Hey, everybody. It’s Tuesday, and here I am writing another blog post. Huzzah.
I’m rather tired today, which I guess shouldn’t be that surprising, given that I have chronic trouble sleeping. Still, some days hit me worse than others, for reasons that are probably multifactorial and are certainly difficult to tease apart. And today, so far, seems to be one of the “I feel more tired than usual by a noticeable margin” days. You’ve probably all had such days, though you may not have used that specific term for them*.
There is some good news, news that in a way is not world news but is extraterrestrial news, at least temporarily: the Artemis mission has flown ‘round the far side of the moon, and in so doing has brought humans farther away from Earth even than Apollo 13 did; this is now the farthest humans have ever been.
It’s quite momentous, but the fact of this mission and its (so far) success, raises questions. I suspect the answers to them are disappointingly trivial, however. For instance, why was there such a delay in returning to the Moon after the last time in 1972? The answer to that is at least somewhat clear when one poses the related question: why did we work so hard to go to the Moon back in the late 60s/early 70s?
Of course, the main reasons were: primate dominance/hierarchy drives, writ large across the planet. The Apollo program was, in a barely metaphorical sense, the ultimate dick-measuring contest, and the USA won that one pretty clearly at the time (“Mine reaches all the way to the Moon and back, how ‘bout yours, motherf#cker?”). The fact that the Soviet Union basically admitted defeat in that region in that round is but one piece among the mountains of evidence confirming that, yes Victoria, humans did indeed land on the Moon.
It wasn’t for purely scientific reasons, though. In fact, the science at the time took a very distant, rear-facing-storage-area-of-the-station-wagon place compared to the politics that was in the driver’s seat.
Alas, human nature being what it seems to be, perhaps truly amazing innovation and advancement is simply much more likely to occur during conflict (literal and figurative). Maybe even the Beatles, for instance, were so great at least partly because of the (usually friendly) competitiveness between John and Paul, and also George once he found his considerable mojo. Ringo was the Samwise Gamgee/Bodhisattva of the group, which seems appropriate for a drummer.
Humans presumably have always had the capacity to make the many scientific discoveries and technological advancements that have occurred in recent centuries. But they needed to have an impetus before anyone would get anything done. The two strongest inherent drives are survival and reproduction, and those drives interact and accumulate as humans gather in larger numbers, and they sublimate into national competitiveness‒for wealth and power, for luxury, for prestige, for all that nonsense.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could deliberately control our motivation? We have crude means of affecting it already‒caffeine and various other stimulants‒but these are blunt yet jagged tools. In principle, microelectrodes could be implanted into something like the nucleus accumbens or the reticular activating system or more well-chosen, finely tuned areas of the nervous system. Then one could use a remote control to give oneself motivation when desired (?). Presumably, other mental states could be manipulated, encouraged, discouraged, etc. Just watch out that no one else gets their hands on your remote control!
Maybe it would be better to have a helmet with various directed electromagnets to stimulate specific brain regions at will. This process is already in use in relatively simple form**, but it could be honed and made more precise and more powerful and useful. It would be nice to be able to have large-scale motivation that didn’t require the tendency toward large-scale destruction.
It may be an inevitable challenge. Powerful forces can inherently have very good and/or very bad effects depending on circumstances and, of course, depending on what one means by “good” and “bad”.
Not to say that we couldn’t rather easily be doing things better than we are. We could. But…it seems we aren’t sufficiently motivated to do so.
*If you did, that would be truly surprising. It would be so surprising, in fact, that if you told me it was the case, I would more strongly suspect some manner of deception or illusion or delusion or cognitive bias than that it was actually true (this is reminiscent of Hume’s test for the veracity of supposed miracles).
**And is involved in the plot of my book(s) Unanimity, Books 1 and 2.

I believe the Beatles were also “competing” with Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys, who was doing some pretty innovative stuff at the time.
Unfortunately the same competitiveness that motivates us to go to the Moon also causes us to build and stockpile nuclear weapons. So one wonders if it results in any net improvement.