Saturday, March 30, 2024

Bell Curve makes utopia a dream

 You gotta beware of the utopian train of thought, mate. That’s usually the first step towards fascism — Daniel Clausen

Arun Kumar


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Somewhere in the dark recesses of our hearts, we dream about living in a land of utopia. It is a land where the likes of dysfunctional and shortsighted politicians we have do not exist. It is a land of harmony where wars and conflicts are not the norm. It is a land where the lives of Alexei Navalny are not lost, and reasons remain shrouded behind the fog of war. It is a land of harmony, equality, tolerance, sustainability, and where people, immersed in contemplative thought, walk around wearing togas.

Can a land of unforced stable utopia exist?

The notion of unforced utopia needs unpacking. We all have seen dystopian movies where a utopia seems to exist — citizens have basic necessities, enjoy life, and do wear togas and may even walk around slowly lost in contemplative thoughts. But as the story unfolds, we learn that the air they breathe is infused with some brain altering chemical that keeps their mind content. Or when citizens wake up in the morning they take a blue pill that keeps them in a state of euphoria all day.

Later we find out that citizens are divided into have and have nots and the haves, for some ulterior motives that benefit their own kind, are controlling the have nots with exogenous means.

An unforced utopia, however, will exist on its own volition and no external manipulations will be required to keep it functioning. Is it a place where citizens self-govern, do not administer exogenous means, and yet, are able to have a long-lasting, stable utopia?

What is it that makes it seem like that such utopia would be an impossible?

That invisible culprit is the Bell Curve.

Bell curve is a phenomenological description of the consequences of forces that are responsible for differences that occur in nature, including humans. Examples of differences include shades of hair color, variations in height, variations in IQ.

Take the example of the shades of hair color. As a single fertilized cell starts to divide and multiply, along the developmental path to becoming a healthy baby, progressive generations of cells start to take on specialized roles, including some that will become hair follicles. What color the hairs would have depends on the two pigments Eumelanin (responsible for brown to black hair shades) and Pheomelanin (responsible for red hair shades) that hair follicles will produce.

Along this development pathway, random fluctuations that are part of gene expression subsequently result in physiological and psychological differences determine the characteristics of hair colors.

The type and amount of two pigments in the hair follicles generate, and how they are distributed, create a wide variety of hair colors among individuals and is determined by a switch in a particular protein synthesized by a gene within the follicle cells. The underlying biological processes may be complicated and hard to comprehend, but the external characteristics they determine — the hair color — follows a bell curve.

Differences in hair color is one example and may be benign in the context of having further downstream consequences, but inevitable differences exist in characteristics like IQ, or physical strength, which have larger ramifications. Can an unforced stable utopian society exist that pays due respect to such differences, and yet, manage not to fall apart?

A potential problem with differences in characteristics is that their direct or indirect consequences start to cascade into other differences, and left on their own, can result either in amplification or growing range of inequalities in social, physical, intellectual, financial realms. Individuals higher in IQ may be able to corner larger levels of resources (financial or otherwise). With those resources, hire an army of people to protect their interests. Looking around we know how the story goes.

To curb the runaway influence of positive feedback that can lead to growing inequalities, and to bring some level of equitability for the greater good, requires external management.

A utopian society that wishes to be tolerant of differences, cannot exist without drawing some boundaries to manage differences in the population and keep them within acceptable levels to avoid dissent and discontent. Figuring out where to draw the line marking the limits of tolerance is a wicked problem and cannot be addressed to everyone’s satisfaction.

Where to draw lines? Should someone be allowed to offer opinions even if they are hurtful to a few others? If someone wants the right to carry arms, is that okay? What about the tax rate and trying to bring some measure of equality between have and have nots? If the answer to any of these questions is yes, the resulting utopia is not a utopia of its own volition. It is not organic.

An unforced utopia would require a collection of people with the same characteristics, but the way nature works, and how ubiquitous the bell curve is, that is an impossibility.

The Bell Curve is the reason that unforced stable utopia will forever remain an imaginary place.

Ciao.

Friday, March 29, 2024

What would it feel like?


What would it feel like
to let go of it all
the rat race, constant highs
and crashing falls
the moments of inspiration
and crushing stalls,
and just float in the river
from the mountain top
to the turquoise sea
and along the way
navigate around the rocks
and not disturb
their stoic peace?

What would it feel like
to live a life
of utopian grace
of silent beauty
and a connectedness with
the infinite time
and infinite space?

What would it feel like
to have held you forever
in my embrace? 

Sunday, March 24, 2024

Is it just me, or it happens to you too?

 

The week that's passed is often marked by the happenings of Saturday or Friday,
while the escapades of Monday or Sunday before them, like old photos, begin to fade away.

Old photos, that once promised to anchor us to the past, to transport us to days that once were a blast,
become just glossy papers, cold to touch, promising much, but are no saviors, as such.

Is it just me, or it happens to you too?

The memories, like old photographs, fade away, leaving us with something much less than what we thought was a forever glue,
between me and between you.

