I hadn’t seen this Levi’s ad before I stumbled on a blog post about it, but apparently it’s been running for some time. Anyway, regardless of what you think about using Walt Whitman to sell jeans, I think the recording of his poem “Pioneers! O pioneers!” that’s used in the ad is pretty awesome. This is apparently the full version, read by Will Geer.
The poem is interesting in itself. (He said, fully aware that he knows not a fuck about poetry.) It sounds inspiring, but look at some of it:
We primeval forests felling,
We the rivers stemming,
vexing we and piercing deep the mines
within,
We the surface broad surveying,
we the virgin soil upheaving,
Pioneers! O pioneers!
Walt is like, “Fuck yeah, taking control over nature!” Show this to anyone hip and cool and concerned about the environment, though, and they ought to go, “AAAAA!” Celebrating the destroying of nature! For shame.
I still think the poem sounds cool, though as admitted I know nothing about poetry.
I’m going to respond to this post by Ryan Irvine, because I think it’s a sloppy critique of my post on correlation. Let’s see what he says:
In his Daily Meh piece that got a lot of attention the other week, Simen argues, with no shortage inscrutable post-Graduate circular logic, that “all we have to help us establish causal relationships is correlation,” or, in so many words, that orange production on one side of the world necessarily impacts the success of military coups on another.
I’ll simply note that Irvine can’t point to these alleged circularities in my arguments, or for some reason chooses not to in the rest of his response; and further, that the characterization of my argument “in so many words” is so skewed that I cannot imagine how anyone could have arrived at it without wilfully giving my post a very uncharitable reading. I stand by what I said, and people can go back and read what I originally wrote to see what I actually meant.
He continues:
My knee-jerk reaction to this argument was “What? No.” and I tried to argue as much over e-mail, and was, without much hesitation or explanation, told I was wrong in the roughly same terse manner that so many theoretical Computer Science professors had employed to tell me I was wrong in college.
I don’t know about those theoretical Computer Science professors, but I don’t feel the need to be apologetic about disagreeing on a philosophical issue. When someone sends me an email in response to something I wrote, I think it’s great! Even if they disagree. But if they tell me, “You are wrong, for the following reasons”, and I don’t find the following reasons convincing, I will respond in kind: “no, actually, I think you are wrong, for these reasons…” I don’t really see the need to be hesitant or give any further explanation than I’ve already given. I stand by what I wrote and the way I wrote it, but since this is private communication, I suppose I can’t give the whole audience a chance to see what it was all about. I suppose the above is meant to be insulting, but since there are a number of computer science professors I admire, I’ll take a comparison to them as praise.
Without further ado, I’ll do what I did in my email response to Ryan, namely, explain why I find his argument unconvincing. On to the meat of the critique, such as it is:
Listen, Simen is a smart dude—I like him so much I even stole his Tumblr theme!—but I see his argument as one dependent on repeatedly observed coincidences and leaps of faith, and a suggestion that just because we can’t prove that a relationship is not causal yet means that we should accept that it is for the time being. Though he has concocted the necessary verbal discrete math to support his argument—or at least otherwise confuse those who would disagree with him—this approach seems wholly unscientific to me, and it seems downright tired, perhaps because this kind of thinking has been continuously proved wrong since at least the 17th century.
I’ll let astrophysicist and generally awesome human being Niel deGrasse Tyson elaborate to that end. In this talk he gave about the role of Intelligent Design in science, Tyson explains that God has historically been and continues to be credited as the cause of pretty much anything that has ever occurred—even by scientists—at least until science comes up with a better explanation. Before Isaac Newton (co-)invented calculus to show why planets move the way they do, it was widely accepted that the elliptical movement of planets was simply God’s will. People didn’t care to give this problem much thought in part because they didn’t know how to approach it, and so they accepted God’s role (quite literally) on good faith. Years later, around the turn of the 19th century, French mathematician Pierre-Simon, marquis de Laplace used Newton’s work on planetary mechanics and gravitation to show why the universe is far more stable than previously thought. When asked by then emperor Napoleon Bonaparte why his work made no reference to God, Laplace replied, “I did not require him for this explanation.”
So God is the reason correlation doesn’t imply correlation? The above is an attempt to show that my thinking leads to absurd consequences, and so must be wrong. And it would indeed be absurd to think that the motion of the heavenly bodies was anchored in God’s will, not the laws of nature. The missing link in this counter-argument is the most important piece of all: the one that connects my claim, correlation implies causation (with the appropriate caveats), to the use of God as an explanatory factor in everything from astronomy to the social sciences.
