Monthly Archives: February 2010

The Path Not Taken: Reflections on Power and Fear – Allen Wheelis

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Chapter II
World

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I am nine years old and am bullied by the other boys. As we stream out of school, they tug at my clothes, trip me; one confronts me in unexpected friendliness as another kneels unnoticed behind me. A bad time. Always toppled backwards.

One day I encounter Roy, my arch tormentor, on a deserted road. He drops a loop of rope over my head. “Nice tie,” he says, takes the short end and yanks as, with his other hand, he forces the knot into my throat. We scuffle. He slaps me. I push, he falls. When he gets up, he has become serious: I have been aggressive, that’s what he wanted; I have given him license; now he need not hold back. I see in his face a surging zeal. I flail and retreat; he moves in. Unexpectedly I land a blow that interferes with his breathing, and immediately press my advantage, hit him in the face. He throws up his left arm, I hit him in the ear.

I am moving forward. Now I feel the fierce joy. What my father has done to me, I can do to another. I land my fist in his midriff; he reels back. A different expression comes to his eyes. Fear, that despicable thing, that cravenness uniquely my own-it has leapt from me to him. There it is, mine, in his eyes. And with that leap we are transformed: I now am the brave one, he the coward. I push him back. He twists away, I deliver a rain of blows.

And now I encounter in myself something new, something other than bravery: I have become my father, I am going to crush him. I feel deep joy. I grab him by the shirt, jerk him toward me; he sees my fist coming at his eye; his face crumples. I hesitate. Predator with partially mangled prey, what shall I do? He has been tormenting me: Why not take revenge? Delight in it? He begins to cry.

The paths diverge. I look both ways. I see myself more truly in Roy’s fear than in my father’s harshness. I let him go.

I did not fight again. Often with longing and with loss I remembered the fierce delight, the exultant moving in for the kill. I went the other way, found my place and my work among those who are afraid. I understand them better. I help them be less afraid. I cannot help myself.

My Father entered into me. Day by day, insidiously, he usurped inner ground that should by rights be mine. There now is his voice, his fury, his judgment. What he demands is that I demand nothing. Meekness and self-abnegation are the price of his tolerance. If I regard myself as nothing, he will leave me alone, but should I get any fancy ideas, he will slap me down. To exist, I must abjure power.

The World is full of danger and opportunity. The strong adapt by changing the world, the weak by changing themselves. The weak look inward at desires, outward at possibilities of gratification, measure the danger, find the risk to be high, and try to bring things in line by reducing their needs. The unafraid leap into the fray, seize such power as they can, move things around, rearrange the world to fit their needs.

I am seventeen. The woman I love, ten years older, has told me never again to call her. I wander the streets of Baton Rouge. A drizzle of rain, the air motionless and chill. A day of vast silence, the drip of water, and, far in the distance, the disappearing sound of a car. Visions of violent acts, of tuberculosis, suicide notes.

I walk along a wall of gray brick topped in wisteria. Heavy purple blossoms hang beside my face. I stop before an iron gate, look into a garden of oleander, gardenias, roses. The heavy scents pour forth. Sinuous vertical bars rise above me to a filigree arch of vines, leaves, grapes. I grasp the bars, think: I will remember this moment. However long I live. Pain is branding it into my soul: the chill of wet iron, the flaking green paint, the whisper of rain, numb feet in wet shoes, the drip, drip, drip. My knuckles become white, my arms rigid. The pain swells, moves toward a more ample expression, perhaps a throwing back of my head and sobbing, perhaps a shaking of the gate till someone appears to love me, to drive me away, or to call the police.

Then there comes to me a thought, fully formed, coming not from the center of the pain but from a place slightly apart: It is not necessary to suffer like this. I stand still, startled, pursue the thought: I must be doing this to myself. The pain is given, but I am choosing to hallow it, to drive it toward some dark fruition, to walk for hours through a wet city, staring into forbidden gardens.

This is an order of power not much needed if one can bend the world to one’s wants. When Nero is bored, he is not thrown back on inner resources; he tosses Christians to the lions. But if one is powerless in the world, power over one’s self is a matter of life and death.

Works of imaginative reach bear a reciprocal relation to the lives of their creators. They portray, and in fantasy realize, things lacking and longed for and only potential in the creator’s life. What the artist aspires to but can never achieve in living becomes that which exerts the most lasting and powerful effect on his imagination, becoming thereby the subject of his work, his task.

Who but a weakling would analyze power?

In this work, glancing back at the path taken, I examine the path not taken.
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Chapter VI
Sovereignty

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People have always believed-have seemed driven and determined, in the face of overwhelming countervailing evidence, to believe-that moral society as well as moral individual life is possible; that however rare or partial its actual achievement, it is in principle possible for individuals to live morally with the advantages of security, order, and opportunity provided by a powerful state, and for that state itself to behave morally with its constituents and with its neighbors. It was the accomplishment of Machiavelli, in a kind of Godel’s Proof of political economy, to show that such is not the case, that the good and moral life within an orderly society is contingent on the amorality of the state that makes it possible.

Chapter VII
Tarzan
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Why don’t I ask? The overwhelming humiliation of the question. . . the intrusion of bodily need . . . I can’t. I writhe. Why doesn’t he move? Why doesn’t he resign? Can’t he see it’s hopeless? Why don’t I resign? . . . But with a sure win. . . it’s crazy, would be perverse. If I should ask to use the bathroom, they would hear. Mr. Allison ponders patiently. I make little hopping movements. It shakes the table. He adjusts the pieces. The pain is unbearable.

Then it happens. Exploding. Suddenly, copiously, irresistibly flowing, silently, down my leg, into my shoe, onto the floor. With slow inevitability the smell of warm urine and wet wool rises between us. Mr. Allison shifts slightly, but-God rest his soul!-says not a word, registers the mishap only by taking somewhat less time with his next several moves and soon resigning.

I disappear into the night, in my wet pants and squishy shoe, know that I can never enter that house again.

A splendid fellow, Peter, chunky, good-natured, quick-tempered, smart, a bit on the coarse side, fond of anal jokes. A strong player, he crouches in his chair as if to spring, sinks into the board; his face darkens; he growls. I lean back, away from the board, relaxed, move delicately, taking a piece between middle and ring fingers, palm up, lifting it lightly, putting it down like a feather. The more devastating the consequence of a move, the more important to me that it be executed lightly, elegantly. Peter grabs a piece in his fist, bangs it down.

One evening he is relentless, parrying every thrust, crowding me, driving me irresistibly toward impotence. Finally, a&er a long deliberation, he finds the crushing combination, crashes his bishop down on R6 as if driving a nail, jumps up out of his chair, tweaks my nose, roars, “Ho! Ho! Ho! Now I’ve gotcha!” and dances a little jig.

I am offended by this eruption of aggression, however jovial, into a game designed in its essence for the translation of such aggression into formal patterns. My nose tingles. I withdraw stiffly. Our weekly games come to an end.

“You’re being stuffy,” my wife says.

Always I delay calling my mother-because it is so hard to get off the phone. One thing reminds her of another; the chain of reminiscence is endless, not only ranges over her own long life, but gathers in friends and relatives, extends back into what her grandmother told her about her great-great-grandmother. After five or ten minutes I begin trying to say good-bye: “It’s time for me to stop. I must help with dinner now.” Whereupon she tells me what she has had for dinner, and the wonderful dinners her mother used to prepare, the vegetable garden when she was a child, and Mamie, the black cook, and the time when her sister Mittie Mae left the arsenic in the pantry and everybody got sick and they all thought it was Lit, the handyman, who had done it. “Now I really have to stop, Mother,” I say; “there are things I have to do before-” “Yes, I know,” she says, “and I mustn’t keep you, but before we say good-bye, I want to tell you that . . .” and off into another story.

That’s the way it was until her ninety-seventh year, when, one day, I realized with surprise that I had called her during my ten-minute break between patients, that I had fallen into the habit of calling at such times, and that it was easy to get off the phone. The stickiness was gone. Her densely peopled past had, like old film, faded to uniform gray.

When I go to visit her in the nursing home, I try to bring it back. “Do you remember our house in San Antonio?” She looks puzzled, then troubled. “No. . . I can’t say I do. . . . Not exactly, no.” I then describe it for her, the kitchen, the long veranda, the hackberry tree, the mesquite, the honeysuckle that covered the fence, the cot on the back porch where I slept. As I talk, I see in her face glimmers of recognition. I step up my pace, try to compact those glimmers into a chain reaction of recall. Everything is lost. I ask about her marriage. Nothing. Her years in college? Nothing. I remind her of the time when her father took her as a little girl on a riverboat to New Orleans, where, having bought an entire bunch of bananas, he locked her in the hotel room so she would be safe while he went off to play poker. The high point of her childhood. I’ve heard it a hundred times. Don’t you remember? Nothing. She peers back into a void.
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Chapter IX
Psychoanalysis

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Several People love me. Many think highly of me. Were you to ask, they would tell you of my kindness, intelligence, generosity, empathy. And offer little by way of qualification- other than that I am difficult to know.