Saturday, March 23, 2024

Reflections on a Journey: The 100th Post

 

Fall seven times and stand up eight — Japanese Proverb

Arun Kumar

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If you happen to be reading this post then as the title says, this post is a milestone for me. It is my one hundredth post since I ventured on a journey that started on 5 Aug 2021. Almost three years and now a hundred articles later, the achievement that I am most proud of is that through thick and thin I managed to stay with the endeavor and made it here.

It all started with getting older and the prospect of retirement in the near future, a thought that almost derailed me with the fear of suddenly being time affluent and not knowing what to do with it. Leaving work, and whatever psychological crutches it provided, was a terrifying prospect. It is not that there was much of an attachment left for work, its politics, or for what I was doing there, it was more the thought of not knowing what I would be doing if I were to leave.

The thought of not knowing what awaits if I were to leave this room, step through the door and enter the next one, was terrifying.

And then there was the growing realization of my mortality. The combination of the two was not playing out well.

Deep within, I happen to be a growth-oriented person and relish the rush of coming up with new ideas, connecting disparate and seemingly isolated facts and bits of knowledge. These traits have served me well in my research career, and in my own little way, I have been successful in research pursuits, its outcomes, and I am proud of it.

The same growth mindset, however, did not help with the prospect of sudden time affluence at hand after retirement and not knowing what to do with it. Without conscious recognition, somewhere along the way the work became all consuming, became identity and there was not much to do outside of it. The prospect of becoming a comfort-minded retiree whose portfolio of engagements includes gardening, watching TV etc. was not an inviting image of my future self.

I am not alone in being terrified at the prospect of retirement. Medical advances have increased the life span to the extent that life after retirement could be a 30+ year time span, as long as the working life itself. This has created a niche for a new class of entrepreneurs of retirement coaches, retirement podcasts, and books, all trying to guide us what to do with the remining years we will have on the Earth.

The bottom line is that depending on what the individual mindset may be, the prospect of retirement could be a traumatic experience.

It is going through the thought of transition of retirement that the idea of writing as a hobby emerged. The idea was writing for the sake of writing with no strings attached, for example, not worrying about whether anyone is going to read or not. An endeavor for its own sake without any expectations on the return. That is also when I started developing the portfolio of engagements that would feel fulfilling after retirement and writing felt like a good engagement to have in that portfolio.

And my first post was about wondering aloud who would be interested in reading what I write. There has already been so much written, and in that backdrop, would I have anything new to say? But then, it also occurred that there are always new connections to be made, and besides, now there are billions of users of internet, and it may just happen that an article may happen flash by someone’s field of vision, get read, and might touch upon a\someone's personal curiosity or experience.

In the universe of internet, posted articles (at least by newbies) are like shooting stars in the night sky. If you just happen to be looking up, you might notice one shooting across your screen.

An issue with starting down this path was what to do with the desire to get noticed, getting likes, and getting recognition. It is a desire which is double edged sword. It could be a wonderful motivator (and a resonator) but could also bring a crushing sense of defeat. Not being chained by the desire to be recognized could be a tremendous sense of freedom.

There is plenty of advice from scriptures and philosophers on how to minimize the role of seeking external recognition in our life and its endeavors and not become its prey. From the Bhagvat Gita where Kirshna tells Arjuna “You have a right to perform your prescribed duties, but you are not entitled to the fruits of your actions. Never consider yourself to be the cause of the results of your activities, nor be attached to inaction” to the advice from the stoics that pay attention to what one controls and do not peg your happiness on the things you cannot control, like seeking recognition and number of views and likes. What is in your control is to post the article and rest is out of your hand, and thus, do not sweat over it.

Excellent words of wisdom but hard to follow.

Not too keen on “Stats” page is liberating but being human, it is hard to pull entirely away from it and I do take a peek at the stats once in a while. Desire to get recognized is an evolutionary trait designed to increase our chances of survival and reproduction. It is buried deeply in my psyche and is not easy to let go.

Since beginning on 1 Aug 2021, I have come a long way. It was slow going in the beginning (with posts separated by a month or more). Now I have reached a place where I am writing regularly and generally have a post ready to appear online on Saturday morning.

Along the journey I have written and posted article on mortality (and as one gets older, my growing recognition of it), trials and tribulations of retirement, future of humanity, developing a framework of living, articles on the lines of personal journaling, philosophical musings, and connecting various bits of information.

Even though I have come far, there is still a thought that nags me. It is the fear of running out of ideas. It is the fear of endings and not knowing what to do next. I keep getting struck by finistophobia. If I had a list (and ideas) of potential articles to write that is longer than the span of my cognitively lucid days on the Earth, I would be a content person. And to get there, I am constantly trying to update the list of potential articles to write and constantly curating ideas.

Now as get I closer and closer to impending retirement and have been able to put together a portfolio of engagements that align with my values, I am at ease with the thought of time affluence. In fact, I might be getting close to consciously making the decision to step through the door and embracing it.

And here I am with my 100th post and hope to have the 200th post not too far in the future. Until then, be well, do good work, and stay in touch.

Ciao.