Now, let me ask you: did all those theologians and natural philosophers who tried to “explain” this or that in terms of God’s will base their claims on an observed correlation between God and the phenomena they were trying to explain? I admit, if I saw a giant man in the sky swooshing his hands hither and thither, and I observed that the stars and the planets followed the movements of the Divine Hands, I would be inclined to believe that God was really causing their motion. As far as I’m aware, that has never happened. No one’s ever seen God doing anything, much less orchestrating the motion of the planets. There is no correlation to base this claim on. The theologians’ assumption wasn’t based on evidence. They didn’t observe anything that could only be God; rather, they were unable to imagine how it could not be God, and so didn’t bother to even look for alternative explanations. Which is something I made clear in my original essay: correlation alone is useless. You must not simply observe a correlation, you must also rule out alternative explanations. The theologians and scientists so deeply steeped in theism that they could not see anything but God as an explanation of the motions of the heavens, made two mistakes: one, they didn’t have any observed correlation between God and planetary movements in the first place, and two, they didn’t rule out alternative explanations.
“I like to take things all the way to their logical conclusions,” Simen writes, “and unfortunately, the absence of inferences based on correlation would mean that we could never know that one thing caused another.” Yeah, maybe if you’re really impatient.
I wonder how Ryan Irvine thinks classical mechanics was developed, or how it was verified. I’m really curious as to what alternative means of verification these proto-modern scientists had, means that are now lost to modern scientists, to verify a connection without observing it to happen consistently. How did Newton et al figure out gravity, and how did they verify that their mathematics had any connection to reality? Well, of course they observed that the equations always held true. Apply this force on this object under these circumstances, and that always happens (where that is predicted by Newtonian mechanics). Like it or not, this is how science is done. Ryan suggests that correlation is only for the impatient, but that implies there must be some more certain way of knowing causal relations, one that’s available to us if only we’re patient enough to sit around and wait for it.
That sounds like mysticism to me. That isn’t how science works. Every one of the relationships between cause and effect that science has allowed us to gain knowledge of, has been verified to hold through the mechanisms I described in my original essay: consistent correlation, and reduction to simpler, more “certain” causal relationships. These “certain” relationships in turn could only have been confirmed the same way, through consistent correlations.
Now, as for the role of faith. Irvine thinks that I’m all for blind faith in spurious correlations. On the contrary, the method I describe depends on the faith in only one proposition: that the future will resemble the past. That’s it. Given the belief that the future resembles the past, a belief we must take on faith (lest we argue in circles), a belief that I think every single human being holds, we can predict the future by looking at the constants of the past. The scientific establishment has refined its methods for weeding out coincidental correlations and confirming true correlations over centuries. This is a complicated process: you need repeatable and repeated experiments; you need to fiddle with the parameters one at a time to rule out other possible explanations; you need to make sure your results are consistent with established science, or else amass such convincing evidence that it would be a greater miracle for this new result to be false. The process is complicated in the abstract and even more so in practice. Of course you aren’t going to do full justice to it in the space of a few hundred or a few thousand words, or even in a few hundred thousand words. But even so, I contend that at the heart of this process is the observation of correlations, the testing of them and the ruling out of spurious correlations. I challenge Ryan and everyone else to scientifically prove a causal relationship without relying on correlations, and I’m sure that if they can do it, Nobel prizes are lined up for them.
Planet of the Hats
My home world is very much like this one. It’s populated by billions of bipedal primates, who are just like people here: sometimes foolish, sometimes wise, sometimes hateful, sometimes generous. They are grouped into cities and nations, and sometimes they have wars, and sometimes they cooperate. You really would have a hard time telling our two planets apart, except for one thing.
The hats.
My people are obsessed with hats. Almost everyone wears them, and a lot of their identity is wrapped up in their particular style. Some people always wear cowboy hats, for instance, and others wear bowlers, and each think the other is exceedingly funny-looking, and would never consider switching. They have elaborate ceremonies for their children in which they confer the hats, and kids often go to special schools once a week where they learn about the history and significance of their hats. Everyone has the importance of hats drilled into them from birth to death.
The particular type of hat was critical. Individuals only rarely changed hat styles, and when they did, it was considered grounds for sorrow by those who wore the abandoned style, and cause for rejoicing by those wearing the newly adopted style. Sometimes people would invent new kinds of hats, which were typically regarded as bizarre when one person was wearing it, but once a sufficient number switched to the new style, they were respected automatically. It meant that streets of our more cosmopolitan cities were filled with strange and comical hats bobbing along, but no one laughed. Laughing at a hat was considered a heinous crime.