Viewing myself, I see a different person, find no ground for love. Anxious, petty, self-centered, tormented, meanspirited, weak. Too bad. I would have it otherwise, would wish for the noble features others ascribe to me. But I know myself better than they, make reference to a range of thought and feeling, of motivation and behavior, unavailable to them. Even those closest to me can know but a fraction of what I know. I’ve really got the dirt on me.

And beyond what I know lies what I have not permitted myself to know, wherein things even more damaging are hidden.

Since I intend in this work the utmost honesty, the reader, if I am successful, cannot in the end think well of me. If he does, I will have failed.

Is this credible? Is not every book written in the hope of love? Could any writer knowingly undertake such candor as would call for rejection?

Well. . . stranger things have happened. And anyway there’s no end to my deviousness. Perhaps I’m angling for some kind of meta-acceptance; perhaps I hope the style with which. . . Enough!

Self-Awareness comes into being in the midst of struggles for power and is immediately put to use. One defends oneself or seeks advantage by misrepresenting oneself. One doesn’t think about it; it happens instantly, automatically, inalienably. It is not possible to abstain. One cannot be oneself. To be human is to be false. Awareness is inseparable from misrepresentation. The soul of self-awareness is deception.

One must bend the world to fit one’s needs or bend one’s needs to fit the world. Unafraid, one moves for power and bends the world; afraid, one flinches at power and bends one’s self. The peasant thinks the prince has a free ride; the prince thinks the peasant’s life is easy.

The bending of self is renunciation. But needs die hard. We can renounce the having, but not the desiring. The hungry nose against the glass of the patisserie; the young man alone, alone, on the windy street, seeing, as the Mercedes takes the corner, the pretty girl fling herself across the driver and kiss him on the mouth. What can one do with that? It won’t go away. One is stuck with it, bitten by it, one turns it over and over, endlessly, the worm of envy burrows deeper, and it comes presently to seem that this agony of heart is unique, that it has never happened this way before, that it should be rendered in words.

And here, very indirectly, the warded-off, the renounced, is allowed back into play, for-who knows?-the novel about to be begun may prove a masterpiece. One will be acclaimed, honored, sought after by beautiful women; and here, exactly at this imagined future moment, is invoked the love that in the present one has not the nerve to seek. In the present it is hidden, out there somewhere perhaps, but withheld; one would have to go knocking on doors; but in that illusory future it will be lavished. Thus the strategy of withdrawing from power and changing the self may subtly transform itself into the ambition to change the world, by way of literary accomplishment, to fit one’s needs.
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There are the seekers, and there are those others. The seekers are hoping still to find it; someone powerful and wise will lead them to it. Those others, knowing that what they yearn for does not exist, strain to escape a wounded self.

Two kinds of longing ensue. In the first instance, one’s pain construed as remediable, a river of longing flows out to the healer. Though it may clamor for closeness, such longing is contingent on distance; for the master capable of such healing must obviously exist at a higher level than one’s self. Should a condition of mutuality come about, belief would be lost. One sits at his feet for as long as it takes. Perhaps forever. Such longing is the stuff of psychoanalysis.

In the second instance, construing one’s pain as incurable, one longs to escape the self. One seeks a beautiful face, falls sick with desire. Such longing is not content with distance, wants union, a flying together like magnets, arms outstretched, rushing together, clinching, fusing. Such longing is the stuff of despair.
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Business World – 18 Jan 2010/01 Feb 2010 – Back To The 30s: Silent Media/ An Educational Chernobyl

Case Study: Back To The 30s: Silent Media

“My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge…” — Hosea 4:6

Meera Seth

Jeev Thimappa felt rewarded. By 5 a.m. he had knitted together the story on ‘pure’ juices, questioning Medit Juices’ ‘other natural flavours’ as taking away from the ‘pure’ claim. The cue had come from a health trainer who had challenged Medit with, “I have gluten intolerance. How do I know ‘other flavours’ does not contain gluten?”

But the rewards kept flowing in as Ram Sahukar was to give him a new story at 6 a.m. as he worked his shins at Joggers’ Park. “I say Jeev, I believe some obnoxious Japanese computer game has entered Indian markets! The success objective of this game is to rape a woman and her two daughters. I was shaken and shocked and demolished! How come your paper did not carry this news?”

Jeev: Problems must have solutions, kaka, if not they will cause more panic.

Sahukar: (Angry) Do you have a solution for swine flu? For AIDS? Aren’t you exerting to gather intelligence on hidden terrorists? H1N1, Headley, etc., are huge, but this game did not confront your sense of threat? What RDX are you guys slaving over? The one that will destroy humans and buildings and cities? That is okay! People will die and it will end there. But this Japanese game? That is the real RDX! The one that will destroy our minds and culture forever!”

Sahukar was an ardent writer of letters to the editor since 1992, when he was also the MD of an Indian bank. In the wake of liberalisation and the ensuing chaos in the business world, Sahukar fed NewsIndia with debates and doubts over the correctness of India succumbing to the IMF pressure. And Sahukar was a fiery man — then as MD and now as a consumer of everything, including NewsIndia.

“Times are changing, Jeev,” he said, “With television and internet getting active and aggressive, newspapers have to go beyond ordinary reporting. Even today, newspaper reading is a pleasant habit. Verandahs are built to enhance the joy of reading a newspaper. And, mind you, these are 100-year-old habits, not easily replaced. While advantage is yet on your side, you must redefine your profile. “

Next day, Jeev mentioned the Japanese game to Bhrigu Pant, deputy editor of NewsIndia.

Bhrigu: Yes, my son’s school principal too called, and made an interesting point. “That which is sensational sells… it is only a matter of finding the first toehold… a country where it is not illegal. Then you cannot stop it. Do you see that they have seen India as a sitting duck?”


Jeev: Absolutely! In India many things are not illegal, or regulated by the law — but the fact that something which is not illegal but can be wrong, is exactly what we are stubbornly resisting, Bhrigu. That is why when the Yamuna waters are reclaimed to build a games village, the debate hinged on ‘is not illegal, so can build’. That is why companies use big print to sell and small print to save their posteriors, because ‘making claims’ is not illegal in India.

News has to add value too. There is a difference between data and information. When data is processed and value is added to it, it becomes information. A mere communication that says ‘Japanese Rape game in India’ is like saying ‘Mary had a little lamb’. It does not tell you how to deal with it. Then why bother? The Internet is there, who needs newspapers?

Bhrigu: How do you mean?

Jeev: Read this mail from Advait Khemka, a principal — “Anything that is known to have entered a country illegally needs to be immediately addressed and systems built around it. Is that not what we did for AIDS? But entertainment in the form of sexual assault on women? How come newspapers are not moved?  Having read about this ‘game’, what should I do with the news? You tell me…”

Khemka had more angst. He had just read about the amendment to the Delhi Excise Bill that allowed 21-year-olds to serve liquor, even though the legal drinking age remains 25. What stunned him was the corollary to the news from the media: “Bartending then may just become a cool new career opportunity for those fresh out of campus.” Khemka had written again two days ago: “Just look at what you guys publish. It seems to reflect unformed minds. The other day I was at a five-star hotel with my wife. A young comely girl came up to our table — dressed in all black, a very tiny skirt, fishnet stockings and a starkly made up face. She was no more than 18 or 19. She was promoting a foreign brand of liquor that promised us an elegant nail cutter if we bought a drink from her! How dare we do this to our children! Who is auditing this?”

Jeev said, “He has a point, Bhrigu. Do you just give data but not the means to deal with it?”

Bhrigu: A newspaper’s core task is to report events, not run campaigns against bin Laden and other perceived demons like computer viruses, money laundering, match fixing, etc. Reporting on them is adequate. Reporting on the Japanese game is adequate without doing reader surveys, clinical studies on how the game has affected society, etc.

Jeev: The point here is the potent risk of communication through silence, Bhrigu. When the media publishes a news item about a Japanese game that aids and abets perversion and undesirable attitudes among the people — especially when recent research points to the idea of the adolescent brain and how it is still growing until age 23 — and does n-o-t-h-i-n-g about it, it is according the news the same tone and tenor that it did to ‘two people found dead’, ‘Parliamentarians throw chairs at each other’. I thought newspaper was about being the collective voice of a people and compelling the government to pay attention. I believe journalism is about intelligence, not data entry!”

Bhrigu called in Antara Bakshi, another senior correspondent. “Did you hear about the Japanese game thing?”

