Existentialism and hope

This essay from Robert Solomon in the Chronicle of Higher Education (paywalled) argues against the popular perception of existentialism as a pessimistic philosophy (a perception that has long mystified me) and in favor of existentialism as full of hope and possibility. I don’t really understand how working to find your own meaning in life is supposed to be so pointless compared to believing that everything is in the hands of a deity; to me it seems just the opposite, that creating your own meaning is much more rewarding than accepting that someone else, even a deity, decided it all long ago.

Robert Solomon was a philosophy professor at the University of Texas, and he wrote, among other things, a book called Spirituality for the Skeptic: The Thoughtful Love of Life; what I’ve read about it sounds promising and it’s in the stack of books in my bedroom awaiting my attention. It sounds like it’s in line with my own beliefs about how the lack of conventional religion does not need to mean a lack of meaning, values, or morality. What makes the Chronicle piece a bit poignant is that Solomon died on January 2 while traveling (he was 64; his death was due partly to a congenital heart condition). I’m glad he left at least some of his thoughts behind in his books.

The human race(s)?

A week or two ago I ran across a news item from Scientific American about how genetic differences between ethnic groups are probably accounted for by differences in gene expression in genes that are shared across ethnic groups, as well as by large-scale DNA differences between ethnic groups. The differences in gene expression are likely due to non-coding regions of DNA near the gene in question, which regulate the expression of the gene. One reason this is important is that it can help researchers figure out the genetic differences that lie behind different ethnic groups’ vulnerabilities to different diseases. In this particular study, researchers compared Asian and European populations.

My impression has been that genetic differences between ethnic groups are real, although there is no single marker that places people into discrete genetic groups, and that some diseases and conditions appear more frequently in one ethnic group than another (e.g., cystic fibrosis usually occurs in Caucasians, hypertension is more common among African-Americans than in other groups, and type 2 diabetes is more prevalent in Latin American and African populations). This news story from January 2005 describes a study at Stanford a few years ago that looked at the racial categories people used to identify themselves and found that those categories mapped very well to categories that could be identified genetically. Out of 3,636 people in the study, only 5 of them placed themselves in a category that did not match the ethnic group their DNA put them in.

I’m fascinated by population genetics, and what we can learn from our DNA about where we come from and how we got to be who we are. And from a practical standpoint, it can be useful to understand the origins of diseases that strike one ethnic group more than another, and in particular to figure out how to prevent these diseases. See, for example, Gary Paul Nabhan’s Why Some Like It Hot: Food, Genes, and Cultural Diversity, in which he investigates differences in food preferences and health between various ethnic groups. I think he has a chapter in there on the Tohono O’odham people of southwestern North America and why they are so much more prone to obesity and diabetes when they eat the standard US high-calorie, high-carb, high-fat diet (not that it’s good for anyone), and how they can change their eating and exercise habits to reduce their risk of the disease.

So I was surprised to read the other day that race is a entirely a social construct, and that “there is no gene for race”. This was in some information I received about the Human Race Machine, which visited the Indiana University campus in Bloomington this past week. The machine scans people’s faces and then applies morphing algorithms to make them resemble faces from other races (I think you can choose from five or six: Caucasian, African, Indian, Middle Eastern, Asian, maybe another that I can’t remember). The experience is intended to help people realize the essential unity of the human race, despite superficial differences in skin color and facial features. How you get from there to the idea that the differences are not real and are not linked to any underlying physical cause is beyond me, and I’m extremely disheartened that someone evidently thinks that we can’t get across the message that race-based discrimination and hatred are wrong without tossing science aside to do it.

Obviously people have used racial differences as an excuse to rank populations in a hierarchy, to claim that one race (their own, of course) is superior to the rest and that members of other races are somehow not as human and do not need to be accorded the same rights, dignity, and freedom. That, of course, is purely wrong, but it’s not wrong because we’re really all genetically or physically identical. And genetic differences between races don’t negate the essential similarity of human needs and human rights across different populations.