Fail better
Zadie Smith:
To me, writing is always the attempted revelation of this elusive, multifaceted self, and yet its total revelation - as Zagajewski suggests - is a chimerical impossibility. It is impossible to convey all of the truth of all our experience. Actually, it’s impossible to even know what that would mean, although we stubbornly continue to have an idea of it, just as Plato had an idea of the forms. When we write, similarly, we have the idea of a total revelation of truth, but cannot realise it. And so, instead, each writer asks himself which serviceable truths he can live with, which alliances are strong enough to hold. The answers to those questions separate experimentalists from so-called “realists”, comics from tragedians, even poets from novelists. In what form, asks the writer, can I most truthfully describe the world as it is experienced by this particular self? And it is from that starting point that each writer goes on to make their individual compromise with the self, which is always a compromise with truth as far as the self can know it. That is why the most common feeling, upon re-reading one’s own work, is Prufrock’s: “That is not it at all … that is not what I meant, at all …” Writing feels like self-betrayal, like failure. (…)
When I write I am trying to express my way of being in the world. This is primarily a process of elimination: once you have removed all the dead language, the second-hand dogma, the truths that are not your own but other people’s, the mottos, the slogans, the out-and-out lies of your nation, the myths of your historical moment - once you have removed all that warps experience into a shape you do not recognise and do not believe in - what you are left with is something approximating the truth of your own conception. That is what I am looking for when I read a novel; one person’s truth as far as it can be rendered through language. This single duty, properly pursued, produces complicated, various results. It’s certainly not a call to arms for the autobiographer, although some writers will always mistake the readerly desire for personal truth as their cue to write a treatise or a speech or a thinly disguised memoir in which they themselves are the hero. Fictional truth is a question of perspective, not autobiography. It is what you can’t help tell if you write well; it is the watermark of self that runs through everything you do. It is language as the revelation of a consciousness.
I’m fascinated by the idea of truth in fiction. On the one hand, I’m concerned that “truth”, which is a very useful concept to have, should be so diluted as to become useless. On the other hand, I fully recognize the feeling of inauthenticity that comes with writing: when I read something I wrote some time ago, it feels like my writing simultaneously overdramatizes and fails to convey how bad or good something truly was; I feel like it’s built on a pretense, like the self that’s shining through the cracks of the text isn’t truly me. This idea of writing as self-betrayal, as inauthenticity, while certainly not a matter of literal truth — because it applies just as well, if not more so when it comes to fiction — must have a connection of sorts to something truth-like. After all, there must be something, some ideal or standard that we’re comparing ourselves to when we feel as if we’ve betrayed the self.
Genius in fiction has always been and always will be extremely rare. Fact is, to tell the truth of your own conception - given the nature of our mediated world, given the shared and ambivalent nature of language, given the elusive, deceitful, deluded nature of the self - truly takes a genius, truly demands of its creator a breed of aesthetic and ethical integrity that makes one’s eyes water just thinking about it.
I like the above quotes better than the one from the same essay that’s been making the rounds, because that quote begins “a great novel is the intimation of a metaphysical event you can never know, …” and I don’t think there’s anything metaphysical about the novel. However, I agree with Zadie Smith that it’s intensely personal.
The Comic Strip Doctor
A (no longer updated) column holding forth about the ways various syndicated newspaper comics suck, by the author of Wondermark. There are essays on a bunch of sucky comics, usually full of stuff like this:
Rarely is there any depth to Id: the single joke is usually based on a broad cliché, and the drawings look like they were scratched out by a clubfooted chicken on the back of a vomit-stained napkin he found in the couch cushions of his paroled friend who owes him money because he spent his disability on Pabst Blue Ribbon instead of the light bill.
It’s funny, well observed, and I bet you could easily do it to a decent comic, because anything funny becomes unfunny when you start analyzing it. Not all the attempted rewrites are funny, but I’d love to see some in print. Nor do I agree with everything: am I really the only person who doesn’t see what’s so great about Peanuts? It’s boring, unfunny and uninteresting.
Pataphor
A pataphor is a meta-metaphor: a metaphor that extends from a metaphor, like a metaphor extends from reality. It’s part of the parody science “pataphysics”, which is a science two degrees removed from reality (if metaphysics is one degree removed). Related: the cuil hierarchy.
Example from wikipedia:
Non-figurative: Tom and Alice stood side by side in the lunch line.
Metaphor: Tom and Alice stood side by side in the lunch line, two pieces on a chessboard.