Antara: I have! Where no one takes responsibility because responsibility cannot be assigned, the ones to be hit badly are the young who are wading in the murk.  Somewhere we need to see this as market dynamics too. Don’t think publisher-reader, think marketer-consumer. Today reading has rivals in television, podcasts and mobile radio. Your consumer today is way ahead of what he was in 1940. The only thing we have to show for 70 years is colour printing. I believe our product is communication, not news, and this is how I want to redefine our role. When a newspaper reports in a deadpan way, and does not follow up, it is not communicating.

Parenting and teaching is about communication! And that is what the consumers are asking for: a new product that will communicate. They are saying, come out in the open and discuss. Talk to our children. Make them a part of the newspaper. They want a product that becomes a part of their lives, which places things on the table, and carries all families together towards a brave new world, a safe new world.

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These games are just products of the times. They will rise and fall. Fleeting fantasies.

Jeev: I am also a product of today’s desperate times, Bhrigu, with a mission to create order for those who seek it.

Bhrigu: And how, just how does underground gaming become media’s responsibility?

Jeev: Not responsibility; it is opportunity. Autism has always been there in India; yet it took an Aamir Khan to make Taare Zameen Par to place it in the open and invite people to look at it and deal with it. And then suddenly there is a spate of movies and tele-serials on autism —there is Antara, Paa, My Name is Khan. The movie industry has helped people become comfortable with what they did not want to face. But I am sure now when they face it, they are dealing with it better. That is the role of media. The opportunity to communicate and draw people to yourself, tell them this ‘happens’ but ‘this’ can be dealt with… and this is how… then it ceases to be a bogey man. Aamir need not have made that movie. He could have made a ha-ha-hee-hee one, like our news.

That evening Antara stopped at Jeev’s cubicle and said, “I do feel our life should be applied to improving, bettering, enabling. That I am able bodied, and have the right opportunities, yet I apply these for self glory has begun to rankle. To be known as a writer is only an ability to flash a premium Press card. All I am doing is earning money, not applying life!”

Jeev: Bhrigu is not wrong, but he’s not right either. Convince him why NewsIndia must have a different vision.

At the school carnival at 8 p.m., Antara hobnobbed with some parents of her children’s friends. As she paid for her coupons and bought her first coffee, Atul Divakar, a senior manager father was telling a bunch of parents: “Is the media ruled by people who worship power, wealth and fame? Of course! It is primarily money that motivates. Coverage can be paid for and had. Content is driven by advertiser agendas, and I know because I myself have engineered this at times…”

Antara winced and squirmed unhappily. Stepping into the fray as if propelled by some force, she said, “A bit unfair to use the same brush to tar the entire media, Atul. Writing about NASA does not get every journalist a free ride on the next shuttle, now does it? The paper’s target audience determines the advertising. Yes, editorial coverage can and does affect the decision on where advertising rupees are parked, but you have to be within the right target group anyway. So, some degree of natural selection is involved — a filter of sorts — before the nexus between ads and editorial can be established. Give the editor the benefit of doubt, please!”

Atul: Fair, then explain some of the classified ads; offers for ‘escorts’ by men and women. How how does an editor allow those? Or are you now going to say that he does not know about these?

So I called the head of my media agency who said: ‘To the best of my knowledge, they (newspapers) are not concerned. Classified ads are booked through depots which are franchise operations. The franchisee or booking agent is not concerned about what is being advertised. The only time they insist on verification is when you book an obit. Then they insist on seeing the death certificate. Rest, anything goes.’

Let me give you a parallel. I work in a company that also makes hair care products. We use an ingredient called sodium laureth sulphate or SLS in every shampoo. It is toxic and carcinogenic. Yet we continue to use it. Why? The same reason that some newspapers carry ads for ‘escorts’ but look the other way. In our case, we know but we are busy shrugging our shoulders.

The worst is this, Antara. No manufacturer is willing to invest in a decent R&D lab. No one wants to spend on researching a consumer-friendly alternative to SLS. You talk to shampoo makers and they are wont to tell you it is pretty harmless, at least less harmful than 1,000 other things you expose yourself to daily. But is that the point? Drinking tap water is far less harmful than drinking ditchwater. So is relativity the logic? It is this senseless logic called ‘statistical significance’ that justifies profiteering. There is a verse in the Bible — “my people die because of ignorance” — that sums it up, period!

Principal Dave: I tend to agree. It’s the very same relativity logic that also says ‘rape as a game is better than…’ If adults contemplated on what goes into building a human child into an adult, they will watch out. Our nutritionist has now come up with a warning on instant noodles. The kids are angry we don’t serve those anymore. Dr Karnik says the packaging material and glues used for these are suspected to contain dioxin and other hormone-like substances that mix with the food when hot water is added to the noodles. Also, there is talk that these noodles are coated with wax to make them non-stick. This wax does not get ejected from the system for 48 hours, and if you continue eating without giving your body time to eject that wax — which is what many students do — then you end up with cancer! These young are born into new cultures — instant noodles and Japanese games, whose sales we allow blindly. Who will research their risks? Should not our media spend time on such information services? These are the doubts that we want addressed. If not, why buy newspapers? I think they are stuck with their definition.
Gaurav Misra (CEO of business consultancy 2020 Social and Dave’s guest): My opinion is that print is the medium that is most threatened by the Internet. Television and radio are real time, and can, therefore, co-opt the Internet to become more interactive. Newspapers and magazines have to try harder to overcome their “published yesterday” nature.

In India, however, there are still 600-700 million people who don’t read newspapers, so there’s a lot of low-hanging fruit. Still, if newspapers have to hold on to the young, urban, upwardly mobile readers, they will have to become more interactive and innovative.

Manas Tripathi (parent and accountant): So true! Today’s young are natural non-readers of newspapers. So, you, in fact, have a good reason for making your newspapers far more stimulating! And if newspapers track dealers that sell these kinds of games, point them out to the public so they know where the danger zones are, talk to the young directly and not as if they are kids, they will have a far better readership!

Principal Dave: I believe that is most important. When one of my students commits a wrong, we don’t shovel it under the carpet. We don’t pretend it did not happen; we place it on the table in the assembly and we talk to our students. We allow them to express all kinds of views on it. We can also take the stance that the role of schools is to teach as NCERT dictates and let parents worry about all else. But we have come to realise that education, like news, has to be complete and well-rounded to be meaningful, if it has to serve its purpose.

The next day, Antara was called to Bhrigu’s room for an edit meeting. On his table she saw a McKinsey report on why/how American consumer behaviour has changed during the recession. Bhrigu smiled as he caught her staring at it. Antara matched his smile and said, “You are paying to read something that will at best enhance some editorial you will write about ‘US: receding or recovering’. Why isn’t a study of the Indian consumer’s doubts and ignorance not relevant? That Palika Bazaar dealer, or Burmah Bazaar dealer in the rape game in all probability wears devotional marks on his face and flings flowers on a gold Laxmi idol. I would love to expose such a dealer. But you wouldn’t, Bhrigu!”

Bhrigu: Did you know that the only reason why he could go behind bars is because he has acquired the stocks through illegal means, and not because the product itself is harmful?

Antara: Yet our newspaper reports about where RDX was found, what RDX can do, where terrorist training schools were found, what colour shirt Headley was wearing… why, we even report and dissect the personal lives of people because somehow we imagine that we are adding value to readers. Media vie with each other to be the first to write about marital discords and sibling rivalries, yet, when an RDX like this game is found to have entered the country nobody raises an eyebrow!

Bhrigu: It is time for people to take responsibility for their own actions. The only solution is to shut down the Internet.

Jeev: Wow! After Headley, did you shut down the airports or just strengthen the visa barriers? When cholera hit the country, did we stop eating food? What did we do instead? Think… that is what we are asking to be exercised. Where illegal works, illegal will sell. Where corruption is the currency of transacting, people are known to buy innocence and acquittal with a few lakhs. We have shown the way that authority is flexible. But I do believe that today too the public continues to love and respect the printed word, and we must employ this faith to save the country. Instead, have we, as a people, as a country, communicated to the world outside that we have no filters? That anything can come in and the law cannot stop it?

Antara: But the problem is that media does not want to antagonise any of their golden geese. That is why news is so inane these days — some teacher’s face blackened, some actor caught in a rape case. Are we enabling our readers to wake up to real truths besieging our country? Then why admonish the Indian for intellectual lethargy when we don’t care to inform him? Is this because the real issues that need to be covered are backed by powerful lobbies, the ones which pay for the media’s existence?

Bhrigu: What does that mean?

Antara: Patancheru is a place in Andhra Pradesh, Bhrigu. Many large companies have their plants there. The people there are suffering from diseases wrought by the effluents dumped into their rivers and that have seeped into their groundwater. The Patancheru committee of villagers  is fighting to get back their basic need. Their protests have been covered by bloggers, social agencies and international publications. But what is the Indian media doing about it? Ditto for the mining community in Bihar. No whiff of this topic. They have driven viewers to a level of dumbness by feeding them social gossip and extramarital catastrophes. Are those life or death questions? No. Patancheru is.