Maybe as part of the maturation of our species we need to learn that genetic differences (which are statistically small but by no means trivial) are not about superiority or inferiority; instead, they tell our history and describe the entire spectrum of humankind on this planet. Race is not entirely a social construct; the hatred and ranking and subhuman status accorded to some races over the course of history are socially constructs. I would like to think we can attack those wrongs without jettisoning the science that’s teaching us about human diversity, the ways our bodies work and why they sometimes don’t. I remember a line from the original Star Trek series, from some discussion about the Vulcan ideal of IDIC (infinite diversity in infinite combinations). Spock said something about the way our differences can combine to create meaning and beauty. Isn’t that the essence of diversity? And don’t we have to acknowledge that the differences are real in order to truly value diversity?

What happens to your first language when you learn a second?

If you immerse yourself in the early stages of learning a new language, you might start to lose your grasp on the old one for awhile; this phenomenon has the depressing name of “first language attrition”. Researchers from Spain and the US investigated what’s going on when this happens, and concluded that when people focus on words in the new language, they appear to be actively suppressing the memory of the old familiar words in their first language. This effect goes away when people become fluent in the second language (so it’s not a depressing zero-sum sort of thing, as it appears at first); perhaps it’s a useful brain strategy that helps cement the new language more firmly in memory by ignoring the old one temporarily.

You can read this article from Science Daily to learn more. I was amused at the intro to the Science Daily piece, which mentions one of the researchers musing about how it could be “possible to forget, even momentarily, words used fluently throughout one’s life.” Sadly enough it happens to me all the time, and not in the context of learning a second language either.

So what are you optimistic about?

Every year Edge.org asks a variety of smart people a thought-provoking question and posts the brief essays they write in response. The question for 2007 is “What are you optimistic about and why?” You could browse for a long time through all the responses. A few of them stood out on first glance.

Some are optimistic about our political and environmental future. Jared Diamond (author of Guns, Germs, and Steel and Collapse) has used the phrase “cautiously optimistic” in several of his books, as I recall, and he uses it again in his essay about how “Good Choices Sometimes Prevail.” A few other people express optimism about our ability to make it through climate change and the upcoming oil crunch. Chris Dibona of Google is hopeful about the way freely available satellite images of Earth could help unveil political and environmental abuses and thus fuel informed protest of these abuses.

Others range through the inner space of human consciousness and the wider spaces of the universe. Evolutionary psychologist Geoffrey Miller is optimistic that the accumulated knowledge of evolutionary psychology can teach us how to die well. MIT physicist Max Tegmark has some interesting thoughts on the rarity and significance of conscious life in the cosmos.

Some of the responders foresee good things for humankind’s social institutions. Biologist J. Craig Venter espouses what he calls “evidence-based decision making”, a fundamental element of scientific research, and is optimistic that it will spread beyond the scientific community; it surely sounds like a good idea to me. Anthropologist Helen Fisher is hopeful that marrying for love (rather than for reasons of power or property) might be gaining ground (although it seems to me like this is old news, at least in industrialized countries).

There are many more essays to browse through; these are just a few of the highlights. Happy reading, and best wishes for 2007!

Thinking meat celebrates the holidays

When I was a child, one of the things I loved best about Christmas was the music, particularly the old hymns and carols. I didn’t care very much for Rudolf and Frosty and their ilk; it was the sacred story of the holiday, as told so poetically and evocatively in the carols, that moved me. I loved the tunes and the words; I could sing the old carols over and over again and never tire of their beauty. When I left the church in my early 20s and became an atheist, I had to figure out what to think about this beloved music from my childhood.

I can remember the day I decided to stop going to church, but uprooting the church from my psyche (and giving up my beliefs about god and an afterlife) turned out to be a much longer and more complicated process than just staying home that one Sunday morning. For the first five or ten years after I left the church, I was almost aggressively secular in my observation of Christmas. Not only did I avoid midnight Mass; I didn’t play or sing any of the old carols, or listen to them on records. For a while in the early 1990s I considered not celebrating Christmas at all. Luckily I had children, and their presence kept me from totally severing my ties to the holiday. It might be irrational for an atheist to celebrate a Christian feast in any way, but I came to realize that Christmas is so much more than that.

After awhile I really missed the old music, and eventually I started letting it back into my life for no better reason than that it made me happy to have it there. I remember listening to the radio one morning in the mid-1990s, a few days before Christmas, and hearing “Ding Dong Merrily On High” for the first time; I was enchanted by the song, and wondered why I’d been so eager to cast all this music out of my life in the first place. As I gradually reclaimed more and more of my favorite Christmas music, much of it sacred, I had to wonder what exactly it meant to me. I do not believe that god exists, or maybe it’s better to say that I don’t believe that humans can say anything meaningful about whether there is a deity and if so what it is like. So why do I love Christmas carols so, and other sacred music as well (Requiems and Masses and Magnificats), when I don’t believe in the literal truth of the words?