Pataphor: Tom took a step closer to Alice and made a date for Friday night, checkmating. Rudy was furious at losing to Margaret so easily and dumped the board on the rose-colored quilt, stomping downstairs.
Thus, the pataphor has created a world where the chessboard exists, including the characters who live in that world, entirely abandoning the original context.
He was engaged in a serious search for the meaning of his own existence. And he was hoping to find it by looking into the events that had preceded his birth. To do that, Cinnamon had to fill in those blank spots in the past that he could not reach with his own hands. By using those hands to make a story, he was trying to supply the missing links. From the stories he had heard repeatedly from his mother, he derived further stories in an attempt to re-create the enigmatic figure of his grandfather in a new setting. He inherited from his mother’s stories the fundamental style he used, unaltered, in his own stories: namely, the assumption that fact may not be truth, and truth may not be factual. The question of which parts of a story were factual and which parts were not was probably not a very important one for Cinnamon. The important question for Cinnamon was not what his grandfather did but what his grandfather might have done.From The Wind-up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami, apropos.
1989!
Every writer on 1989 wrestles with an almost unavoidable human proclivity that psychologists have christened “hindsight bias”—the tendency, that is, to regard actual historical outcomes as more probable than alternatives that seemed real at the time (for example, a Tiananmen-style crackdown in Central Europe). What actually happened looks as if it somehow had to happen. Henri Bergson talked of “the illusions of retrospective determinism.” Explanations are then offered for what happened. As one scholar commented a few years after 1989: no one foresaw this, but everyone could explain it afterward. Reading these books, I was again reminded of the Polish philosopher Leszek Kołakowski’s “law of the infinite cornucopia,” which states that an infinite number of explanations can be found for any given event.
It’s true, isn’t it? History always looks inevitable in retrospect. I don’t know if that’s an artifact of basic human tendencies — how we evolved to think about the past — or if it’s a result of the way we’re taught history: first, as a list of discrete facts and numbers; then, as we grow older, as a list of pivotal events, causes and effects so numerous that they look overwhelming in their power, certain to lead in one direction only, as if history was a straight, deterministic line rather than a branching tree.
Timothy Garton Ash has written two excellent articles on 1989. This is one, and the other is about 1989-style “velvet revolutions”. They’re full of snappy formulations that nevertheless look like they’re founded on nuanced historical research (I’m not a scholar, so I can’t vouch for it). Like this:
The end of communism in Europe brought the most paradoxical realization of a communist dream. Poland in 1980–1981 saw a workers’ revolution—but it was against a so-called workers’ state. Communists dreamed of proletarian internationalism spreading revolution from country to country; in 1989–1991, revolution did finally spread from country to country, with the effect of dismantling communism.
Or this, in the article about velvet revolutions:
So another name for the genus is “negotiated revolution.” Exit prospects for the ruling elites are critical. Instead of losing their heads on the guillotine, or ending up hanging from lampposts, transition-ready members of an ancien régime, from a president such as F.W. de Klerk all the way down to local apparatchiks and secret policemen, see a bearable, even a rosier future for themselves under a new dispensation. (…) In VR, it is not just the Abbé Sieyès who survives. Louis XVI gets to keep a nice little palace in Versailles, and Marie Antoinette starts a successful line in upmarket lingerie.
His main point seems to be: get off your asses! Don’t pretend like we (liberal democracies, democrats) don’t affect what happens. Everything we do, say, don’t say and don’t do affects what happens elsewhere:
This cautionary remark is, however, complicated by the fact that the external journalistic labeling sometimes helps people involved in an event to characterize, and even to understand in a different way, what they themselves are doing. The foreign journalist’s story becomes part of their own story. Framing it as a revolution helps to make it so. There is a spectator–actor–spectator loop. (…)
Yet to say “we must wait and see” misses a vital point. We—if we mean by that liberal democracies and democrats—are not mere observers in this history. We, like the foreign journalists reporting these stories, are also to some extent actors in them. (…) What we cannot credibly do is sit back and pretend that we are no part of this unfolding history, merely neutral spectators of it. That stance itself has an impact, thus belying its own claim. Whether velvet revolution has a future as well as a past will depend, in the first place, on the will and the skill of people in the places concerned; but it will also depend, in smaller measure, on us.
Why Do We Dream? Five Modern Theories.
When I saw this link (via azspot), it reminded me of a discussion a few weeks ago about dream interpretation. Mills felt that it was obvious that dreams are meaningful and can be successfully interpreted, while I remain skeptical that dreams contain any information capable of being interpreted into something useful (but not in total denial of the possibility), and, if so, that there’s a way to evaluate the veracity of our interpretations.
