Echoes Underground

What do we learn from a museum? What knowledge is conveyed when you look at an object? Put a bunch of school children in the Egypt room at the British Museum… are they gaining any propositional knowledge about Ancient Egypt? Or are they actually gaining something more valuable, more visceral?

Inspired by a recent day out wandering around some of Oxford’s more random museums (Museum of the History of Science! The Weston Library! The Pitt Rivers!), our co-host proposes that a well-curated museum can epistemologically produce more than the sum of its parts through good presentation and the juxtaposition of different objects. Being confronted by an object is completely different to reading a book. It’s a vibe, it’s inspiring, it’s an aesthetic experience. The muse descends in a museum.

The Weston Library had an interesting exhibition on oracles and soothsaying, very minimalist - an old papyrus, an astrological almanac and an iPhone lined up side by side, all the same size, and the thing was that this was different ways that people have interacted with astrology over time. Make u think. The picture they had of a chicken oracle, and the story of Evans Pritchard using it for several years as his primary decision-making method with a good amount of success, makes one think.

This is in contrast to the Pitt Rivers, which is a small dark room completely packed with random objects from around the world, grouping exhibits by what they’re for rather than geography or time. A Hawaiian spear next to a Macedonian spear, two objects far apart in space and time, have similarities and differences - something you only see by having them side by side. Why are they similar, why are they different? It’s not scientific, but you get the germ of a thought that can flourish into philosophy. We should Return - but why don’t we?

We also spend a lot of time rhapsodising about a 10,000 year old handaxe one of us found in the Eye of the Sahara in Mauritania. It’s still sharp, still as useful as the day it was crafted by a human being long turned to dust by the desert wind.

Here’s a link for the David Abulafia article we mention on the Benin Bronzes: https://www.spectator.co.uk/article/the-danger-of-returning-the-ghanaian-crown-jewels/

We read Meditations on Violence by Sgt Rory Miller, a US corrections officer and martial artist, discovered in some Reddit argument on martial arts. We absolutely tore through it, sub 24 hours, on a weekday too, day job in disarray.

Miller is one of the men who is sent into a prison riot to sort it out, a member of that class of humans who confront violence every day so the rest of us don’t have to. He spends the book pointing out stuff you’ve always known subconsciously but have never really thought about. Stuff that’s obvious when you think about it, but one never thinks about it. Powerful mental models to help you assemble the various observations we’ve all made out in the world.

The premise is that a martial arts competition is nothing like violence in the real world. Violence in reality is nothing like what you think it is like, or how it is portrayed in media or in your daydreams.

What is violence? Violence in films, books, video games and even the UFC is ritualised - everyone knows it’s a fight, there are rules, there’s a lot of back and forth, the parties are evenly matched, it lasts a long time, and the fight ends when someone is knocked to the floor. Violence in reality is almost never like that. It’s not a fight, it is a predator ambushing, and a victim unaware they are in a fight until they have been struck. And the victim freezes, both psychologically and as a result of the hormone dump. The biggest challenge in self defence is not freezing. The second biggest challenge is unlearning the unspoken rules that govern our society - like how you’re not allowed to gouge someone’s eye, like how you should stop when you’ve been hurt badly.

But the best thing to do is not be there, or to avoid being drawn into a confrontation, or to project enough of an aura for predators to pick a victim who isn’t you. And the best preparation is to have thought about it - under what conditions do you act, and what are you prepared to risk and sacrifice when you do. Because when you act, you have to commit.

Artem, guest extraordinaire, is back. He made us read Martin Heidegger’s essay The Age of the World Picture, and in this episode he achieves the impossible. Under his patient tutelage what had previously been an impenetrable, fastidious German hallucination became clear, meaningful, even actionable

Heidegger’s work does not stand alone - he’s building on millennia of philosophical tradition, most recently Hume, Kant, Nietzsche and Hegel, and on top of that he is reacting to his mentor Husserl. The Age of the World Picture, however, can be read independently of all that. There’s very little phenomenology, the subjective viewpoint and intentionality are not mentioned, and instead we get a straightforward discussion of what modern thinking is, how it differs from the ancients and medievals, the institution features of modern science, and how all this relates to our view of what is in the world and how we interact with it.

We did, however, want to understand a bit of what phenomenology is. A bit of intellectual context helps. Phenomenologists want us to stop thinking of senses as passive receivers. Instead our senses are reaching out into the world and constructing phenomena, applying pre-existing structures (redness, squareness) to help us make sense of what’s there. Our brains are modelling the world and checking that model against the input of the senses. We come to the world with a bunch of assumptions, and think about the world through these assumptions.

