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How shall we treat free will?

(This is a chapter in a longer essay, starting with Limits )

Photo by Engin Akyurt

Philosophers have long broken their heads over the topic if free will exists or not. Liberty was one of the central ideals of the Age of Enlightenment and is still a guiding principle of our society. Kant’s ideas, for one, layed the foundations of liberalism and the way we look at ourselves. The notion of the free will is also at the heart of the free-market economy and the capitalist system as a whole. It defines who we punish and who we reward and it determines how we judge each other.

But science, or at least the deterministic branch of science, has popularized the notion that the universe could be a clockwork with ultimate causes that, together, define our next action. It suggests that free will does not exist. We can hear this echo in societal debates: what if Facebook manipulates us so deeply, that it starts altering our behaviour? How many data do you need to fully control somebody’s mind?

The funny thing here is, that fundamental physicists don’t really debate the matter of determinism because they have deemed it false already for decades. They say that even if you know the state and the motion of the entire universe, you can still not predict what happens next, because some particles are unpredictable by nature. You can calculate probabilities, but not be certain. According to that theory, free will could potentially exist.

Imagine a society that fully rejects the concept of free will. Judgment would be irrational. A murderer would be as much victim as culprit. Responsibility for your choices would be completely out of your hands. Little rascals would be seen as an unfortunate force of nature. In that society morality itself would have no meaning. We’d lock people up for pragmatic reasons only, to avoid them from damaging society further. We need to believe in some degree of individual free will, because it confronts us with our agency and responsibility. Free will gives us accountability of our actions and it gives us meaning in life.

On the other end of that spectrum, there is the equally dubious idea that free will is absolute and everything happening to you is your own responsibility. My generation was raised with that idea: you can become anything you like. But we’re learning the hard way that that is not the case. The full-free-will-idea ignores the fact that people aren’t born under the same conditions, with the same talents or with the same capacities. It classifies all achievements as merits, perceiving rich people as those who made the right choices, while poor people did things wrong. The sick should blame themselves for not making healthy choices. The voices of Black Lives Matter and the increased call for nationalist protectionism are reminding us once again that this vision is incomplete. There are plenty of people who, for whatever reason, are not able to reach the same degree of success in society as others. Not everything can be made, and such people also deserve a decent piece of the pie.

The concept of free will is not black and white, and you will always keep finding deeper and deeper nuances to this problem. By definition, society should always look for a balance between individual choice on the one hand and regulation on the other. Personally, I think the idea of free will, human rights and liberty remain a great guidance for our societal structure because it values the individual. But I also think we can’t be naive here. We should be more understanding of the limitations of free will than we have publically admitted for decades. Most of our personal achievements in the West, we achieve because the system hands them to us over the backs of others. We can be humbler and distribute the benefits of our collective achievements more evenly. That starts with understanding.

Tomorrow: What if we just plug in?

Revolution

Whoever wants to deny it is welcome to. Things are easy to deny in days with enough information to support any point of view. Some would believe such a denial at first. People with their eyes closed. Still, we’re at the dawning of a global revolution. Perhaps it needs a new word.

Some are speaking about it. Internet revolution, plastic revolution, food revolution… even Yoga revolution is a used term these days. The Arab people take over leadership. The Tibetans burn themselves to tear the Chinese credibility apart. In South America, people slowly start benefitting from the global economic growth. But this revolution is not about these rebellions.

I have looked for work for more than a year now, and I have spotted a hype in the job market. “Space for talent development in a quickly changing professional environment”. All employees mention it. The authorities are allowing us to become who we are. This revolution is not about that either.

It is becoming clear that our impact on the Earth’s environment has many facets. Programs are being shaped to avoid the sea from becoming a plastic soup. People bring down their own CO2 emissions and choose to live in healthier environments, eating healthier foods. This revolution is not about them.

This revolution is about you and me. Friendships, or, as someone just beautifully misquoted on Facebook, soulfucking. It is about the fact that in each others’ eyes, we can be more than a name, more than a number. It is about learning that instead of being robbed of our attention by smartly designed products, we can give our attention to those in our surroundings that we love. It is about the realisation that regardless of our circumstances, we are free. Once again we learn to exchange.

So how about Soulfuck Revolution?

The Legend of the Lost Driver

“Ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately we can find no driver for the train. We are currently asking permission to drive the train ourselves.” You see, this is why the Dutch people look upon the Belgians as “not that bright”. They just have odd ways. Our difference can be explained logically by the fact that back in the 16th century, the Belgians hunted the free thinkers and the rebels away towards the Netherlands.  “He who’s without sin throw the first stone”, I hear some close friends call out. You’re right, but let’s focus on the Belgians for now.

We happen to have a Belgian fellow traveller, Manuel, so I dare not mention the day we saw a car with a red and white licence plate drive in reverse over the highway’s emergency lane, to get the exit he missed. Manuel is a long haired fellow with a very tidy beard which reminds me of Edoras, the king of Rohan. He is a free lance theatre builder, enjoying his job because he gets to see the best moments of his clients. Strange though it may seem he is making his way from Amsterdam to London for a weekend trip. Good for us, because he is nice company. But I don’t mention the fact that he’d use the word “bag” to say “mug”.

“I’ve never driven a train before” says Manolo. “I am going to see if I can drive it maybe.” Like us he is slightly agitated because the delay is 30 minutes already, and it appears to become a big one. He has to catch his train to London in Brussels. “This is my chance to drive one”, he says while he walks through the door towards the driver’s wagon. I find the situation charming. It is an answer to my annoyances of late, about society’s obsessive demand for qualified experts in everything. Such demand kills creativity. Besides, how hard can it be to drive a train? The thought touches a pain in me, but that doesn’t hurt. The train starts driving. My sister and I are convinced that it’s him behind the wheel. When he comes back, mentioning he stayed away for a while because he hoped we’d believe that he was driving the train, the conversation flows. I keep my mouth shut about the life threatening highway near Verviers, for which they advertise near the road by putting up signs with the amount of lethal accidents that happened there last year. My sister congratulates Manuel with the world record Belgium recently set in ”longest parliament formation duration”. 541 days.

All of us are a little sad when we finally reach Brussels with different destinations.