This article looks at different hypotheses about why we dream. It seems to me that dream interpretation relies on something like this theory:
Dreams Are Like Psychotherapy
But what about the emotion in dreams? Aren’t dreams principally the place to confront difficult and surprising emotions, and sit with those emotions in a new way? Ernest Hartmann, a doctor at Tufts, focuses on the emotional learning that happens in dreams. He has developed the theory that dreaming puts our difficult emotions into pictures. In dreams, we deal with emotional content in a safe place, making connections that we would not make if left to our more critical or defensive brains. In this sense, dreaming is like therapy on the couch: We think through emotional stuff in a less rational and defensive frame of mind. Through that process, we come to accept truths we might otherwise repress. Dreams are our nightly psychotherapy.
This is not the only plausible explanation of dreams. The article mentions other hypotheses: that dreaming evolved as a way to safely practice fight-or-flight responses; that dreams are the brain’s way of sifting through memories, deciding which will stay and which will go; that dreams serve to break up stagnant connections and create new, possibly more productive ones; and that dreams are meaningless, that they contain no meaning and have no function, that they’re simply the by-product of other cognitive processes.
This isn’t the only reason I’m skeptical of dream interpretation. It’s not just that I’m not sure the purpose of dreams is to act as a personal psychotherapist. Maybe that really is the purpose of dreams. (If so, I’d love to hear what this means.)
Another reason to be skeptical is that I can’t figure out how we’d confirm or falsify any given “interpretation”. The risk is that we think we’re gaining insight into our subconscious mind, but in reality it’s just our conscious mind free-associating with dreams as a starting point. Kind of like this: you’re a detective at the scene of a crime, looking for the murder weapon. You see a fish bowl. You remember that you used to keep fish as a kid. This reminds you that your mom used to feed them when you forgot. Which reminds you of her taking you to the store to buy fish food, and the purse she used to take with her to the store; and in it, how she always had her keys in a special compartment; you suddenly get an idea. You scan the room. Sure enough, in one of the doors leading into the living room where the dead guy lies, there is a key. You take out the key and observe that it has been filed down and sharpened, and there’s blood on it. Now, was the fish bowl really a clue, or simply an accidental starting point for a series of fortunate mental associations? I’d say there was no information about the murder weapon in the fish bowl. It was pure luck. Nineteen times out of twenty, this kind of spurious association leads nowhere productive; the detective’d force himself to snap out of childhood memories and focus on the matter at hand. There’s a real risk that dream analysis is just that: free-association that only accidentally finds something you didn’t know before about your subconscious. And there’s no way to distinguish false insights from true ones.
You know Mandelbrot, right? It’s a set of points that, if you draw its outline, produces a 2D fractal, like the Sierpinski triangle, but more visually interesting.
Well, someone found a 3D equivalent dubbed the “mandelbulb”. The above is a cross-section showing the interior of the structure. This thing produces incredible views, and you can keep varying parameters, zooming in and out, taking cross-sections, iterating, and so on to get infinite variations of the thing. It’s awesome.
To be precise, it’s probably not the true analogue of the 2D mandelbrot set, but it is a very impressive approximation:
As exquisite as the detail is in our discovery, there’s good reason to believe that it isn’t the real McCoy. Sure, there are incredible patterns, and I for one could be fooled at first glance. However, it would seem that the real thing will have even more exquisite detail, surpassing even the pictures we’ve seen! (That’s if it exists, but hey, there seems less doubt about that now!)
Evidence it’s not the holy grail? Well, the most obvious is that the standard quadratic version isn’t anything special. Only higher powers (around after 3-5) seem to capture the detail that one might expect. The original 2D Mandelbrot has organic detail even in the standard power/order 2 version. Even power 8 in the 3D Mandelbulb has smeared ‘whipped cream’ sections, which are nice in a way as they provide contrast to the more detailed parts, but again, they wouldn’t compare to the variety one might expect from a 3D version of Seahorse valley.
That means the biggest secret is still under wraps, open to anyone who has the inclination, and appreciation for how cool this thing would look. For sure I’ll still keep looking. For those people who take up the search, I wish you the best of luck. Until then, we’ll still have great fun exploring this object to the right I think!
Check out the gallery for lots of pretty pictures.
Imagine if they used this stuff to teach about trigonometry, geometry, imaginary numbers and so on. Math class suddenly became a hell of a lot more interesting! I know I’d be a lot more motivated to dive into hairy formulas if I could relate to it visually, like this.