Several years ago I was listening to Handel’s Messiah at Christmas time and realized that even if I don’t believe in the literal story that it tells, I do believe in redemption. It’s like reading a novel: The story I’m being told is just a fiction, but it tells the truth anyway about something more general, about human experience. I believe in redemption because it has happened to me (in a totally secular, mundane way). And the Messiah is full of words that have deep metaphorical significance for me. For example, on a dark winter day, the part about how the people that walked in darkness have seen a great light has a lot of appeal. Everyone has times of walking in darkness, literal or figurative, and hoping for a great light to appear and illuminate life and self. The light can be the literal return of the sunlight, or it can be mental or emotional light from the recesses of your own mind, from a friend, or from the words or music or images left behind by someone long gone.

And in Christmas carols, these metaphors are so often couched in beautiful words. O Little Town of Bethlehem has always been a favorite; when I was a child my mother had a book of poetry that included the lyrics. The silent stars going by, and the everlasting light shining in the dark streets—something in my soul still thrills to those images. Maybe the Christmas story moves me in part because it happened in the middle of the night, and there’s a star in the story. “Skies are glowing, the heavens are cloudless…”. Some of the carols focus on the central figures of a mother and a child, also an emotionally moving image.

Back when I was still going to church I heard some verses of “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear” that you don’t normally hear and was very taken with them, especially the verse about how with the ever circling years comes round the age of gold. The verse before that begins, “Oh ye, beneath life’s crushing load, whose forms are bending low, who toil along the climbing way with painful step and slow, look now, for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing” and it expressed perfectly my idea that even during bad times, there is hope for better times in the future. And I still believe that life often goes in cycles and if you can get through the bad times, the good times usually come back around again. Everything has a limit, and contains the seed of its opposite. The yin-yang symbol expresses this truth with the drop of white in the black, and the drop of black in the white. I don’t believe that a deity is going to come and reward his long-suffering people, but I do believe that better times almost always come again.

When I let sacred music back into my life, I was acknowledging its power and beauty and meaning even though I interpret those things on a metaphorical level. (When I look back at some of the things I was taught as a child, I have to wonder how on earth anyone could take them literally.) But for the sake of consistency, it still sometimes seems that I should banish anything church-related from my life entirely. I still wonder how to justify not banishing these things. How can I expect this country to lay aside supernatural explanations and to embrace a rational, skeptical, naturalistic view of life (which I believe it urgently needs to do) if even an atheist like me can’t stop singing along with some of the old Christmas songs? If I don’t believe in god, surely it can’t be right to enjoy music that extols his glories or pleads to him for mercy?

But this music expresses human emotions and yearnings that are meaningful even in the absence of the god they refer to. I guess I see them as mythology, and as one variation on an endlessly embroidered theme that humans have been developing in many ways down through the millenia. I appreciate the way art can take an everyday event or a common element of human experience and find ever new ways to express how it feels and what it means. The mix of elements in the holiday season as we celebrate it across this country today expresses the way people in this time and place have dealt with the story line that all humans in temperate latitudes have been given: the seasonal fluctuations in light and dark, warmth and cold, and what they mean.

And this is the variation of the theme that I grew up with, so it’s woven into my personal history. One of the reasons I love sacred music so is that a lot of the music from the times and composers I love is sacred music. If you like listening to Bach’s choral music, for example, which I do, you will have to figure out a way to listen to sacred music even if you don’t believe in god. And the Christmas season has acquired such deep emotional resonance, and so many meanings that revolve around family and love and home and friendship and continuity, and is embedded so firmly in my psyche from the years of my childhood, that if I didn’t somehow make peace with the fact that much of the words to the carols are about God, I would have had to cut myself off from something of great value to me, if only for its connections to my younger self.

