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without center or edge. And we discover that this weird open ended,
applies to the difference between a human and the chimpanzee who shares
98% of the human's DNA. It applies to the difference between a human and
It applies to the difference between the inside and the outside of the
lifeforms from cosmic rays? Or at the Sun, vital for life as such? And so on.
We find that edges between things are neither thin nor rigid—nor
billed platypus. Yet the boundary between things is full of all kinds of
thinking is in a loop, which is far from being a neat circle (if circles are
indeed need). Being in a strange loop is very much what it means to think in
were, running our steam engines then our cars, when it crept up on us that
all the while we had been generating enough carbon compounds to envelop
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discuss this more fully in a moment). Being in a loop also is very much what
less neat and holistic the “web” becomes, until it resembles something like
because for holism, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts, and is to
some extent “more real” than them. But this does not hold. A single
weather event such as a storm is not less real than the climate of which it is
a manifestation. It is caused by the climate, but distinct from it. In the very
change the sentence and end up with something like the “same” poem—or
that demarcates where the poem, upon losing words and lines of itself,
non-life. Yet lifeforms are also made of nonlife. It seems obvious that
carbon dioxide molecules are not alive—but is DNA alive? Where does the
boundary reside between life and non-life? Consider the humble (or not so
humble) virus. A virus is a string of RNA or DNA that cannot live on its
own, but instead inhabits another cell, taking over its functions and thus
propagating itself. A virus is very much like a long sentence of the sort
While the nucleus of the cell is busy finding this version of the sentence in
its archive, the cell becomes a virus factory. If you think a virus is alive, then
epiphenomena: good enough for the likes of us (humans), but not that real.
what counts as real. But what if this ambiguity were hard wired into what is
thing, like a line drawn by a pencil. On the other hand, it is a semiotic thing,
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like a line that means the letter /l/. Yet the boundary between where its
physical aspects stop and where its semiotic aspects begin is neither thin
nor rigid—which is also the case with our letter. One of Derrida's legacies
was to open up a wide, fluid boundary between things like letters and things
like marks and things like lines, populated by all sorts of strange entities.4 It
is not so easy to draw a dotted line between the physical and the semiotic.
Such lines are nowhere to be found on the surfaces of frogs, poems, clouds
and permafrost. Yet since Plato, as Heidegger and Derrida both explored,
Western philosophy has been in the business of trying to find these dotted
lines. On the other hand, there is indeed a difference between the physical
and the semiotic. We have a paradox. The question is whether the paradox
In other words, perhaps philosophy should get out of the dotted line
business and into the allergy medicine business, where the ambiguous,
ways.
to be sentient. Yet where does the boundary reside between sentience and
sentient in all kinds of ways: they protect themselves from danger, they
performative. You read the writing that slides out from the closed door of
the room in which the supposed person (or algorithm) resides. If you are
convinced that you are reading sentences by a person, then you might as
well be.5 This sets the bar quite low for what constitutes personhood—it is
a deus ex machina to calm down these jitters, the default, zero degree
spectral realm in which all kinds of strange, uncanny entities flit about, hard
we think logic means that you are not allowed to contradict yourself. For
can go on removing blades until there are none left and the logic will still
hold that the meadow is still there. So I decide that there are no such
things as meadows—they are too vague; might as well cover over the now
grassless patch of dirt with some concrete, since there never was a
meadow in the first place. This kind of logic is in league with the happy
the Anthropocene with its global warming and mass extinction. If we want
to care for ecological beings, we might need to revise the idea that in order
Nature. Nature only works when some things are natural and some things
ceasing to function as Nature. But ecology just is about everything, and how
advance. Up until the later eighteenth century, it was possible to make such
of cause and effect, and Kant gave us the reason why they should be blown
up, let alone in the age of Derrida two hundred years later. The concept
Nature was born during the Romantic period, at the very moment at which
moment of the inception of modernity (which is another term for the age
off. There are so many ways to show this—here is just one. Let me try to
some other sense. I have to use many sentences. The more sentences I use,
the less convincing I sound. I have to keep telling you, over and over again,
to stop reading this and go out and smell the air, be in Nature. Yet what I
end up with are pages and pages of Nature writing, possibly dictated to my
wife, who is sitting conveniently beside me and this tent as I commune with
to close the anxious gap between what exists and how it appears, the gap
opened up two hundred years ago at the inception of the modern period,
not a form of idealism that solves the problem of the gap between what is
and how it appears by losing the penguins and fir trees and replacing them
attempts to smooth over or abolish the gap, leaps right into the gap and
alive. As I explore this thought, more and more entities begin to slip into
what has been called, in robotics design, the Uncanny Valley. The Uncanny
R2D2 don't have this problem: they are unlike humans enough not to
appear uncanny. The uncanny is the strangely familiar and familiarly strange.
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Since I can't tell whether you are a robot or not in advance, the baseline of
be like me, but in a shifting and uncertain way—and this also applies to
myself, since I am also one of these strange beings whom I encounter, for
ecology. This wavy line of thinking continues until we find that the valley is
not a valley at all, but rather a gigantic plain on which all beings are
because the term ecology involves the Greek oikos (home). The German for
home at the very same time. The default condition of being at home is a
keeps on waking up near them. The concept Nature tries to iron out the
Ecological beings at whatever scale are uncanny, that is, they are
what they are, yet not exactly what they are, whichever way you look.
bee swarm or an antelope are all strange strangers—they are strange even
in his deconstructive book Veering. The term environment contains the word
veer, as does the term perversion.7 The environment is not a neat, spherical
thing that envelops me perfectly, such that I know exactly where I am and
currents, yet at the same time, it appears to have some sort of direction,
that of différance, is a very elegant term for what happens.8 The meaning of
a sentence is always just off beyond the end of it, and the same goes for
words and the squiggles we read as letters. We are pulled along by the
are not me, such as sentences and chapters. In the same way, there is a
the name of the thinking that reveals more and more of these push–pull
categorically nothing at all. This kind of nothing is what Paul Tillich calls
metaphysical, because it points out that there are all kinds of rippling,
shimmering gaps between being and appearing—and within being and within
gaps and folds between trees and tree appearances. It is not that really,
It is also to see things like trees as tricksters who are and are not as they
hidden aspect for once and all is what is called violence. Science does not
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peculiar charnel ground between realms, where spirits and specters tarry
with owls, trees and bewildered detectives looking for the structurality of
means being able to tolerate this “things are not as they seem” to the
Rice University
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Jacques Derrida, “Structure, Sign, and Play in the Discourse of the Human Sciences,”
Writing and Difference, tr. Alan Bass (London and Henley: Routledge and Kegan Paul,
(London and Henley: Routledge and Kegan Paul, 1978), 79–153 (151–2).
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Douglas Hofstadter, Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid (New York: Basic
Books, 1999), 541–543. The viral sentence (known as a Henkin sentence) sounds
University of Chicago Press, 1981), 54, 104, 205, 208, 222, 253.
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5
Alan Turing, “Computing Machinery and Intelligence,” in Margaret A. Boden, ed., The
Philosophy of Artificial Intelligence (Oxford and New York: Oxford University Press, 1990),
40–66.
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Jacques Derrida, “Hostipitality,” tr. Barry Stocker with Forbes Matlock, Angelaki 5.3
(December, 2000), 3–18; Timothy Morton, The Ecological Thought (Cambridge: Harvard