There was in fact one specific moment a year later, in 2015, when I came back into the fold of monistic universal automatism. Itw during a kayak excursion in Micronesia. I’ll quote from my journals.<\/p>\n
Yesterday I went on a kayak tour in the rock islands of Palau. It was one of the best days of my life.<\/p>\n
Our guides were three Palauans: Jake, Ding, and Rayna. They were great: wild lively locals, talking rapid-fire Palauan to each other all day. Jake was the very image of the old-style Micronesian chief, although later I found out he\u2019d gone to college, started a career as an accountant, and had thrown that over to be a tour guide.<\/p>\n
There were five of us tourists. The guides loaded five single-seat hard kayaks on a boat and motored out to our starting point. For the rest of the day, we kayaked in stages: we\u2019d get to a location and the motor boat would be waiting there, we\u2019d tie our kayaks to the boat, go snorkeling, climb up the ladder to the motor boat, replenish our supplies, and then remount our kayaks. Jake had six waypoints for us: a hidden underwater tunnel leading to a tree-lined lagoon filled with giant clams, a sunken ship from the 1930s, a little point where he speared a fish, a large lagoon with a beach where we had lunch, an underwater tunnel leading to a cave filled with blue light coming up from the water, and an arch connecting two bays with soft corals growing on the sandy bottom of the arch.<\/p>\n
Coming into the lagoon for lunch I felt quite weightless; the water was so clear and unrippled, and the sand below it so white. It was as if my kayak were gliding through empty space. And quiet, quiet, quiet all around. Not a whisper of wind in the trees, only the gentle lapping of the waves, the occasional calls of birds and, of course, the sporadic whooping of the Palauans. I had such a wave of joy, wading around that lagoon, and a profound sense of gratefulness, both to the world for being so beautiful and to God for letting me reach this spot. I had another wave of these feelings a bit later when we were kayaking through a maze of small islands in shallow water, bays that no motor boat could reach. Peaceful, peaceful. Eden. The world as it truly is meant to be. I\u2019m glad I lived long enough to get here.<\/p>\n
High in the air above one of these sunny backwaters, I see a large dark\u2014bird? It\u2019s the size of an eagle, and, no, it\u2019s a fruit bat, the sun shining through the membranes of its wings. The islands look like green clouds come to earth; mirroring their fluffy white brethren above.<\/p>\n
In the last snorkel spot there are lovely pale blue and pink soft corals, branching alveolar broccolis on the sandy bottom of the archway connecting two bays. Fractals, in short. Swimming through the arch, I encounter a shoal of maybe ten thousand tiny tropical fish, like the fish you\u2019d see in someone\u2019s home aquarium, little zebras or tetras. With my snorkel on, I marvel at their schooling motions, their bodies moving in a unison like iron filings in a field, their ropes and scarves of density emerging from the parallel computation of their individual anxieties. The turbulent water currents compute, as do the clouds in the sky, the cellular automaton reaction-diffusion patterns on the mantles of the giant clams, the Zhabotinsky scrolls of the shelf corals, the gnarly roots of plants on the land.<\/p>\n
And I\u2019m thinking that maybe, yes, maybe after all everything is a computation. Universal automatism gives me a point of view from which I can make sense of all these diverse forms I\u2019m seeing here. Maybe I was wrong to want to \u201ctake it all back\u201d\u009d in September. But what about my thoughts, can I see those as computations, too? Well, why can\u2019t they just be fractal broccoli, flocking algorithms, class four turbulence, cellular automaton scrolls. I ascribe higher significance to them, but why make so much of them. Are my thoughts really so vastly different from the life forms all around me in these lagoons? Why not relax and merge. All is One.<\/p>\n
And if I find it useful to understand the One\u2019s workings in terms of computation, don\u2019t think that this reduces the lagoon to a buzzing beige box. The lagoon is not reduced, the lagoon is computing just as it is. \u201cComputing\u201d\u009d is simply a way to speak of the dance of natural law.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
So, okay, I\u2019ll go for the universal-automatist answer to \u201cWhat is reality?\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n
\u201d\u00a2 Reality is made of gnarly computations.<\/em><\/p>\nNow to the next question.<\/p>\n
The Meaning of Life<\/h3>\n
One appeal of monistic philosophies is that if we can reduce reality to one substance, there\u2019s some hope of finding a rule of behavior for that substance, and that rule may suggest a meaning for the world.<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s see how this works if we believe in universal automatism. If I say that everything is a computation, I\u2019m saying that everything is a deterministic process. And that means that reality is a weave of logical if-then statements, with each phenomenon linked to a cause. As an extreme example of universal automatism, there might be some underlying supercomputation that generates not only the entire cosmos but also the underlying fabric of space and time. But then, of course, we\u2019d have to ask why that particular supercomputation exists.<\/p>\n