I’m absolutely fascinated by the picture of the human numeric sense that’s starting to emerge. We don’t know everything yet, but it seems we have a primitive number sense that allows us to distinguish small quantities intuitively, a sense we may share with other primates, but this sense gets increasingly fuzzy as numbers grow larger, and pretty soon, we are into non-intuitive territory where we need to learn how to manipulate numbers and make a conscious effort to do so. This is also relevant to the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis, which says (in its strongest form) that language determines how and what we can think, because experiments with tribes whose languages have few or no terms for numbers (e.g., only words for “one”, “two”, and “many”) show that they have trouble learning larger numbers and manipulating large quantities accurately.
I’ve tried to illustrate this idea of an innate number sense above (as I understand it, not being a scientist working on this stuff). Suppose I ask you to imagine one banana, or maybe four. You can imagine four bananas easily: you can see each banana clearly in your mind, and you have a very good idea how this quantity relates to three or two bananas. You can easily picture adding two more bananas to the pile, so there’s six. But when you start talking about larger numbers, it becomes increasingly difficult to imagine each distinct banana, and the gap between each quantity seems to grow smaller. If I ask you to imagine thirteen bananas, not the numeral 13 but 13 distinct, clearly separated bananas, you’re going to run into trouble; it’s easy to imagine four different bananas, all with different shapes and slightly different colors and spots in different places, but thirteen? If I ask you to add twelve to the pile, you may remember that 13+12 = 25, but can you picture it? Can you picture a pile of thirteen distinct bananas, to which you add another twelve distinct bananas, the way you can easily picture in your mind’s eye a pile of three distinct bananas to which you add one? By the time we get to something like 167, I’m confident that no human can easily imagine a pile of 167 distinct bananas. You can only picture (and remember) a pile of lots of bananas, to which you attach the symbol “167”. By the time you get to the thousands and millions and billions, we start losing all sense of scale. I might picture a pile of 100-odd bananas as smaller than one of 1000-something bananas, but I’ve absolutely no intuitive idea of the difference in scale between 17 and 18 million or 45 and 56 billion bananas. I’m totally lost: all I have to lean on are symbols. Not only individual numbers, but orders of magnitude in difference get so fuzzy they float into each other, making simply a big blob that, if we want to remember it, we have to attach an exact symbol to.
This has nothing to do with either spoken or written language. You don’t need a public language at all to do complex numerical operations with large numbers. What you need is symbolic processing. Humans may have a primal sense for the difference and scale of small quantities; we, even as babies, can apprehend the difference between two and three of something without resorting to counting. I suspect dogs and cats can too. But what neither human babies nor cats can do is manipulate larger quantities intuitively. For that, we need symbols.
The symbolic processing of arithmetic may perhaps be considered a language, but it’s not a natural language, not a spoken or written language (although we can speak about it or write it out in a given natural language), and pretty much universal, in the sense that every culture that has a need for it develops it. Chinese, British and aboriginal arithmetic are the same, even if the language and instruments used to deal with them are different. The Pirahã, famous for having no numbers, would have developed the same arithmetic if they had a use for it. That’s quite different from the usual picture of a strong Sapir-Whorf linguistic determinism.
Correlation implies Causation
An often repeated mantra is this: correlation does not imply causation. This is wrong.
In An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding, David Hume lays out his famous argument against induction. In particular, he writes:
It is confessed, that the utmost effort of human reason is to reduce the principles, productive of natural phenomena, to a greater simplicity, and to resolve the many particular effects into a few general causes, by means of reasonings from analogy, experience, and observation. But as to the causes of these general causes, we should in vain attempt their discovery; nor shall we ever be able to satisfy ourselves, by any particular explication of them. These ultimate springs and principles are totally shut up from human curiosity and enquiry. Elasticity, gravity, cohesion of parts, communication of motion by impulse; these are probably the ultimate causes and principles which we shall ever discover in nature; and we may esteem ourselves sufficiently happy, if, by accurate enquiry and reasoning, we can trace up the particular phenomena to, or near to, these general principles. The most perfect philosophy of the natural kind only staves off our ignorance a little longer: as perhaps the most perfect philosophy of the moral or metaphysical kind serves only to discover larger portions of it. Thus the observation of human blindness and weakness is the result of all philosophy, and meets us at every turn, in spite of our endeavours to elude or avoid it.
