My English is very rusty and I don't know how to put it right. Maybe it's about the levels of complexity and the problem of global control. We think our level of complexity is high enough to make us autonomous agents, to imbue us with some kind of 'free will'. But we are wrong. Complexity is relative. We were relatively complex once, but now we are relatively simple.
'They' means 'They, who have tools for prediction and control'. Almost everything is just a tool for control now. Almost everyone too, even your relatives is a perfect backdoor through which 'they' can control your behavior. We have endlessly rising asymmetry of information, ubiquitous CCTV, neural nets, and predictive machines of all kinds. 'All unstable processes we shall control', Von Neumann would be delighted.
Total control implies the end of evolution, the end of randomness and chance. The chance is a very rare and useful resource, more useful than iron and oil. Throughout history we have thousands of poets, artists, and musicians, who worked as amplifiers of chaos, pumping the randomness from winds, sea storms, and hurricanes. Now we have none. All our chances and randomness now belong to 'them'.
When I was a child, I had only the low-resolution summer with 8-bit clouds, and it was enough to be happy - because I was free in my little Neverland. But now I feel free nowhere. Let's take wizchan, for example. For the last few years, I have been reading lots of generic posts about how evil the succubi are and how wageslavery sucks. Of course, they are evil. Of course, it sucks. Well, we all agreed. But what is the next step? What'll we be discussing tomorrow? The problem is there is no next step. Because tomorrow we will discuss the same topic and agree again. And again, and again. The discourse is predictable, its axes are fixed, and that means we are under total control, and have no free will at all.
But I ask myself, why are we bother about that trivial normal shit in the first place? Why did we forget our little Neverlands?
It's not the end of the wizards that come. It's the end of the fairies too. The end of the dragons, the end of the elves and the dwarves. The end of chance, the end of the miracle. Not in the literal sense, but the sense of strange and unpredictable ways of life.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.