Media today is not what media was. If the Indian media content is defined by advertisers’ agendas, then what is happening at a global level? Are there greater compromises at play?”

Analysis: Engaging Minds

With rights, we have lost sensibility. With laws, we have forgotten to be alert

G. Gautama

This case highlights several layers of questions and conflicts (see flowchart in ‘Back To The 30s: Silent Media’). For a long time, the market has ruled the openness to new ideas, and products have become symbols of modernity and civilisation. Spices, carpets, machines started unifying the world on ships, camel backs, trains and airplanes. With the death knell of colonialism came the ascendancy of the marketplace — the right to trade.

This has been brought to the forefront through the World Trade Organization, or WTO. But much was lost in the headlong rush for more things, ideas and gloss.

Who was to decide if something was good to sell? Who could challenge the pollution, the poisons? Who could temper the right to trade and sell with the vigilance of history? And who will protect the rights of our unborn children?
This case shows the impotence of humankind in dealing with tough questions. With rights, we have lost sensibility. With laws, we have lost alertness. With markets, we have discovered that everything has a price, even our children’s lives and their future. Isn’t the Japanese rape game just a small extension of the ‘Game of Life-2009 India Edition’? (See flowchart in ‘Back To The 30s: Silent Media’).

I am reminded, anachronistically, of the molestation on Ruchika Girhotra by S.P.S. Rathore, one of the senior-most police officials of Haryana. With increasing chagrin, I see the reports dragging in chief ministers, four of them, and listening to their impotent denials of ‘I can’t help’. I wonder how they would have acted if it had been one of their daughters who suffered this unhappy fate.

My mind rushes back to the story of the cow, the lame bull and Parikshit, Abhimanyu’s son. After the Mahabharata war was over and Parikshit was the king of the Pandava kingdom, he once saw a fearsome man brutally hitting a lame white bull on its only unbroken leg while a miserable cow sat next to it. He learnt that the cow represented mother Earth while the white bull signified Dharma, which stood on penance, cleanliness, compassion and truth. Pride had destroyed penance; indulgence destroyed cleanliness and arrogance strangled compassion. The person hitting the bull, Kali yuga, was trying to kill truth, and replace it with his weapon, untruth. And the cow was crying over the golden days that had gone by and the dark ones that were to come in the future.

Today, if the highest elected and appointed officials of the land, not marauders from another part of the planet but people we know and recognise, behave like thieves, murders and rapists, who can we turn to? Draupadi, abandoned by her protectors, who were the high and mighty of the land, turned to Krishna. Is that the only recourse left today for the weak and poor? As we enter the second decade of the 21st century, is it too early to speak about egality, respect for all and one law for all citizens? Has enough historical time gone by for human beings to have learnt that as we sow, so we reap?

At present, we seem to be saying what the worst despots have always said — “I have power, and so I can do anything” or “if you have power, you can do anything”.

I use newspapers a lot for my general studies classes with senior students. I try to teach them to read critically and look at the overall picture on any given day. Unfortunately, most students do not read the newspaper well. One may ask if this is so because the newspaper is only reporting but not engaging them?

Most youngsters dip into the sports pages, or metro plus and the odd two or three may read an editorial. But almost all watch the news on television and catch the broad headlines. However, here too, the garbling is immense. News channels mix what I would call ‘understanding the nuances’ kind of news with just ‘gossip’ news. If my paper spoke to me, I would speak to it and ask questions, and even learn.

The difference is between ‘engaging’ and ‘catering’. The world is full of caterers. First, you soften the person with advertisements and brain-numbing images and find out what makes him or her tick. Then you give them what they ask for. But who wants a discerning public, one whose brain and heart are engaged in enquiring into goodness, truth and egality?

To draw in students for a higher level of enquiry and learning requires some depth of conviction and a more clearly established sense of purpose. Are there any channels and newspapers that take the responsibility of speaking to the discerning individuals and adding to the shaping of an intelligent community of people? Or has the challenge of survival and viability driven everyone into ‘catering’? Is the mandate about exposing facts and their nuances? Or is it about covering up and moving quickly to the superficial, becoming a tool in the hands of the seductive marketplace?

Case Study: An Educational Chernobyl

“Each word has an echo. So does each silence.” — Jean-Paul Sartre

Meera Seth

Bhrigu Pant entered Principal Achint Dhawal’s office where another parent was also seated. The GM School, where Bhrigu’s sons studied, was one of the first to call Bhrigu in November 2009 when Dhawal had sighted news reports about a nefarious Japanese computer game that had entered India.
“It’s an underground game, sir,” Bhrigu had said then attempting to minimise Dhawal’s indignation. But Dhawal had pointed out, “The papers covering it are all ‘above the ground’, no Mr Pant? If you publish it, then an explanation must follow; a condemnation. The game’s entry into India is a cognisable act. Its condemnation and eradication must likewise be cognisable for it to not accumulate interest value.” While Bhrigu’s senior staff at NewsIndia had argued variously for the print medium to gain expression, Bhrigu wanted to verify what it was that bothered the schools.

Meanwhile, Ms Raman in the primary school was teaching the idea of ‘headlines’ to class 1 students. Little Kartikey had looked at the newspaper she had, and said, “That is a big word ma’am, speak it ma’am… what is that big word?” Succumbing, she said, “Molestation.”

Little Ranveer said, “My father told me it was about grown up people.” Kartikey’s face grew intense as he asked, “What does it mean ma’am? I am grown up…”

Raman told her class, “There is a bigger word. Let me see if you can write it.” She wrote ‘Constantinople’ on the board and asked the students to write it in cursive. “Tell me if it fits in one line!” And she went to meet the principal.

As Dhawal dealt with Bhrigu and parent Arjun Honaver, in walked Ms Raman. Honaver stood up and greeted her awkwardly saying, “Sorry for calling on you without notice… I need to talk to you. It’s about Ranveer.”

Bhrigu watched the goings on of a school, an organisation like any other, but whose daily story was refreshingly different from the rest, at least for Bhrigu, whose day began with deadlines and delays and cast-in-stone adult behaviours. He enjoyed watching Dhawal tend to different problems, including student Ronit Singh’s excuse for not wearing his school colour patka.

Honaver: See, daily when we drive to school, we play a ‘Point-the-word’ game with the newspaper. This morning Ranveer pointed towards ‘molestation’ and asked me for the meaning; I didn’t know what to say!

Raman: Your company’s recent advertisements for water purifier Swach talks about H1N1 and amphoteric surfactants. How did you explain that to consumers?

Honaver: Of course, we do communicate, but there is no risk of embarrassment there! I guess that is the fundamental difference. Besides, the consumer is not my child, you see… if my consumer is misinformed, it does not hurt me or give me sleepless nights.

Raman then narrated to Dhawal the chaos in her class over her unwitting choice of headlines, Dhawal advised her to approach it like she would any word.

Raman: One can go with the dictionary meaning which is “pester or harass (someone), typically in an aggressive or persistent manner. The crowd was shouting abuses and molesting the two police officers”. The other meaning is “assault or abuse (a person, esp. a woman or child) sexually”. I feel unsure about the latter meaning; do we need to address that at all?

Dhawal: Don’t we teach our children the rules of safe and unsafe touch? We do teach them that if there is an unsafe touch they experience, they must say ‘No’ and go tell an adult. Therefore, we have a responsibility to speak to children frankly. They trust us to give them answers, and that the answers will be correct.

Bhrigu: (Alarmed) Are you prepared for this? Won’t some kids react with fear or anger or helplessness or anxiety?

Dhawal: The solution then is silence. Unfortunately, that is not even an option! Here we are, grown up adults, unable to keep this country and world safe and clean, and in order to protect our own sense of comfort or discomfort, will we choose to keep information away? Information that is critical for the safety of our young? I am aghast that we can even think like this!

Raman: What should I do if the children say “the police officer was a bad man”? Should I endorse their feelings or deflect the question?

Dhawal: How would you answer that to your own child? What do you really feel and think: what the senior police officer and his office did, is it right? Stand by what you consider right. It may not be easy. But go ahead.

Arjun: How can you say ‘yes’ to that? It will break their faith in the law!

Dhawal: Once your little boy steps out of school, these are the people he will be dealing with. Can you afford to disguise meanings and call them ‘for grown ups’? Is it that you don’t know how to answer, or are you saying that the child should not be asking such questions?

Bhrigu watched them and thought, what a lot of song and dance over a news item that has probably died by now. To Dhawal he said, “I am amazed! Since when did schools begin to pay such attention to life outside the text books?”

Dhawal: Since the time life could not be contained just in books. And since a lot that is learnt is from society, from the system. Since the time news reporting exploded, grew variegated, insensitive and undependable. Since the time the world grew unhappier and parents adopted dynamic methods to make their kids smart but not wise. Tending to their EQ (emotional quotient) is our business, our calling, our responsibility.

