.  It’s a straightforward issue:  Palestinians want a homeland; Israel, or at least the right-wing governments headed by Netanyahu, do not want a two-state solution.  On the contrary, directly or not, Netanyahu’s governments foster a sense or Eretz Israel that makes it easy for Israelis to take land from Arabs on the West Bank and so increase the tensions between the two peoples.  The effect is the same as the arrival of American settlers in Hawai’i during the nineteenth and early twentieth century.  Ultimately Americans outnumbered the natives, who lost their monarch and their independence as Hawai’i became a state.  The Israeli settlements on the West Bank head in the same direction.

 

From that perspective, the Palestinian resistance to Israeli hegemony is absolutely justified.  Israeli intransigence under the Netanyahu governments makes it difficult to see how the hopes of the Palestinians can ever be accomplished.  The result is not just frustration, but anger, resentment, and ultimately a restive move towards violence as the only way to achieve any movement towards what the Palestinians see as their justified demands.  Iran takes advantage of that anger, of course, fosters it, arms it, encourages more and more violent responses.  The result is war and a further destabilization of a very unstable region.  Willy nilly, Netanyahu’s intransigence plays into Iranian hopes.

 

In the long run the US response to 9-11 created enemies by the score.  To be sure, under the authority of American armed forces, Iraqi governments bowed to the will of Washington while large-scale insurrection festered outside of the Green Zone and the army bases scattered across the country.  Once American military personnel left Iraq, any suggestion that the country was our ally became increasingly absurd.  We are barely friends.

 

The same is happening in Palestinian lands and will undoubtedly continue to happen into the future.  If Israel is justified in seeking to avenge the attacks of October 7^th, then by the same token Palestinians are justified in seeking to damage the nation that has all but destroyed the very shadow of civilization in Gaza.  Given such a response from the Palestinians, from the Israeli perspective, the extermination of Palestinians is the only, the final solution.  From the Palestinian perspective, then, resisting extermination, and fighting back against Israeli power while doing so is the only logical response.

 

Given the intransigence of Netanyahu’s coalition, it’s useless to say that the only real, viable solution is the establishment of Palestine as its own nation.  But the only solution is the two-state solution, with guarantees from however many countries in the world it might take to reassure both sides that the solution will remain peaceful.  It’s a terrible mistake to allow Iranian interference to obscure that truth.

 

I realize that Hamas and Hezbollah are equally intransigent.  But underlying that intransigence are the just hopes and demands of the Palestinian people.  Address those hopes and demands, and the authority and power of the terrorists will diminish and, one hopes, ultimately disappear.

Music of the Cosmos

 In the good old days when the liberal arts ruled the world of learning, the quadrivium paired arts as they set out to describe the world of extension—which meant the world outside of ourselves, where “ourselves” was described, or rather trained, by the trivium of grammar, rhetoric, and logic.  The arts of the quadrivium were paired as follows:  arithmetic and music; geometry and astronomy.

 

Why geometry and astronomy were paired is more or less a gimme, I think.  Arithmetic and music as a pair may need some explanation.  The idea was that as arithmetic reveals the harmony or numbers, so music (which was not about the specifics of instrumentation or learning how to play those instruments) reveals the harmony of the cosmos—think music of the spheres in the background.

 

Nowadays the art of arithmetic has fragmented all over the place.  Arithmetic?  Well what about calculus or vector analysis or topology or . . . . The connection of arithmetic and music is still in play (so to speak) insofar as there’s a persistent connection between musicianship and mathematics, and between musicology and the relationship of number to number.

 

And then string theory comes along.  I don’t know much, or anything at all for that matter, about the innards of string theory.  But the concept is clear enough.  Physical “reality” is composed (!) of infinitesimally tiny strings of something or other (energy? but then e = mcˆ2).  The difference between one kind of physical “reality” and another—say an up quark as opposed to a strange quark—depends on how those infinitesimally tiny strings vibrate.

 

It follows, then, that music, the harmony of all those strings, is what creates “reality.”  So we’re back where we started, with the arithmetic of the vibration of strings producing the musical harmony of reality.

 

Ain’t science wonderful?

Dictators Left and Right

 I just had one of those reminders about FB memories, where I’d posted a sequence of my life experiences, including “dictatorship, revolution, dictatorship.”  That set me to thinking, for the umpteenth time, of what exactly is the difference between the first dictatorship, a run-of-the-mill right wing one, and the second dictatorship, a run-of-the-mill “communist” one.

I want to say here that the “communist” is in quotation marks because the actual form of government was/is state capitalism.  But I digress.

 

In the first version of the dictatorship, the head of government and his lackeys made out like bandits.  In the second version of the dictatorship, the head of government and his lackeys make out like bandits.

 

In the first version of the dictatorship, the lackeys were all the big-money owners of enterprises, industrial and commercial.  In the second version of the dictatorship, the lackeys include all the government flunkeys who are the ones who control all the enterprises, industrial and commercial.

 

In the first version of the dictatorship everyone besides the head of government and the lackeys end up screwed to the wall.  In the second version of the dictatorship everyone besides the head of government and the lackeys end up screwed to the wall.

 

In the first version of the dictatorship the dictator and his minions controlled the media.  In the second version of the dictatorship the dictator and his minions control the media.

 

In both dictatorships the strength of military and police gives the dictator the power to stay in control of everything.  A Hobbesian Leviathan in both cases.

 

The only effective difference?  In the first version of the dictatorship the lackeys were more or less independent agents. In the second version of the dictatorship the lackeys are more or less state agents.

 

One result of that difference is that in the first version of the dictatorship the independent agents, interested in maximizing their wealth, were relatively competent directors of their enterprises in order to accomplish their desire for more and more wealth; whereas in the second version of the dictatorship the state agents, interested in maximizing their power, are relatively incompetent directors of their enterprises because the less competent the more they can demonstrate their power in controlling a restless citizenry.