When I was talking with someone about the meaning I found in this season, I talked of cycles, of the light shining forth in the darkness, of the solstice: knowing that the days have gotten as dark as they will, and rejoicing that the light will start to come back. (I should also have mentioned that it’s possible to find beauty and value in the dark, and to disengage from the 24/7 rush of life in the early 21st century in favor of the slower winter rhythms of nature and enjoy the opportunities for contemplation and reflection.) He said that I was confusing the Christian Christmas story with a much older pagan story, and I said that they were so intertwined that it was impossible to entirely separate one from the other. Christians took a story that was ancient when they found it, and they turned it to their own purposes, but the roots go way back. When I see people decorating their houses with green things and glowing things, I think about how this taps into a very ancient wish to ward off the dark and to remind ourselves that the light and the seeds of the green growth of summer are still there.

I guess what I enjoy is the things this tells us about the human psyche, the ways we draw together against the cold and the dark and provide comfort and warmth for each other, the yearning toward the light, the hope for the return of better times. It’s become encrusted with many things I find objectionable: the belief that a deity will provide the redemption we seek, the cloying pious sentimentality that so often pervades the Christian Christmas story (if “The Little Drummer Boy” vanished tomorrow, that would be wonderful), the frequent hypocrisy involved in much of the talk of peace and love, the shallow commercialism, the competitiveness over gifts or decorations, the crass opportunism of merchandisers. But at the core of it I believe there’s something deeply human that is worth keeping. I’m alternately amused and baffled and upset by some of the current celebrations of the ancient rituals of winter, but overall I’ve come to live with them as the particular manifestations in my time and place of some relics of our deep past. The story of the accretions humans have built around the basic astronomical facts of the seasons are not quite as uniformly beautiful as the pearl that the oyster builds around a grain of sand, but they are nonetheless fascinating clues to our minds and our history. And the memories of my own past are in the end too dear for me to be willing to leave behind their soundtrack, incongruent as it is with my present beliefs. I don’t live my life based on belief in God, and I’m not going to go out and declare war on those who listen to other carols or to no carols at all. I hope I’m not hurting the atheist cause so much after all if I sing along about how every valley shall be exalted.

Whatever your seasonal beliefs and celebrations, I wish you joy and peace and beauty.

Using psychology to improve transportation

Twice a day I have to cross a freeway bypass on foot; I’ve been doing this for over seven years so I’ve developed a technique for (and an attitude about) dealing with heedless drivers on the bypass who seem unaware that they share the planet with pedestrians. So I was intrigued by a news item at Seed Magazine about something called psychological traffic calming. This European traffic arrangement seeks to enhance safety in some urban areas by removing the barriers between cars and pedestrians (traffic lights, lane markings, signs, curbs) rather than reinforcing them as you might expect. The idea is that if drivers realize they are in an environment that includes pedestrians, they will slow down and drive more alertly and carefully, whereas when they are on a nice wide well-marked street that’s set off from the sidewalks, they think of themselves as being in a car-only environment and don’t worry so much about the bipeds in their midst. Basically the idea is to give drivers visual cues about their surroundings that shift them into a different frame of mind, so that they are mindful of people on foot rather than whizzing by oblivious to them. The article mentions some evidence that drivers slow down when they’re in an urban environment designed like this, but it doesn’t give any statistics for accidents.

Psychological traffic calming is mainly a European phenomenon but is starting to attract attention in the US. I’d be interested in seeing this in action. My gut reaction is that it would give me the heebie-jeebies (I don’t trust drivers that much). On the other hand, it does make sense that the reason the drivers on the bypass I cross are often dangerous is that they’re thinking in highway terms, which do not include pedestrians.

This story is a bit off the beaten path for Thinking Meat, but I’ve got to admit that waiting to get across that bypass every morning and evening does give me time to ponder how vulnerable the human body is, and how provisional and contingent the continuance of life (although I also have time to wonder if I should start carrying a paintball gun).

Proud to be a human today

At Harvard, a Report of the Committee on General Education was released to faculty recently, and although I haven’t been able to find the report online yet, I am impressed with some thoughts about it that Steven Pinker shares in this opinion piece in the Harvard Crimson. He acknowledges the value of the report but addresses two areas of concern, one a proposed “reason and faith” requirement, and the other the lukewarm language about science that the report uses. Regarding the latter, Pinker has some wonderful things to say about the worth of science:

…it is a remarkable fact that we have come to understand as much as we do about the natural world: the history of the universe and our planet, the forces that make it tick, the stuff we’re made of, the origin of living things, and the machinery of life, including our own mental life.