We don’t just teach text books, we also teach our students ‘right attitude’. For this, we depend a lot on the external environment to be supportive (read, honest). Incidentally, sir, the girl whose experience has brought this ugly word into the front pages, was a child, a school student. It angers me that this country does not have respect for our young!

Realising how angry he had become, Dhawal paused and said, “For you, Mr Honaver, it is one child asking for one meaning. For me it is 1,100 students. My responsibility is to ensure that they get honest answers because we as teachers know that eight out of 10 kids do not get responses at home. Why? Because they are not taken seriously!

“Are you aware that about 50 per cent of the children in our country experience sexual abuse? In most cases, the abuser is somebody the family knows well. There is one more very troubling fact: on an average, a child needs to complain seven times before he or she is taken seriously, and one reason is that most of us seem to think that our children are safe. A young mind that grows with fear and anxiety, cannot grow into a healthy adult. Don’t your companies need healthy adults? Doesn’t our government need healthy adults to run it?

“How safe are our children? You tell me Mr Pant… you are a newspaper-wallah! Do newspapers know about children-youth-safety or only liquor, fashion, politics, crime, business and stockmarkets? Where is life in all this? When sexual imagery is the language of advertisement, when family magazines carry sexual surveys, when contraceptives are freely advertised with copy lines that are unnecessary, do you think the children are being ‘educated’ rightly by the media? Safely? Do you consider children and youth for other than selling things to and through? What are they? Little people who don’t matter?

“This is why I asked you, Mr Pant last month, what has NewsIndia done to exonerate the Japanese rape game. No one chose to condemn it. Why? This is a part of rightly informing our children. You need to partner parents and teachers. It is thanks to education, my good men, that newspapers have editors and soap companies CEOs! And just as parents are often ill-prepared for such conversations, so are school teachers!”

Bhrigu was strangely reassured. He had been unprepared too. And Dhawal was saying just that now. “Nobody is prepared for this! Which teacher is prepared for an answer to ‘Ma’am, what is a rape game?’ or ‘If he is a policeman, why did he trouble that girl?’ Mr Honaver, you tell me, how do you feel when a consumer calls to say that your soap brand did not deliver its promise? We feel sick when the students come back and tell us they are unable to deal with the world outside. Hear what my ex-student, Ishayu Sen, who is studying to be an accountant, writes: ‘sir, this profession is veiled in curtains of lies and deceit. It hurts me to know what I will have to participate in. I know that I do not want to become like my bosses or colleagues. They may be very professional, but they are not good people; and I frankly do not care to be associated with them.’ In Ishayu’s words I read a certain sadness and I feel responsible. Do you feel responsible, Mr Pant?

“Education is about an ongoing process of developing a big picture of life and its challenges, Mr Pant. There was a time when I used the newspaper a lot to teach. Instead, I am turning to new media, Internet blogs of George Monbiot or John Pilger or commentaries in the Guardian Weekly for depth and story telling. Yes! That is what is missing, story telling. Mr Pant, reporting is for trainees. Grown men write stories and challenge the edifice on which lies are hoisted! Instead, what do we have? News that crafts untruths to save some pompous agendas.

“I bookmarked this sentence from an old post from John Pilger for my class 12 debate on ‘the metaphysics of lying’. Here, let me read it out to you: ‘… the BBC’s director of news was asked (by Media Lens) why the BBC had remained silent on known atrocities committed by the Americans in Fallujah. She replied, “Our correspondent in Fallujah at the time [of the US attack], Paul Wood, did not report any of these things because he did not see any of these things.”’ Pilger adds wryly, ‘It’s a statement to savour’.”

Raman: Silence speaks louder. That is why I wanted to give Kartikey and Ranveer the right answer. Tell me Mr Honaver, how do we shepherd our students? Can we afford to be coy too? How do I enable them to discern aberration from rule?

Yes, thought Dhawal, how do you say, “Son, this is molestation, but you may not do it”. If an act should not be done, how did it get a name, then? This is why working in schools is only for the bravest! You cannot tell lies and spin fairy tales, but have to meet the frank questions of the young and search inside for any wisdom.

Dhawal left Bhrigu to continue his chat with other teachers, and walked towards class 11G for the English class. He saw the boys reading the news on the Yahoo homepage. “What’s news?” he called out, and the four sheepishly shut the laptop saying, “Nothing serious, sir.” Dhawal smiled, “Okay, rapid fire round: what were you reading about?” The four laughed knowing Dhawal’s ploys, and said, “Okay, there was some news about Rakhi Sawant…”

“Tell me,” said Dhawal. Jimmy Walia, a prefect, said, “It was less about Rakhi Sawant. It seems the chap who forcibly kissed her is so angry that she had lodged a complaint, that he has said he will never work with her in a film.”

“Okay, back to class now. We are reading Kafka’s Metamorphosis. Quick, on the double guys,” said Dhawal. But as he set up the podium for the lecture, his mind was droning with what he had heard and seen. Class 11 students were reading gossip when the country was torn by the debate over a police officer’s dishonesty. Turning to the class his thoughts leaked out. “What is today’s burning issue: a) The complicity in corruption and criminality by cabinet rank ministers, cops and courts of your country, or, b) Is Mika using offensive to look holy?”

Param (student): Mika-talk is the world we occupy, sir. We youngsters cannot choose or discard our ministers or the law, for we are young and certainly not ‘relevant’ for the country’s agenda as we are not adding to GDP. But we can choose or discard the actors and singers who inhabit our iPods and Facebook.

Vyas (student): How does it matter if Mika is right or not? Where is the truth in the news, sir? You tell us, how come newspapers are selective about what stories they give attention to and what not? How come some past sins are dug out but others not? Some of us here read Badri Raina on ZNet… they give us thoughts to think. Whereas newspapers only give us events.

Back in his office after the class, Dhawal said to the teachers conferring with Bhrigu Pant, “What paradox! Class 12 students do not seem to be attracted to mainstream news! They read the business papers and The Economist, but that is all business and commerce. What about the world they live in? Today, Sridhar Vyas has hit the nail on the head. He says newspapers are just event reporters. And I now understand what he means; the newspapers are not challenging them! News channels, too, have become like theatre performances with high-pitch voices, dramatic arguments and a generous garnish of Bollywood debates. Tiger Woods or Rakhi Sawant become far more worthy of conversation than starvation deaths in Orissa or BT brinjal or the judge in Karnataka! Their interaction with news is fleeting and flippant.

Mallika Sinha (music teacher): That is because the newspapers do not tell the story. They only report cold facts and walk away, much like ‘Kya aap ke toothpaste mein salt hai?’ Today, can the papers say they are tracking the West Asia wars? Or the emancipation of Iraq as a story like: ‘This is how it began…’? No!

Dhawal: Why invest in the intelligence of human beings, Mr Pant, when all you need is their ‘eyeballs’, isn’t it? Ethics of the market place is removed from the larger responsibility of ‘rightness’ and ‘goodness’. Markets thrive on the grey, undefined, and badly defined. In fact, they thrive on poor definitions, confusion and stirring the unresolved areas of human consciousness.

Here comes the media’s role. Is it their role to cater or to involve and engage? And how much are they willing to think about their mission and how much of themselves as a business, a corporation? I think those days are gone when newspaper barons passionately believed in engaging. Today, this has translated into a corporate empire which is supported by advertisements and sponsorships. And, therefore, media increasingly has taken on the colour of the marketplace. Much the same way that schools and colleges take their colour from the corporations and lose their purpose in their catering.

Mallika: The editorials and comments require one to search and only the clearly oriented reader has a chance of getting something halfway significant out of the paper…

Biren Chogyal (sports teacher): Absolutely. Presenting facts versus shaping an opinion! Dulling the sensibilities of the readers and in fact like the Mobius strip the reader finds himself supporting something that is terrible. Such an insult to individual intelligence. The tragedy at a deeper level is that our education drives out what residual sensibility we carry from the older generations!

Madhav Lal (history): Worse, Mr Pant. We even come to disregard that residual sensibility. I really wonder how we are going to step up the schooling experience. Newspapers offer a platter of ‘news’ but steer clear of tricky stories. Take the Maoist uprising in the states of Andhra Pradesh, Bihar, etc. The students have been unable to delve deep and examine the situation. While many newspapers have written about the raids, deaths, counter attacks, there seem to be few pieces that tell the story of poverty, starvation, exploitation and neglect. Few raise historical questions — are these people criminals or freedom fighters? Or examine the reasons for their uprising.

Some students have been sharp and reached columns written by Harsh Mander, P. Sainath etc., which dare to unfold a carefully worked story. Unfortunately, students ‘encounter’ them rarely, as the paper speaks alongside, a language of disjointed and sensational news, while burying significant news between gossip and advertisements.