He rightly observes that our best attempts to make sense of the world consist in reducing causes and effects to simpler parts, thus staving off our ignorance for a while, but what we’re doing is ultimately only pushing our ignorance onto ever simpler reactions. These elementary cause-effect relationships, whether they be “elasticity, gravity, cohesion of parts, communication of motion by impulse” or Quantum Mechanics, are still assumptions that we make. We don’t make them arbitrarily, but we still assume them, because no one has ever observed a cause. The question is, how do you establish causation if not by correlation? How do you come to know that one billiard ball causes another to move in a particular direction, if not by observing that the correlation holds at all times? Using modern physics, you may be able to explain it in terms of the motions and interactions of elementary particles; but how do you know that one particular elementary force or particle caused some other state of affairs to obtain? How do you know that photon caused that electron to make a quantum leap? (Fun fact: in common parlance, “quantum leap” means “huge leap”, while in physics, it is one of the smallest leaps you can possibly make, between two discrete energy states of an electron.) Ultimately, you know it because you observed the correlation and you ruled out other explanations.
Rod Knowlton writes:
Correlation alone can be a reason to look into something, but cannot be the basis for a conclusion.
I don’t want to say that he’s wrong, because I understand perfectly well what he means, which is that just because you observe a correlation between two kinds of events, that doesn’t mean there is a causal relationship between the two. It’s a perfectly useful phrase for describing that fact. The vast majority of people who hear that “correlation does not imply causation” will take from it that useful lesson without getting into serious philosophical territory. But I like to take things all the way to their logical conclusions, and unfortunately, the absence of inferences based on correlation would mean that we could never know that one thing caused another.
Consider a case that practically begs for the correlation doesn’t imply causation mantra. Say someone observes that every time there’s a military coup in Latin America, there’s a great year for oranges in China; there are twice as many ripe oranges in a given year if there was a Latin American military coup that year. There is no logical reason why orange harvests in China and military coups in Latin America would be related, so naturally, we’d be skeptical that there was a causal relationship between the two; even if we could clearly point out that one of them always preceded the other, that would hardly prove that one event was the cause of the other. How would we go about investigating this?
We’d do it by varying parameters. By looking at different conditions, we can observe whether or not the correlation always holds. If we have exhausted every possible cause, and found that the only thing that always precedes a good orange year in China is a military coup in Latin America, so that there is never a good orange year without a preceding coup, never a coup without a following good orange year, and no other factor that also consistently correlates with the orange year, then we can tentatively conclude that the military coup is somehow causing the good orange year. Since we’re unable to reduce this cause-effect relationship to a combination of simpler operations that we already trust, we may still be skeptical and quite open to the possibility that we’ve simply missed something — that there’s something else that also correlates, that we didn’t see. For all we know, there could even be ten different causes for ten different good orange years, and the correlation is simply accidental, but as long as we assume that the future resembles the past (a claim we cannot ultimately prove either, as Hume also reminds us), that’s exceedingly unlikely and becoming unlikelier every time we observe the correlation to hold.
But what if we could find some plausible combination of already accepted causal relationships that together add up to make the military coup affect the Chinese orange growth? This interaction here, this interaction there, and together, we get this? We may have guessed that the processes in the motor of a car makes it move, because we see that every time we start the motor and perform the necessary steps to control it, the car moves; but we can be sure because every process that goes on in a car’s motor are well-understood (not necessarily by you and me, not even necessarily by a skilled mechanic, but certainly by the aggregate of human knowledge) and we can see how they add up to the combined effect: the car moves. If we could find a chain of well-understood and trusted causal relationships that together forge a connection between cause and effect, military coup and oranges, we would have to accept the relationship as a truly causal one, and not just accidental correlation.
All this is just what Hume more concisely says in the quote above: we unload our uncertainty about causal relations on simpler, more fundamental causal relationships, but this can only stave off our uncertainty for so long. At some point, we have to ask: but how do we know that this elementary interaction causes that one? How do we know that the fundamental cause-effect relationships that we take for granted aren’t accidental? The answer is: we observe correlations! We know this because we have observed the correlation to hold many times, and by varying circumstances we can see that no other correlation holds as well; thus, to find out the cause of something that happened, we look for the strongest correlation, the one that holds most consistently. That is all. We cannot see, touch, smell, hear or taste a cause. Causes cannot be observed directly. The only thing we can actually observe is correlation, and the only way to protect ourselves from accidental correlations is to keep varying circumstances until only one correlation remains. Any number of things could occur before an eight ball rolls over to the right hole; by observing what happens in a variety of circumstances, if we observe that the only thing that always happens before the ball starts rolling is that another ball strikes it, we conclude that the cause of one ball’s movement is the force of another that strikes it. All we can ever do is reduce events to Hume’s “few general causes”, and regardless of the nature of these causes, our trust in them comes only from observing strong correlations.