The Age of the World Picture describes how the modern way of thinking about the world is just one bunch of assumptions, but crucially a bunch of assumptions that is compatible with the notion that there are other other bunches of assumptions that could be used instead. This idea that there can be different worldviews, that your own view is just one and it is different from the views enjoyed by the Greeks and the medievals, is a key aspect of the modern world view. We are even able to use different ways of thinking about the world, different ground plans, to do different things. The way you approach a physics problem, the ground plan you apply to understand it, is completely different to the way you approach a biological problem, not to mention a historical problem. We shift how we think about the world depending on context, and as a result we’re fragmented, splintered, alienated from having to constantly context switch. We become relativist, and try to reintroduce normativity by creating “values” as objects in themselves that can give us some moral grounding. But as Heidegger puts it, “nobody dies for mere values”. We need to find a new way of thinking about the world if we are to move forwards.

Is opera the pinnacle of high culture, or a boring anachronism?

One of us has enjoyed some excellent recent operas at Covent Garden, the other’s exposure to the artform was a single regrettable unstaged Wagner playthrough at the Albert Hall. Both of us have had a couple of drinks.

The problem is that opera is not really an English artform - the Royal Opera House was better known for pantomime until surprisingly recently, and pantomime is an English artform, and it’s fun, and it taps into a deep lake of tradition, and you can bring in popcorn and it’s participatory. Opera is a stuffy German and Italian tradition, and English opera lovers tend to act in a very German or Italian way, like shouting bravo after a well-sung aria, and that’s pretty embarrassing.

It’s also a relic of a time before electronics. If you want a spectacle, watch Dune in the IMAX. If you want a live spectacle, go to a UFC event or a Sleep Token gig. It’s telling that all the good contemporary composers work in film now - opera is a museum piece watched by old people and only kept alive by enormous state subsidy.

But high culture is important. A lot of excellence has to come together at the same place and time to deliver an opera performance - the best singers and dancers in the world, above the best orchestra and conductor in the world, supported by the best lighting designer, set designer and director in the world, playing music by one of the best composers of all time, and all these people are trying to push the boundaries and create something that transcends the everyday. You are drowning in IRL excellence in a way that is hard to experience in any other context, and if you commit to it it can take you places low culture cannot.

Yes it’s inaccessible, unashamedly so. Excellence is hard to appreciate without a great deal of relevant knowledge and experience, and it takes time and effort to build this. But there’s real virtue in cultivating the ability to be able to recognise excellence when you see it, and then to enjoy it.

So if only for this reason, we’d say opera is worth a try - perhaps with two glasses of wine beforehand.

Our co-host has experienced the first stirrings of a desire to become a bird watcher. How did this happen?

He looked out of the window, and saw what he now knows to be pied wagtails. They were flitting around the bins, darting around, wagging their tails, and he thought they were very charming and fascinating and lovely. They were quick, their quickness was mesmeric. He looked them up, found that they were wagtails, and he found this whole experience very satisfying. Now, whenever he has a lazy morning with nothing else on, he’ll go out into the garden with a cup of coffee, and sit there watching (and identifying) the birds.

He’s at the start of a long journey, but is wary about what this says about him. We can reassure him with tales of Victorian excellence, or Jim Corbett or Gerald Durrell, or Stephen Maturin of Master and Commander fame. But still, what’s going on here? There’s certainly no practical application of this (as there may have been a century ago).

There’s an innate satisfaction in being able to classify the world around us (a common British affliction) and to be able to name things. It’s a good excuse to get outside and go on a walk - or even to sit outside in silence without your phone, which is unquestionably healthy but difficult to give yourself permission to do. And, actually, humans are predators and we rarely get the opportunity to exhibit the hunting behaviour that is innate to us all, if suppressed. Bird watching gives us a harmless outlet for our ancient instincts.

But above all, they are hypnotic, entrancing, bewitching. There’s a sense of the magical about birds. They live in a world apart from ours, navigating the world in a different way to us, free in their flight, brightly colourful. It’s no surprise that birds are often used as omens and metaphors in literature - especially metaphors of thought and the mind.