Dhawal: Exactly my point too. Take any country, Mr Pant, it has a story laden with confusion: West Asia, Lebanon, Pakistan, Iraq, Afghanistan, Korea, and then the bigger chapters are about the involvement of the G8 in their histories and futures.

You must write history as it happens, and unearth the details wherein lies the denudation of a country’s values. Only then can you say you gave your children the truth. Today, lies are written in the language of truth. My student Vyas asks me, “How come some testimonies are admitted and some not?” Do you see, Mr Reporter, to answer Vyas honestly, I will be saying things about the law and order, about newspaper ideologies and revenues and, of course, political optimisation.

Or, are newspapers afraid to speak plainly? Are we unable to take a clear position resting on truth and a sense of rightness? Where is the question of taking on the system and breathing new life, if people who are in positions of influence don’t speak their minds? Can you imagine where India would have been if Mahatma Gandhi had not resisted at Natal? Suppose he had apologised and disembarked from the train? So, conviction Mr Pant, conviction!

Analysis: The Wonder of Why

The media needs to take responsibility for its choice of content, slant and tone

G. Guatama

Make what you may of my silence, my child.
At least I did not feed you lies!
‘Why’ is a difficult question, child…
The first ‘Why’ usually takes us to the surface,
The second — how much we take for granted,
The third ‘Why’ brings us face to face with the depth of our ignorance,
a la C.V. Raman in ‘Why The Sky Is Blue’
By then the whys multiply, leading to wonder,
To unknown facts, exciting questions,
uncomfortable unanswered answers.

Why did the police officer hurt the girl?
What happened to her hurt?
Why did no one listen?
The papers, why were they quiet for 19 years?
The quiet cops, were they terrified, embarrassed?
Or did they protect the wrong doer?
When I am older, and commit a wrong,
will the cops and court protect me too?
Will I too be able to get away with just a tap?

Aha! That’s how it works!
If you have profit, you have power!
You don’t go to jail or pay for your crime,
protected by money, protected by power!
So teacher, please, don’t teach me useless stuff.
Teach me the real world!
Teach me how to fulfill my heart’s desires; ads do.
Teach me to get all I crave; the market does!
I want to look good, like in the magazines,
the stars and the beautiful people.
Did they get there playing by the rulebook?
Or did they duck when inner questions
flew fast and thick?
No one got anything by answering questions.
‘Just do it’ is the only mantra! Don’t ask how!

If you see walls, break them.
If rivers block your path, suck them dry!
Life is an opportunity, and I have just this one.
Teacher oh teacher, don’t waste my time.
Fill my mind with dreams of power.
I hear it so loud that I can’t hear your song
of respect and dignity, of right and wrong.
I learnt it all very early, so did my friends.

You are tall and grownup, did they somehow leave you out?
Teacher, is that why you are still at school?
Teach me that nothing matters beyond power.
Show me how to bury questions and confusions.
Surely you know that this is just a game,
this talk of morals and values, goodness and decency.
Or, did they forget to tell you?
Surely you know I need the prize,
to stand tall a victor.
But I need to quell the little voice within,
the one that asks questions…
Teach me to smile, when I have done wrong,
To forgive myself and deny all wrongs.

Teacher oh teacher, I have nothing against you!
You may not know, but you are in a tight spot.
For you can neither speak the truth nor endorse power.
But know, I was here when yet young, unformed, often I spoke the honest truth;
I was licked into shape with jeers and taunts.
I have learnt my lessons, I learnt what pays.
So Teacher, will you still stand alone?
Or soon sell your soul to the spell of the market?

Why is the school, the last of institutions standing, to be left with this hopeless mandate? Why is there such little support for the emergence of intelligence in the young and old? Could it be that we actually don’t love our children? If we did, would we not find a way out?

Have we, the society, chosen power over care, efficiency over effectiveness, the cat that runs away with the pie over the larger good? And, therefore, have we chosen lament over hope? And if this is what we wish to burn into the consciousness of our children, there is no better broth we can offer. An anachronistic school system and powerful surround messages reinforcing the opposite.

On Intelligence – Jeff Hawkins, Sandra Blakeslee

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Mountcastle makes a similar observation. In a field of anatomists looking for minute differences in cortical regions, he shows that despite the differences, the neocortex is remarkably uniform. The same layers, cell types, and connections exist throughout. It looks like the six business cards everywhere. The differences are often so subtle that trained anatomists can’t agree on them. Therefore, Mountcastle argues, all regions of the cortex are performing the same operation. The thing that makes the vision area visual and the motor area motoric is how the regions of cortex are connected to each other and to other parts of the central nervous system.

In fact, Mountcastle argues that the reason one region of cortex looks slightly different from another is because of what it is connected to, and not because its basic function is different. He concludes that there is a common function, a common algorithm, that is performed by all the cortical regions. Vision is no different from hearing, which is no different from motor output. He allows that our genes specify how the regions of cortex are connected, which is very specific to function and species, but the cortical tissue itself is doing the same thing everywhere.

Let’s think about this for a moment. To me, sight, hearing, and touch seem very different. They have fundamentally different qualities. Sight involves color, texture, shape, depth, and form. Hearing has pitch, rhythm, and timbre. They feel very different. How can they be the same? Mountcastle says they aren’t the same, but the way the cortex processes signals from the ear is the same as the way it processes signals from the eyes. He goes on to say that motor control works on the same principle, too. Scientists and engineers have for the most part been ignorant of, or have chosen to ignore, Mountcastle’s proposal. When they try to understand vision or make a computer that can “see,” they devise vocabulary and techniques specific to vision. They talk about edges, textures, and three-dimensional representations. If they want to understand spoken language, they build algorithms based on rules of grammar, syntax, and semantics. But if Mountcastle is correct, these approaches are not how the brain solves these problems, and are therefore likely to fail. If Mountcastle is correct, the algorithm of the cortex must be expressed independently of any particular function or sense. The brain uses the same process to see as to hear. The cortex does something universal that can be applied to any type of sensory or motor system.

When I first read Mountcastle’s paper I nearly fell out of my chair. Here was the Rosetta stone of neuroscience-a single paper and a single idea that united all the diverse and wondrous capabilities of the human mind. It united them under a single algorithm. In one step it exposed the fallacy of all previous attempts to understand and engineer human behavior as diverse capabilities. I hope you can appreciate how radical and wonderfully elegant Mountcastle’s proposal is. The best ideas in science are always simple, elegant, and unexpected, and this is one of the best. In my opinion it was, is, and will likely remain the most important discovery in neuroscience. Incredibly, though, most scientists and engineers either refuse to believe it, choose to ignore it, or aren’t aware of it.

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Part of this neglect stems from a poverty of tools for studying how information flows within the six-layered cortex. The tools we do have operate on a grosser level and are generally aimed at locating where in the cortex, as opposed to when and how, various capabilities arise. For example, much of the neuroscience reported in the popular press these days implicitly favors the idea of the brain as a collection of highly specialized modules. Functional imaging techniques like functional MRI and PET scanning focus almost exclusively on brain maps and the functional regions I mentioned earlier. Typically in these experiments, a volunteer subject lies down with his or her head inside the scanner and performs some kind of mental or motor task. It might be playing a video game, generating verb conjugations, reading sentences, looking at faces, naming pictures, imagining something, memorizing lists, making financial decisions, and so on. The scanner detects which brain regions are more active than usual during these tasks and draws colored splotches over an image of the subject’s brain to pinpoint them. These regions are presumably central to the task. Thousands of functional imaging experiments have been done and thousands more will follow. Through the course of it all, we are gradually building up a picture of where certain functions happen in the typical adult brain. It is easy to say, “this is the face recognition area, this is the math area, this is the music area,” and so on. Since we don’t know how the brain accomplishes these tasks, it is natural to assume that the brain carries out the various activities in different ways.

But does it? A growing and fascinating body of evidence supports Mountcastle’s proposal. Some of the best examples demonstrate the extreme flexibility of the neocortex. Any human brain, if nourished properly and put in the right environment, can learn any of thousands of spoken languages. That same brain can also learn sign language, written language, musical language, mathematical language, computer languages, and body language. It can learn to live in frigid northern climes or in a scorching desert. It can become an expert in chess, fishing, farming, or theoretical physics. Consider the fact that you have a special visual area that seems to be specifically devoted to representing written letters and digits. Does this mean you were born with a language area ready to process letters and digits?

Unlikely. Written language is far too recent an invention for our genes to have evolved a specific mechanism for it. So the cortex is still dividing itself into task-specific functional areas long into childhood, based purely on experience. The human brain has an incredible capacity to learn and adapt to thousands of environments that didn’t exist until very recently. This argues for an extremely flexible system, not one with a thousand solutions for a thousand problems.

