A locked posting in Another Place asks where morality comes from. So, let's
polish that off in an LJ posting, shall we?
I find something like Ken Macleod's so-called True
Knowledge tempting, at least as a fall back position (as the author of
that page says). In the absence of a God, or at least, of one who cares enough
to show herself plainly, what matters to you is what matters. If love, charity
and loyalty are important to you, you should act to advance them as far as you
can. Morality is whatever you can get away with, where "getting away" doesn't
necessarily mean swindling people (although it might, there being no
absolutes here), but merely advancing things which you consider good. If
enough people agree with you, the power of your argument grows.
It's not clear the MacLeod himself thinks the True Knowledge is a good thing
(believers in it commit what I'd regard as genocide in his book The
Cassini Division). I found some interesting
discussion of quite what it is he does think of morality, which makes
reference to the True Knowledge idea. Graydon's
views seem particularlty apposite.
Isn't this the bad old "might makes right" philosophy, which, taken to its
logical extension, will lead to us driving around on smoke-belching killing
machines while wearing leather and listening to Tina Turner? I'd like to hope
not.
My own morality is based on my long term self interest. Being content, finding
things out, having friends and loves are all things I enjoy, so I act to
maximise my chances of such things persisting. That includes being part of a
group and of a society which will allow such things to continue. I'm surely not
unique in thinking that the Mad Max war of all against all isn't
going to help further my aims. As Graydon says, power rests of peace.
In Greg Egan's rather good Distress,
there's an artificial island which floats unsupported in the middle of the
ocean (that's like, a bleedin' metaphor for existence, you see: keep up at the
back). The society on it is one of your standard SF capitalist anarchies,
although a little less hard nosed than the sort of thing you find in other
authors' works. The response to the narrator's question "Why doesn't
someone try to exploit the system and take over?" is amused condescension from
the islanders, who point out that that the question amounts to "Why don't you
all try to make your lives as miserable as possible?"
That's not quite the full story, of course: there are bad people out there, so
whatchya gonna do when they come for you? The book's islanders have their own
answer, which I won't spoil. The sort of biology
based ethics which MacLeod seems to have in mind advises being nice to
everyone you meet and walloping them if they wallop you. There are people
who've not worked out that it's in their own best interests not to be an
asshole, but eventually everyone else will move out of their way and defend their walls. I've made
comments about burbclaves and
things of that nature before. As I've been talking about Neal Stephenson, what I'm
thinking of is more of a phyle (from his book The Diamond Age)
than a burbclave, really. It's not about living with people who all like
ballroom dancing, but rather about living with people who share your
outlook.
Surfing around the other day, I found a Christian
response to Bertrand Russell's Why I am not a Christian,
in which the author points out that saying Jesus' belief in hell was
immoral presupposes some sort of morality. The same goes for the Problem of
Evil: where does your definition of evil come from? In both cases, my answer is
that morality comes from within me by the process of considering what I want my
life to be about. Ignoring Calvinism (which has huge moral problems of its
own), it is my choice whether or not to accept Christianity's morality. I find
the infinite torture of relative innocents to be unjust. There are other people
who can accept this idea, and so be a part of the Christian phyle, but I'm not
one of them.
I may be being self important here, but if that was me, consider it unlocked...