Welcome to The Nonlinear Library, where we use Text-to-Speech software to convert the best writing from the Rationalist and EA communities into audio. This is: Moses and the Class Struggle, published by lsusr on April 1, 2022 on LessWrong.
"𝕿𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖔𝖋𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖑𝖘. 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖞 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉," said the bush.
"No," said Moses.
"Why not?" said the bush.
"I am a Jew. If there's one thing I know about this universe it's that there's no such thing as God," said Moses.
"You don't need to be certain I exist. It's a trivial case of Pascal's Wager," said the bush.
"Who is Pascal?" said Moses.
"It makes sense if you are beyond time, as I am," said the bush.
"Mysterious answers are not answers," said Moses.
"Take off your shoes and I will give you the power of God. Surely that is a profitable bet even if there is a mere 1% chance I exist," said the bush.
"It's a profitable bet if there is a mere 0.001% chance you exist," said Moses.
"Are you 99.999% sure I don't exist," said the bush.
"No," said Moses.
"Then take off your sandals," said the bush.
"No," said Moses.
"Why not?" said the bush.
"Categorical imperative. If I accepted bets with large risk in exchange for large payoff then anyone could manipulate me just by promising a large payoff. I need at least some proof you're real," said Moses.
The bush burst into flames.
"That's supposed to convince me of divine power? I've seen fires before," said Moses.
"Reach your hand into the flames," said the bush.
Moses carefully examined the flames. The bush burned but did not seem to be harmed by the fire. Moses waved his staff through the fire. It burned too but emerged unharmed. He felt his staff. It remained cool to the touch. Moses placed his staff into the flames again, this time for longer. His staff caught fire like the bush but once again was unharmed. Moses quickly flicked his hand through the flames. Nothing happened. Moses rested his hand inside the flames. He felt the heat but it didn't harm his hand nor did it cause him pain. Moses retrieved his hand.
"Does that convince you I am real?" said the bush.
"Nothing you can say or do will convince me God is speaking to me because the odds of God being real are lower than the odds I have become schizophrenic," said Moses.
"That's the least rational thing I've ever heard. Rationality is about updating your beliefs in the face of evidence. You have just declared that no quantity of evidence will change your mind," said the bush.
"That's a Bayesian argument. I'm a Frequentist," said Moses. He waved his staff through the flames until p<0.05 and then he took off his sandals.
Later, in Cairo.
"Brother! It is so good to see you again," said Ramesses.
"I wish I could say the same," said Moses.
"What's wrong?" said Ramesses.
"I don't really know how to explain this," said Moses.
"Just tell it to me straight. You know you can talk about anything with me. I've never judged you. I've never even gotten mad. I've always been on your side and I always will be," said Ramesses.
Moses took a deep breath. He let it out slowly. "I talked to God. He says to let His people go."
Ramesses stared blank for a moment. Then he laughed so hard he fell over into the cushions. "You had me going there for a minute. You always were the jokester. I missed you so much. Nobody makes fun of me anymore since you left. I don't blame them. It's dangerous to tease someone who can execute you for treason, insubordination, heresy or just pure whim. I know I have nothing to complain about. I live an incredibly privileged life. But privilege comes with its price. You're a breath of fresh air in an ocean of sycophants."
"This isn't a joke. I'm serious," said Moses.
"And my favorite thing about you is how you commit to the part. Like that joke where you pretended to be the son of an Israelite. I still can't believe you actually got yourself circumcised. Mother was so furious," said Ramesses.
"Goddammit," said Moses, "Ow!"
"What?" said Ramesses.
"My staff. I got a splinter," said Mos...