Also, the picture of humanity’s place in nature that has emerged from scientific inquiry has profound consequences for people’s understanding of the human condition. The discoveries of science have cascading effects, many unforeseeable, on how we view ourselves and the world in which we live: for example, that our planet is an undistinguished speck in an inconceivably vast cosmos; that all the hope and ingenuity in the world can’t create energy or use it without loss; that our species has existed for a tiny fraction of the history of the earth; that humans are primates; that the mind is the activity of an organ that runs by physiological processes; that there are methods for ascertaining the truth that can force us to conclusions which violate common sense, sometimes radically so at scales very large and very small; that precious and widely held beliefs, when subjected to empirical tests, are often cruelly falsified.

That’s a pretty good summary of some of the key features of thinking meat’s place in the cosmos and some of the challenges it faces, and I was pleased that he went on to say that education consists of understanding those facts to the point that they are second nature. And in the spirit of celebrating some of the wonderful things the human mind is capable of, I’m going to take bloggers’ license to cover a couple of stories that are only very loosely related to the Thinking Meat theme, but that are so cool I really wanted to write about them.

The first is the news that came from NASA today about the discovery that water has likely flowed recently on the surface of Mars, at least briefly. Using images taken by the orbiting Mars Global Surveyor (MGS), scientists found evidence that water might have flowed down gullies on the surface sometime since a 2001 image was taken. You can read about it in this press release from JPL; there are before and after pictures that show the deposits that appeared since 2001 and are believed to have been left behind by flowing water. It’s another tantalizing bit of information in the story of the possibility of microbial life on Mars, which makes it plenty interesting.

It’s also fairly mind-boggling when you stop to think that we are capable of seeing this kind of change on the surface of another world so far away. I’m on a mailing list that receives weekly lists of the best recent images from Mars Global Surveyor (which fell silent recently after an amazingly long and productive life in which it returned more than 240,000 images of Mars), and I’ve been regularly amazed at the wonderful things we’ve learned about the planet, not to mention the fact that I can sit cozily on my couch and with a few keystrokes call up sights that the most intrepid explorer of earlier times could only dream of seeing. In my opinion, missions like MGS, the Mars rovers, Galileo (which studied the Jovian system well past the end of its original mission), and Cassini (which is currently studying Saturn and its moon) represent some of the best things that human beings are capable of.

Another story in the news this week is about an ancient astronomical computer that was discovered in 1900 in the wreckage of a ship that sank in 80 BC. The Antikythera mechanism, named for the island off the coast of which the ship sank, has intrigued historians of science for decades, who have tried to figure out exactly what celestial motions it calculated. A recent analysis using nifty new imaging techniques has revealed new features of the mechanism and a previously unknown function (it computed solar and lunar eclipses). In fact, the analysis shows that it was more complex and sophisticated than anything that was produced in the thousand years following its creation. Researchers have been able to essentially reconstruct the innards of the mechanism and figure out how it worked to a degree impossible before. The link I originally put here in 2006 is now behind a paywall, so I will anachronistically link to a 2015 write-up by Jo Marchant in Smithsonian Magazine. An Astronomy Picture of the Day shows the mechanism itself, in all its mute encrusted glory.

This story is exciting for several reasons. First, no one knew until now that anyone in 80 BC was able to create such a sophisticated device for recreating the motions of the sun, moon, and planets. Second, the fact that we now have techniques for figuring out the way it worked despite the fact that it spent 2,000 years on the bottom of the sea is pretty impressive. The curiosity and ingenuity of our species are evident in both achievements. Also, there’s something very moving about this ancient piece of astro-gear being brought to light and studied so many centuries after it was made. I find today’s astro-gear fascinating, especially the huge new telescopes built over the last 10–15 years (or the ones still under construction), and this early example of the art and science of astronomical instrumentation seems equally beautiful and impressive to me.

Book review: Stumbling on Happiness

Daniel Gilbert’s book Stumbling on Happiness is not about happiness so much as it is about why our pursuit of happiness so often has disappointing results. Gilbert (Harvard College Professor of Psychology at Harvard University) presents quite a bit of well-organized information about the foibles of the human psyche and imagination in this witty and enjoyable book.