Why are neither of us particularly interested in competitive sport? We’re both keen if beginner jiu jitsu white belts, and the sport spends a lot of time pushing you to compete - but neither of us is particularly interested in this. Are we just cowardly and intimidated, afraid of public humiliation, or are we actually in the right? Does competition warp sports and activities away from what’s actually important and valuable about them? Does a sport need to retain some connection with real world application to remain valid? (This is not a jiu jitsu episode)

With any skill, you need to test yourself against reality. It’s the only way of benchmarking your progress, and it helps you improve much more quickly. In something like jiu jitsu, that reality is an opponent. You need to fight to test your skills. You need competition, it unlocks an additional level of intensity, and as a result we both feel like we should want to compete. But we don’t. We are satisfied with the understanding of our bodies and minds that the sport gives us, as well as the counterbalance to the cerebral and non-physical lives we tend to lead day to day. We get that through normal training and sparring, and the same is true for our other hobbies. Add the discipline,the fitness, the satisfaction of mastering a skill, and perhaps a bit of prepping, and really you have everything you need.

But how about competition as a community focal point? A reason to wake up early and train, and to do something alongside other people, perhaps even in a team. The sense of corporate endeavour, like-minded people coming together to do something they love. It adds some validation, some bonding. It’s like climbing a peak rather than just wandering, mixed with public commitment. It’s realer if there are other people there. It’s a reason to show up.

Or what about competition as unlocking opportunities that you don’t get normally? The Devizes to Westminster race? White collar boxing? Hyrox?

Basically, are we just creating a grand intellectual case for something that we don’t want to do? Or should we just put on our big boy pants and do a jiu jitsu competition?

Why is Pilate the only normal human being to be mentioned in the Nicean Creed? It’s an interesting selection of detail in a short and technical statement of theological belief to focus on the colonial governor who, under substantial local pressure, sentenced Jesus to death by crucifixion. For 1,700 years, Christians the world over have repeated every Sunday the words “crucified under Pontius Pilate”.

A solid explanation is dating. Rather than using numbers to construct a timeline, Romans dated events through reference to who was in the locally important office that year. This reference in the Creed to Pilate can therefore be seen to situate Christ’s Passion firmly in the historical timeline - both the precise date, and the more general fact that this took place in the historical timeline at all, in the world of men. This isn’t abstract theology, this actually happened.

More importantly for ritual purposes, however, this reference also sucks us into the narrative. It places us at the moment where Pilate has to make a difficult decision, where matters of spirit have suddenly intruded on his daily struggles in matters of state. It’s clear that Pilate did not want to execute Jesus - he did his best to come to a compromise, give Jesus a way out, pass on responsibility, and generally fudge the issue. In the end, though, killing Jesus was the easy option, preventing a rebellion in a generally difficult imperial province, maintaining relationships with local power structures, avoiding failure in Tiberius’ eyes.

To help understand the situation Pilate faced, we dig into the evidence for his period as Prefect of Judea under Tiberius - the Pilate Stone, coins, references in Roman texts - and try to think through the events of the Gospels from a Roman point of view. Pilate comes across as a military man, both a result of his position in what was certainly a military post and due to his nickname Pilatus, meaning “skilled with a javelin”. We know he initially intended to rule with an iron fist in the manner Tiberius would expect before coming face to face with the Judeans’ stubbornness and thereafter having to take a more crafty and pragmatic approach. He was in post for ten years, a long time indicating a high degree of competence, before being recalled to Rome having brutally put down a rebellion.

Albeit reluctantly, Pilate ended up putting temporal concerns above the spiritual. He took the easy, pragmatic way out, kept the peace, but committed an enormity at the same time. Who among us can say with confidence that we would have done differently?

In Praise of Shadows is an essay on aesthetics by a Japanese man of letters, Junichiro Tanizaki. This was written in 1933 between the Meiji Revolution and the Second World War - the old Japan is still there, with the new Japan growing on top of it but not yet reaching its fiery apotheosis.

He starts with the loo, and how great old Japanese lavatories are, wooden and outside, in nature, places of reflection and harmony and, above all, darkness. This is contrasted with the Western aesthetic of sparkling white porcelain, painfully bright and sterile, and is the jumping off point for an exploration of the differences between Japanese and Western aesthetics and a lamentation of the necessity of having adopted Western technology because the West got there first.

While Japan chose to adopt Western technology, they did so on their own terms. They proactively adopted it, mastered it, and ironically in doing so they retained their cultural distinctiveness in a way that no other culture quite achieved. Japanese culture is revered around the world, it’s a major export, and you get some people in the West who are completely obsessed with Japan. This demonstrates an extreme level of clear-sightedness. Knowing when you are outmatched and adopting the new technology at speed is something we could all learn from.