The point here is that even if the world is <\/em>the result of a supercomputation, knowing this isn’t much use to us. We still wouldn\u2019t know where the supercomputation came from. And\u2014perhaps even more important, we still wouldn\u2019t know what it\u2019s for<\/em>.<\/p>\nAnd that, after all, is really what we\u2019re after when we ask about the meaning of life. It\u2019s not so much the cause <\/em>that\u2019s puzzles us as does the purpose<\/em>.<\/p>\nDoes a person\u2019s life have a purpose?<\/p>\n
Again we can turn to Stephen Wolfram’s classification of computations into four classes. Class one processes do nothing, and stay at one fixed point. Class two processes repeat themselves in a loop. Class three processes are random, patternless scuzz. Class four processes are richly, chaotically patterned. I call them gnarly<\/em>.<\/p>\nSo in terms of the meaning of a life, universal automatism suggests a possible answer. Computationally rich “class four” or “chaotic” or “gnarly” behaviors are in an objective sense more interesting than those that die out, repeat, or have no discernible structure. So a universal automatist might say that the meaning\/purpose of a human life is to produce a gnarly class computation!<\/p>\n
The human artifacts we admire are computationally rich. An empty canvas is class one. Hack artwork is class two copying of existing artifacts. Ugly scuzz is class three. Great art is class four: gnarly.<\/p>\n
The nobler emotions are computationally rich as well. Murderous rage forces some victim\u2019s computation into class one termination. Hatred throws the hater into a class two loop. Too needy a desire to please puts a person at the mercy of capricious class three inputs. Compassion is an ever-evolving class four process.<\/p>\n
Get the picture?<\/p>\n
\u201d\u00a2 The meaning of life is beauty and love.<\/em><\/p>\nOne more question.<\/p>\n
How to Be Happy<\/h3>\n
I\u2019ll offer a bouquet of six answers\u2014one for each of the six levels of reality I discuss in The Lifebox, the Seashell and Soul.<\/em>.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\")
Drawing by Isabel Rucker.<\/em><\/p>\nAfter slong and complex mental computations, I\u2019ve compressed my six answers to a couple of words apiece. A to-do list.<\/p>\n
\u201d\u00a2 Turn off the machine.<\/em> Universal automatism teaches us that there\u2019s a common ground upon which to compare nature to PCs. But this doesn\u2019t mean that that PCs are as good as reality. Far from it. On the common ground, we can readily see that the natural world is incalculably more powerful and interesting than the odd flickering boxes we\u2019re wedded to in the Y2K era. I try not to let them run my life.<\/p>\n\u201d\u00a2 See the gnarl<\/em>. The air is a gnarly ocean; the leaves dance on the trees. I\u2019ve always enjoyed watching clouds and water; and now I realize that the computations they\u2019re carrying out are fully as complex as anything in any book I might read. Each flickering shadow is a reminder of the world\u2019s unsolvable and unpredictable richness.<\/p>\n\u201d\u00a2 Feel your body<\/em>. There\u2019s always something interesting to feel in this wonderful meat computation that I\u2019m privileged to inhabit. It\u2019s fun sometimes to think of my body as being very large\u2014like an immense starship that I\u2019m inside. I can focus on the inputs from all the different parts. Meanwhile my breath and heartbeat are gently chaotic. As a heavy computer user, I need to remember not spend more time upgrading my machine than I do in exercising my bod.<\/p>\n\u201d\u00a2 Release your thoughts<\/em>. Underneath the wanting and worrying is the great river of thought. I don\u2019t control much of the world, and things rarely turn out as I predict, so why waste my time in focusing on fears, desires, and expectations? And why invest all my energy in logic which, as we now know, only goes so far? Released from the class two channels of attachment, I can watch my mind like fireworks above a wavy sea.<\/p>\n\u201d\u00a2 Open your heart<\/em>. People are the most interesting and beautiful entities I\u2019ll ever see. Society isn\u2019t about the news and the leaders. It\u2019s about the people I run into every day. Recently I saw a show of photographs by Diane Arbus. Diane must have been such a character. She had a way of getting to the essential humanity of her subjects\u2014ordinary people lovingly depicted and made fully human in all individuality. They always seem to be as interested in Diane as she is in them. People sense when you look at them with utter interest and compassion; they look back and smile.<\/p>\n\u201d\u00a2 Be amazed<\/em>. Our studies of computation teach us that none of our theories will ever get very far. Not everything can be explained, nor even expressed in words. We\u2019re fully immersed in the incomprehensible. Life is a mystery; it\u2019s good to savor this.<\/p>\nLest this list seem preachy, let\u2019s say the advice is actually aimed at me. I need it. I forget the simplest things.<\/p>\n
And I\u2019m glad to see these slogans emerge from my long and gnarly chains of reasoning. They\u2019re a nice place to end up.<\/p>\n
One last thought: perhaps our universe is perfect.<\/p>\n
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