Neuroscientists have also found that the wiring of the neocortex is amazingly “plastic,” meaning it can change and rewire itself depending on the type of inputs flowing into it. For example, newborn ferret brains can be surgically rewired so that the animals’ eyes send their signals to the areas of cortex where hearing normally develops. The surprising result is that the ferrets develop functioning visual pathways in the auditory portions of their brains. In other words, they see with brain tissue that normally hears sounds. Similar experiments have been done with other senses and brain regions. For instance, pieces of rat visual cortex can be transplanted around the time of birth to regions where the sense of touch is usually represented. As the rat matures, the transplanted tissue processes touch rather than vision. Cells were not born to specialize in vision or touch or hearing.

Human neocortex is every bit as plastic. Adults who are born deaf process visual information in areas that normally become auditory regions. And congenitally blind adults use the rearmost portion of their cortex, which ordinarily becomes dedicated to vision, to read braille. Since braille involves touch, you might think it would primarily activate touch regions-but apparently no area of cortex is content to represent nothing. The visual cortex, not receiving information from the eyes like it is “supposed” to, casts around for other input patterns to sift through-in this case, from other cortical regions.

All this goes to show that brain regions develop specialized functions based largely on the kind of information that flows into them during development. The cortex is not rigidly designed to perform different functions using different algorithms any more than the earth’s surface was predestined to end up with its modern arrangement of nations. The organization of your cortex, like the political geography of the globe, could have turned out differently given a different set of early circumstances.

Genes dictate the overall architecture of the cortex, including the specifics of what regions are connected together, but within that structure the system is highly flexible.

Mountcastle was right. There is a single powerful algorithm implemented by every region of cortex. If you connect regions of cortex together in a suitable hierarchy and provide a stream of input, it will learn about its environment. Therefore, there is no reason for intelligent machines of the future to have the same senses or capabilities as we humans. The cortical algorithm can be deployed in novel ways, with novel senses, in a machined cortical sheet so that genuine, flexible intelligence emerges outside of biological brains.

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Let’s move on to a topic that is related to Mountcastle’s proposal and is equally surprising. The inputs to your cortex are all basically alike. Again, you probably think of your senses as being completely separate entities. After all, sound is carried as compression waves through air, vision is carried as light, and touch is carried as pressure on your skin. Sound seems temporal, vision seems mainly pictorial, and touch seems essentially spatial. What could be more different than the sound of a bleating goat versus the sight of an apple versus the feel of a baseball?

But let’s take a closer look. Visual information from the outside world is sent to your brain via a million fibers in your optic nerve. After a brief transit through the thalamus, they arrive at the primary visual cortex. Sounds are carried in via the thirty thousand fibers of your auditory nerve. They pass through some older parts of your brain and then arrive at your primary auditory cortex. Your spinal cord carries information about touch and internal sensations to your brain via another million fibers. They are received by your primary somatosensory cortex. These are the main inputs to your brain. They are how you sense the world.

You can visualize these inputs as a bundle of electrical wires or a bundle of optical fibers. You might have seen lamps made with optical fibers where pinpoints of colored light appear at the end of each fiber. The inputs to the brain are like this, but the fibers are called axons, and they carry neural signals called “action potentials” or “spikes,” which are partly chemical and partly electrical. The sense organs supplying these signals are different, but once they are turned into brain-bound action potentials, they are all the same-just patterns.

If you look at a dog, for example, a set of patterns will flow through the fibers of your optic nerve into the visual part of your cortex. If you listen to the dog bark, a different set of patterns will flow along your auditory nerve and into the hearing parts of your brain. If you pet the dog, a set of touch-sensation patterns will flow from your hand, through fibers in your spine, and into the parts of your brain that deal with touch. Each pattern-see the dog, hear the dog, feel the dog-is experienced differently because each gets channeled through a different path in the cortical hierarchy. It matters where the cables go to inside the brain. But at the abstract level of sensory inputs, these are all essentially the same, and are all handled in similar ways by the six-layered cortex. You hear sound, see light, and feel pressure, but inside your brain there isn’t any fundamental difference between these types of information. An action potential is an action potential. These momentary spikes are identical regardless of what originally caused them. All your brain knows is patterns.
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Chapter 4
Memory
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Computers have memory too, in the form of hard drives and memory chips; however, there are four attributes of neocortical memory that are fundamentally different from computer memory:

• The neocortex stores sequences of patterns.
• The neocortex recalls patterns auto-associatively.
• The neocortex stores patterns in an invariant form.
• The neocortex stores patterns in a hierarchy.
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The next time you tell a story, step back and consider how you can only relate one aspect of the tale at a time. You cannot tell me everything that happened all at once, no matter how quickly you talk or I listen. You need to finish one part of the story before you can move on to the next. This isn’t only because spoken language is serial; written, oral, and visual storytelling all convey a narrative in a serial fashion. It is because the story is stored in your head in a sequential fashion and can only be recalled in the same sequence. You can’t remember the entire story at once. In fact, it’s almost impossible to think of anything complex that isn’t a series of events or thoughts.

You may have noticed, too, that in telling a story some people can’t get to the crux of it right away. They seem to ramble on with irrelevant details and tangents. This can be irritating. You want to scream, “Get to the point!” But they are chronicling the story as it happened to them, through time, and cannot tell it any other way.

Another example: I’d like you to imagine your home right now. Close your eyes and visualize it. In your imagination, go to the front door. Imagine what it looks like. Open your front door. Move inside. Now look to your left. What do you see? Look to the right. What is there? Go to your bathroom. What’s on the right? What’s on the left? What’s in the top right drawer? What items do you keep in your shower? You know all these things plus thousands more and can recall them in great detail. These memories are stored in your cortex. You might say these things are all part of the memory of your home. But you can’t think of them all at once. They are obviously related memories but there is no way you can bring to mind all of this detail at once. You have a thorough memory of your home; but to recall it you have to go through it in sequential segments, in much the same way as you experience it.

All memories are like this. You have to walk through the temporal sequence of how you do things. One pattern (approach the door) evokes the next pattern (go through the door), which evokes the next pattern (either go down the hall or ascend the stairs), and so on. Each is a sequence you’ve followed before. Of course, with a conscious effort I can change the order of how I describe my home to you. I can jump from basement to the second floor if I decide to focus on items in a nonsequential way. Yet once I start to describe any room or item I’ve chosen, I’m back to following .a sequence. Truly random thoughts don’t exist. Memory recall almost always follows a pathway of association.

You know the alphabet. Try saying it backward. You can’t because you don’t usually experience it backward. If you want to know what it’s like to be a child learning the alphabet, try saying it in reverse. That’s exactly what they’re confronted with. It’s really hard. Your memory of the alphabet is a sequence of patterns. It isn’t something stored or recalled in an instant or in an arbitrary order. The same thing goes for the days of the week, the months of the year, your phone number, and countless other things.

Your memory for songs is a great example of temporal sequences in memory. Think of a tune you know. I like to use “Somewhere over the Rainbow,” but any melody will suffice.
You cannot imagine the entire song at once, only in sequence. You can start at the beginning or maybe with the chorus, and then you play through it, filling in the notes one after another. You can’t recall the song backward,just as you can’t recall it all at once. You were first exposed to “Somewhere over the Rainbow” as it played through time, and you can only recall it in the same way you learned it.

This applies to very low level sensory memories too. Consider your tactile memory for textures. Your cortex has memories of what it feels like to hold a fistful of gravel, slide your fingers over velvet, and press down on a piano key. These memories are based on sequences every bit as much as the alphabet and songs are; it’s just that the sequences are shorter, spanning mere fractions of a second rather than many seconds or minutes. If! buried your hand in a bucket of gravel while you slept, when you woke up you wouldn’t know what you were touching until you moved your fingers. Your memory for the tactile texture of gravel is based on pattern sequences across the pressure and vibration-sensing neurons in your skin. These sequences are different from those you’d receive if your hand was buried in sand or Styrofoam pellets or dry leaves. As soon as you flexed your hand, the scraping and rolling of the pebbles would create the telltale pattern sequences of gravel and trigger the appropriate memory in your somatosensory cortex.

The next time you get out of the shower, pay attention to how you dry yourself off with a towel. I discovered that I dry myself off with nearly the exact same sequence of rubs, pats, and body positions each time. And via a pleasant experiment I discovered that my wife also follows a semirigid pattern when she steps out of the shower. You probably do too. If you follow a sequence, try changing it. You can will yourself to do it, but you need to stay focused. If your attention wanders, you’ll fall back into your accustomed pattern.

All memories are stored in the synaptic connections between neurons. Given the very large number of things we have stored in our cortex, and that at any moment in time we can recall only a tiny fraction of these stored memories, it stands to reason that only a limited number of synapses and neurons in your brain are playing an active role in memory recall at anyone time. As you start to recall what is in your home, one set of neurons becomes active, which then leads to another set of neurons being active, and so on. An adult human neocortex has an incredibly large memory capacity. But, even though we have stored so many things, we can only remember a few at any time and can only do so in a sequence of associations.