We think we know what will make us happy, and yet sometimes the things we work so hard for bring only brief contentment, if not disappointment or outright misery, if we finally manage to get them. Gilbert puts this in terms of our future selves, whose cholesterol levels and job satisfaction and financial comfort we spend so much time fretting over and for whom we give up so much present pleasure, yet who so often look back and shake their heads and wonder, “What on earth was I thinking?” The book is about why we so often misjudge what our future selves will find satisfying.

The short answer is that our minds are subject to various failings when we try to imagine our futures, similar to the optical illusions to which our eyes are subject. Gilbert wrote the book to explore the ways that these failures, which are consistent from human to human, illuminate the process of cognition about the future (which is, he says, the thing separating us from all the other animals on the earth).

In the first section of the book, Gilbert goes into some of the problems inherent in the study of something as subjective as feelings of happiness, and illustrates that although the subject is indeed fraught with difficulties, personal descriptions of present feelings are as accurate a report as we’re going to get, and these reports become scientifically useful when we gather large numbers of them for comparison and averaging.

Gilbert then groups human errors of imagination into three types and describes each type, complete with lots of interesting and often amusing evidence from psychological studies of human behavior.

The first type of error is that when we are filling in gaps in reality with something imagined, we do it so quickly and effortlessly that we don’t even realize we’re doing it. Gilbert gives a number of frankly disheartening examples of how flawed our perceptions of reality are, and how prone to interpolations based on suggestion or expectation. For example, the subjects in one experiment who heard the word “eel” preceded by a cough in a variety of sentences thought they heard either the word “heel” or the word “peel” depending on which word fit into the context of the sentence, even if they couldn’t determine which word would fit better until the end of the sentence and the word “eel” occurred near the beginning. Imagination also kicks in and colors our perceptions of what an event will mean—in other words, we interpret generic concepts like parties in a particular way, rather than realizing that there are multiple types of party—and this happens so automatically that we don’t realize that what we’re picturing might not match reality when the reality gets here.

The second type of error is that when our imagination is filling in the gaps for us, it doesn’t go all that far for its material, and so we tend to see the future as more like the present than it really will be. For example, if you’re like many Americans, at some point last Thursday evening you probably thought that you might never eat again after all that Thanksgiving turkey and stuffing and pie. Or at least it would be awhile before you felt like eating. But maybe by the end of the evening, or certainly by the next morning, there you were at the table as usual. Gilbert gives other examples of studies that show how our present experience unrealistically influences our concepts of what we will want to do in the future. We forget that the context will change in a variety of ways and our feelings will change with it.

The third error of imagination involves the ways we adapt to something once it has happened through a variety of rationalizations that we don’t foresee. This was also a fairly disheartening section; it seems that we view not reality but a filtered reality that our brain judges to be positive enough to keep us going but with enough negative feedback to allow us to change course when necessary. Gilbert uses our physiological immune system as an analog for the psychological immune system that balances our view of reality by, for example, finding good in the painful things that we don’t have much choice about. The whole book, but this section in particular, left me feeling a bit discouraged about how well we humans can grasp reality. On the one hand, we do manage to muddle through with what we’ve got, and the mental mechanisms that Gilbert talks about do have some positive consequences. But on the other hand, as with some of our anatomical features, our perceptions of the world sometimes seem to be those of a creature whose software and hardware still contain some bugs.

At the beginning of the book, Gilbert promises that later he will give us a solution to our problems of faulty forecasting, but that we almost certainly won’t make use of it. At the end of the book he suggests that the best way to determine whether a particular situation or course of action will make us happy is to look at people who are presently in that situation and see what they say about how happy they are. He closes with some discussion of why most people will reject this suggestion: basically, we think we’re more distinctive and individual and our situations are more peculiar than they are. It’s interesting that in the book he quotes Tim Wilson, who wrote an excellent book (Strangers to ourselves) about the many ways that our brains process information outside of conscious awareness, and how this subconscious processing influences our behavior without our being aware of it. Wilson makes a similar suggestion in his book, namely, that we can understand ourselves better not by trusting our own feelings and perceptions about who we are or what would be best for us, but by listening to what close and trusted family and friends say about us (he also predicted that people would not act on his suggestion).

Whether you take Gilbert’s advice or not, you’ll probably enjoy reading the book and learn some fascinating things about how your mind works.