And we could learn even more from the Japanese love of darkness. In Japan this was largely a product of necessity - Japanese architecture is heavy and dark as a result of building materials and the climate, in contrast to the large glass windows and narrow eaves of the West. But we could use it here. We should all be cleverer with light and materials. We should reintroduce varied light and shadow to our homes to create intentional aesthetics. We should fight against the blandness of Western modernity, we should fight to return shadows to our homes - and also to our minds.

What was it like to live in a culture where blood sacrifice was a part of everyday life? Sacrifice was ubiquitous across all human cultures until very recently, but we have lost that visceral knowledge of how it felt and what it meant and as a result have a gap in our models of how people in the past experienced the world. Why were people in the ancient world cutting the throats of bulls, digging into their guts, catching their blood?

Nobody sacrifices fish or dogs - it’s always a domestic animal, a cow, an ox or a goat, bonus points for it being a magnificent specimen in its prime. You wash it, decorate it then lead it to the altar in a procession. The altar is in front of the temple, whose doors are open so the god can see. There will be a priest, perhaps a flute player, some burly attendants who maneuver the animal, a butcher and perhaps an augur. You throw some grains over the head of the animal, cut some hair from its head and throw it on the fire. Finally, you need the beast’s consent, so you pour some water over its head so it nods. Then you’re ready. An attendant bashes it over the head, a priest removes a small knife from its hiding place in a bushel of wheat, and he cuts the victim’s throat the women in attendance ululate. The blood is caught in a bowl, some is thrown on the fire along with the entrails and the thigh bones smeared with fat - the god’s share. The meat is boiled, and shared among all those present.

We don’t do this anymore, but it is interesting that the word “sacrifice” comes up quite often in the contemporary discourse beyond the weaker meaning of “giving up something now in return for a future benefit”. When we talk about the sacrifice made by the young during the COVID lockdowns, or the ultimate sacrifice made by so many young men during the Great War, when something is serious, extreme, we consciously or unconsciously find ourselves tying it back to the tradition of blood sacrifice. They died so that we might live.

The central insight of all mystical traditions is that life is death and death is life, and the ritual that represents this insight into the true nature of reality is sacrifice. It allows you to experience the union of life and death, and without experience, without embodied knowledge, your understanding of anything is no better than if you had taken a correspondence course. “We establish a connection with the unknown through the act of giving something and, paradoxically, the act of destroying something.” So writes Roberto Calasso in the Ruin of Kasch. What you destroy in a blood sacrifice is life itself. You are sacrificing the cow, but the cow is you - representing the surplus that sustains your life.

Through his crucifixion, the willing sacrifice of literally a God, Christ completed the sacrifice quest for mankind. With focused intellectual engagement, the ritual of the Eucharist takes the congregation through the ritual of blood sacrifice. But Christianity’s grip on Western culture has been loosened, and for those not going to church regularly there is a sacrifice-shaped hole in their psyche. That visceral understanding that life is death has been lost, and without it we are flapping in the wind.

We refer to the Stalingrad Madonna - see it here, it’s worth a minute of your time.

This is our 26th episode, and we have not taken a single step to promote this podcast. These things are quite a lot of effort to record, edit and release to the public, we created an entire website and brand pack - why can’t we bring ourselves to tweet about it, or to generally hustle to bring in numbers? What’s going on with that psychologically?

We both have an absolute horror at promoting ourselves. It’s vulgar, it’s embarrassing. We enjoy The Rest Is History but cringe when they’re asking us to join the Rest Is History Club and reading out those terrible adverts. At least on television and radio the adverts and promotion are dissociated from the programmes themselves, allowing us to separate the two things in our heads. There’s something quite humiliating about the actual talent having to debase themselves with tawdry commercial matters.

But there’s more to it than self-respect (since that’s how we characterise this cowardice to ourselves). After all, we did not start this podcast for money - we thought it would be fun and interesting. We didn’t want to get famous - anonymity would be a poor choice if we wanted that, and in fact we actively don’t want our identities associated with these thoughts and words. Basically we enjoy it. We enjoy the conversations, we enjoy the extra thinking it encourages us to do, and we find the craft of making it sound professional very satisfying (see our episode on Audio Engineering). In fact we enjoy every aspect of creating this podcast, but would not enjoy tweeting about it. So we won’t. And anyway, it’s called Echoes Underground. It should be hidden.

Obviously this makes it seem odd that we publish it at all, but it needs to be published. Publishing it makes it real, turns it into an artefact, consummates the act of creation.

We take some comfort that, despite our modest listener figures, the data is at least being ingested by AI models as part of their training, and our thinking will forever live on in ChatGPT and our eventual AI overlords.

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