For this reason, correlation implies causation. In fact, correlation is ultimately the only thing that implies causation. I was deliberately provocative when I said that “correlation does not imply causation” was wrong, because in the sense that “any correlation doesn’t imply causation”, it’s obviously true. I did this to highlight this interesting and possibly troubling epistemological fact (fact about how we come to know things): that the only way to establish knowledge of cause and effect is to observe correlations, because causes aren’t directly observable. Not any kind of correlation, of course. We must rule out alternative explanations. That’s actually a good nutshell version of the scientific method, which for understandable reasons is usually phrased differently: observe correlations of the form “A happens, then B”. Repeat experiement to confirm. Systematically vary circumstances until you start seeing correlations disappear. Continue until you have found one correlation that seems to stubbornly refuse going away, no matter what wacky edge-cases you throw at it. You may now, provisionally, conclude that A causes B. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Why is this troubling? Well, for one thing, we may fall prey to false causes, precisely the kind of thing the “correlation doesn’t imply causation” mantra warns against. No matter how many times one thing happens (or doesn’t happen) after another, we cannot be absolutely certain that it will (or won’t) happen again in the future. I’m reminded of the chemistry lab that exploded in Florida in 2007. They had done the chemical reaction that blew up the lab 175 times before without incident; then, suddenly, something went wrong and the lab went boom and real, actual people died. That particular correlation (between doing the reaction and a safe outcome) wasn’t true. Turns out, luck was what had been keeping them safe all this time.
Not only false positives (accidental correlations), but also false negatives (causes that don’t correlate) could trip us up because of our reliance on correlations. Maybe an accidental correlation is masking the fact that there are different causes to the same phenomenon; if none of the causes are repeatable, because of unique circumstances that we cannot duplicate, then we may never be able to comfirm that one time, it really was the dog that farted and not your sorry, excuse-making ass. If God’s invisible hand caused something to happen, that event might not be replicable, and we may never be able to confirm such miracles. And how the hell do you disambiguate between perfect correlations? If both A and B always happen before C, but nothing else is constant every time C happens, how the hell do we know which is the cause? How do we know it wasn’t the Invisible Pink Unicorn’s Invisible Pink Horn that caused C? We may never know, because all we have to help us establish causal relationships is correlation.
Linguashmucks
This is a translation of a post in and about Greek, specifically, about text speak and its not being the end of western civilization. I think it’s wonderful both for the insight into Greek and for the universal aspects.
Now, if you don’t get the joke, pull up a seat, and let me remind you of a thing or two about the Immortal Greek Tongue. Who knows, we might have a laugh together.
So, we here in this country of stones have been cursed, to have had some utter loafers live here before us. These loafers didn’t know what else to do with their time, so they sat around and came up with philosophies. And any number of related sciences, too. As if it wasn’t bad enough that they came up with those philosophies, the bastards went and left behind some written texts—just so they could torment their descendants with them. These written texts were later taken up by Civilised Humanity, to their great admiration. (Insert exclamation point here.) Of course, Civilised Humanity then burnt most of those texts, in case they fell into the hands of unsuspecting serfs and gave them any curious notions. The ancient texts that weren’t burned were copied by pious monks, with the appropriate level of care to ensure there were no deviations from Christian morality. (And if there were any, then so much the worse for the deviations.) This bunch of stuff more or less passed on to Modern Greece as “Ancient Greek Literature”. And they turned our brains to chicken wire with it in High School, because it was compulsory to teach it to us from the original. (Original my ass.)
At any rate, There’s two things you should keep from this story:
- The pathological relationship of Greek citizens with the Ancient texts: texts they flipped off in school, and flip out on in middle age.
- The hysterical idealisation of the Ancient Greek language, because many of its words are used in modern Western science.
Now, I love the image of Greeks flipping off texts in school and flipping out on them in middle age. I don’t know Greek, but I imagine that’s a really clever translation. The author’s main point about text speak seems to be that it’s simply natural change — real people using real language to do what language is for, communicating — which tends toward efficiency:
And while:
- Greek teachers presume to do a linguist’s job, imposing arbitrary grammatical rules;
- authors write however the mood takes them, either using local dialect, or following the vernacular of their suburb, or even inventing a language of their own;
- the State communicates in a farrago of Demoticising Puristic;
- the Church stays faithful to Old School Puristic—
the citizens of the country speak their own language. Which makes sense, right?
(Thanks to everything in the sky for reminding me of Tom Gauld’s wonderful comics. Previously.)