Speaking in tongues

Twenty-five years ago, back when I still went to church, I fell in with a group of Catholic charismatics. I hadn’t even known there was such a thing; I was raised in a strictly traditional Catholic family and the idea of Wednesday night prayer meeting was itself faintly exotic to me. So you can imagine how I felt when I encountered the phenomenon of speaking in tongues, which people in this prayer meeting did regularly. (Oddly, though, the charismatics and my parents shared a strong social conservatism, despite their liturgical differences.)

I never knew what to make of glossolalia. I can picture my now ex-husband and I sitting beside each other on folding chairs in the church hall, exchanging furtive glances of astonishment and mild dismay the first time people burst into tuneful and lilting nonsense syllables. (What is the etiquette in such a situation, we wondered to each other later.) Most of the emotions people claimed to be feeling in the prayer group (a sense of divine love, a feeling of peace) frequently eluded me and in the end I think I figured that the whole thing was a mystery that I was never going to penetrate.

But that was before I gained my scientific sense of curiosity about what it was all about. Today it’s different, so I was interested in a recent story about glossolalia. Neuroscientists at the University of Pennsylvania have scanned the brains of people who were speaking in tongues to see which areas of the brain show increases or decreases in blood flow. Activity in the frontal lobes dropped compared to when the subjects were singing gospel songs, which indicates that the subjects had relinquished conscious control in some way, just as they felt they had. (I’m really curious, however, about how they were able to speak in tongues when they needed to.) A materialist like me would say that control has been passed to a different part of the brain, rather than to God. This press release talks about future work that will follow up on this research in an attempt to “demystify this fascinating religious phenomenon”. Which all makes perfect sense to me.

However, this excellent article in Slate quotes a New York Times article as saying that people who speak in tongues now have neuroscientific evidence for their claim that God is speaking through them. Seems like a huge leap to me. The Slate article talks about what it means when we find that our brain activity matches our first-person reports of what is happening to us—for example, when we feel we’re not in full intentional control and our brain activity reveals that indeed we are not, or when we report that we enjoy the taste of ice cream and brain scans reveal that by George, the pleasure centers are lighting up.

I’m interested in the neural correlates of emotional states because I want to know how the brain works and how it got to be that way. I don’t think we’re going to find evidence for God in there. Or rather, I think we’re going to find the mechanisms that produce our thoughts and feelings about God and reveal that we’re creating the whole thing inside our heads. This article is interesting because the author (who says he used to scan brains for a living) says that what would be compelling from a religious point of view is if our brains didn’t reflect the experiences we say we’re having (so we would have to wonder where our feelings of religious rapture came from). Until that happens (and I would be very surprised if it did), there’s really no particular surprise that what’s happening on the inside matches what we report on the outside. It’s just cool to figure out how it all works.

Neurons in birds linked to social behavior

A study of vasotocin-producing neurons in birds reveals that birds that live in groups have more of that kind of neuron, and the neurons are more active, compared to birds that live in pairs. The neurons appear to be specialized in their response to situations depending on whether the situation involves positive interactions that are likely to increase affiliation, or negative interactions that are likely to bring about antisocial behavior. What constitutes a positive interaction varies depending on how social a bird is, and thus the activity of a bird’s vasotocin neurons is related to what type of social life the bird has (as a member of a colony, or as a loner with only a mate to keep it company). This article from ScienceDaily gives the details. This type of neuron appears in other animals, including us (although the analogous neurochemical in humans is vasopressin), so the results could tell us something about the neurological underpinnings of the human personality difference between introverts and extroverts.

As an introvert myself, I noticed that the words used to refer to the less social animals were negative (grump, misanthrope). OK, it’s just a press release, but I think it’s missing the point. Each bird is fairly nicely tailored to suit whatever kind of life it leads; I’m assuming there are environmental factors that influence which strategy (living in a colony or living with only a mate) is advantageous for a particular species. The closing sentence talks about possible implications for human behavior, although we don’t yet know how to “turn a misanthrope into a party animal.” For starters, introverts aren’t misanthropes; they just like their human contact in smaller doses than extroverts do. And why would you want to change them? Maybe there’s a role for introverts in the human world just like there’s an ecological niche for the less social birds. I’ll get off my introvert soapbox now.