Here is a fun exercise. Try to recall details from your past, details of where you lived, places you visited, and people you knew. I find I can always uncover memories of things I haven’t thought of in many years. There are thousands of detailed memories stored in the synapses of our brains that are rarely used. At any point in time we recall only a tiny fraction of what we know. Most of the information is sitting there idly waiting for the appropriate cues to invoke it.

Computer memory does not normally store sequences of patterns. It can be made to do so using various software tricks (such as when you store a song on your computer), but computer memory does not do this automatically. In contrast, the cortex does store sequences automatically. Doing so is an inherent aspect of the neocortical memory system.

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Now let’s consider the second key feature of our memory, its auto-associative nature. As we saw in chapter 2, the term simply means that patterns are associated with themselves. An auto-associative memory system is one that can recall complete patterns when given only partial or distorted inputs. This can work for both spatial and temporal patterns. If you see your child’s shoes sticking out from behind the draperies, you automatically envision his or her entire form. You complete the spatial pattern from a partial version of it. Or imagine you see a person waiting for a bus but can only see part of her because she is standing partially behind a bush. Your brain is not confused. Your eyes only see parts of a body, but your brain fills in the rest, creating a perception of a whole person that’s so strong you may not even realize you’re only inferring.

You also complete temporal patterns. If you recall a small detail about something that happened long ago, the entire memory sequence can come flooding back into your mind. Marcel Proust’s famous series of novels, Remembrance of Things Past, opened with the memory of how a madeleine cookie smelled and he was off and running for a thousand-plus pages. During conversation we often can’t hear all the words if we are in a noisy environment. No problem. Our brains fill in what they miss with what they expect to hear. It’s well established that we don’t actually hear all the words we perceive. Some people complete others’ sentences aloud, but in our minds all of us are doing this constantly. And not just the ends of sentences, but the middles and beginnings as well. For the most part we are not aware that we’re constantly completing patterns, but it’s a ubiquitous and fundamental feature of how memories are stored in the cortex. At any time, a piece can activate the whole. This is the essence of auto-associative memories.

Your neocortex is a complex biological auto-associative memory. During each waking moment, each functional region is essentially waiting vigilantly for familiar patterns or pattern fragments to come in. You can be in deep thought about something, but the instant your friend appears your thoughts switch to her. This switch isn’t something you chose to do. The mere appearance of your friend forces your brain to start recalling patterns associated with her. It’s unavoidable. After an interruption we frequently have to ask, “What was I thinking about?” A dinner conversation with friends follows a circuitous route of associations. The talk may start with the food in front of you, but the salad evokes an associated memory of your mother’s salad at your wedding, which leads to a memory of someone else’s wedding, which leads to a memory of where they went on their honeymoon, to the political problems in that part of the world, and so on. Thoughts and memories are associatively linked, and again, random thoughts never really occur. Inputs to the brain auto-associatively link to themselves, filling in the present, and auto-associatively link to what follows next. We call this chain of memories thought, and although its path is not deterministic, we are not fully in control of it either.
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Chapter 5
A New Framework of Intelligence
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Mammals evolved a large neocortex because it gave them some survival advantage, and such an advantage must ultimately be rooted in behavior. But in the beginning, the cortex served to make more efficient use of existing behaviors, not to create entirely new behaviors. To make the case clear, we need to take a look at how our brains evolved.

Simple nervous systems emerged not long after multicellular creatures started squiggling all over the Earth, hundreds of millions of years ago, but the story of real intelligence begins more recently with our reptilian forebears. The reptiles were successful in their conquest of the land. They spread over every continent and diversified into numerous species. They had keen senses and well-developed brains that endowed them with complex behavior. Their direct descendants, today’s surviving reptiles, still have them. An alligator, for example, has sophisticated senses just like you and me. It has well-developed eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and skin. It carries out complex behaviors including the ability to swim, run, hide, hunt, ambush, sun, nest, and mate.

What is the difference between a human brain and a reptile brain? A lot and a little. I say a little because, to a rough approximation, everything in a reptile’s brain exists in a human brain. I say a lot because a human brain has something really important that a reptile does not have: a large cortex. You sometimes hear people refer to the “old” brain or the “primitive” brain. Every human has these more ancient structures in the brain,just like a reptile. They regulate blood pressure, hunger, sex, emotions, and many aspects of movement. When you stand, balance, and walk, for example, you are relying heavily on the old brain. If you hear a lightening sound, panic, and start to run, that is mostly your old brain. You don’t need more than a reptile brain to do a lot of interesting and useful things. So what does the neocortex do if it isn’t strictly required to see, hear, and move?

Mammals are more intelligent than reptiles because of their neocortex. (The word itself is derived from the Latin words for “new bark” or “new rind,” because the cortex literally covers the old brain.) The neocortex first appeared tens of millions of years ago and only mammals have one. What makes humans smarter than other mammals is primarily the large area of our neocortex-which expanded dramatically only a couple of million years ago. Remember, the cortex is built using a common repeated element. The human cortical sheet is the same thickness and has very nearly the same structure as the cortex in our mammal relatives. When evolution makes something big very quickly, as it did with human cortex, it does so by copying an existing structure. We got smart by adding many more elements of a common cortical algorithm. There is a common misconception that the human brain is the pinnacle of billions of years of evolution. This may be true if we think of the entire nervous system. However, the human neocortex itself is a relatively new structure and hasn’t been around long enough to undergo much long-term evolutionary refinement.

Here then is the core of my argument on how to understand the neocortex, and why memory and prediction are the keys to unlocking the mystery of intelligence. We start with the reptilian brain with no cortex. Evolution discovers that if it tacks on a memory system (the neocortex) to the sensory path of the primitive brain, the animal gains an ability to predict the future. Imagine the old reptilian brain is still doing its thing, but now sensory patterns are simultaneously fed into the neocortex. The neocortex stores this sensory information in its memory. At a future time when the animal encounters the same or a similar situation, the memory recognizes the input as similar and recalls what happened in the past. The recalled memory is compared with the sensory input stream. It both “fills in” the current input and predicts what will be seen next. By comparing the actual sensory input with recalled memory, the animal not only understands where it is but can see into the future.

Now imagine that the cortex not only remembers what the animal has seen but also remembers the behaviors the old brain performed when it was in a similar situation. We don’t even have to assume the cortex knows the difference between sensations and behavior; to the cortex they are both just patterns. When our animal finds itself in the same or a similar situation, it not only sees into the future but recalls which behaviors led to that future vision. Thus, memory and prediction allow an animal to use its existing (old brain) behaviors more intelligently.

For example, imagine you’re a rat learning to navigate a maze for the first time. Aroused by uncertainty or hunger, you will use the skills inherent to your old brain to explore the new environment-listening, looking, sniffing, and creeping close to the walls. All this sensory information is used by your old brain but is also passed up to your neocortex, where it is stored. At some future time, you find yourself in the same maze. Your neocortex will recognize the current input as one it has seen before and recall the stored patterns representing what happened in the past. In essence, it allows you to see a short way into the future. If you were a talking rat, you might say, “Oh, I recognize this maze, and I remember this corner.” As your neocortex recalls what happened in the past, you will envision finding the cheese you saw last time you were in the maze, and how you got to it. “In turn right here, I know what.will happen next. There’s a piece of cheese down at the end of this hallway. I see it in my imagination.” When you scurry through the maze, you rely on older, primitive structures to carry out movements like lifting your feet and sweeping your whiskers. With your (relatively) big neocortex, you can remember the places you have been, recognize them again in the future, and make predictions about what will happen next. A lizard without a neocortex has a much poorer ability to remember the past and may have to search a maze anew every time. You (the rat) understand the world and the immediate future because of your cortical memory. You see vivid images of the rewards and dangers that lie ahead of each decision, and so you move more effectively through your world. You can literally see the future.

But notice you are not performing any particularly complex or fundamentally new behaviors. You are not building yourself a hang glider and flying to the cheese at the end of the hallway. Your neocortex is forming predictions about sensory patterns that allow you to see into the future, but your palette of available behaviors is pretty much unaffected. Your ability to scurry, clamber, and explore is still a lot like that of a lizard.

As the cortex got larger over evolutionary time, it was able to remember more and more about the world. It could form more memories, and make more predictions. The complexity of those memories and predictions also increased. But something else remarkable happened that led to the uniquely human abilities for intelligent behavior.

Human behavior transcends the old basic repertoire of moving around with ratlike skills. We have taken neocortical evolution to a new level. Only humans create written and spoken language. Only humans cook their food, sew clothes, fly planes, and build skyscrapers. Our motor and planning abilities vastly exceed those of our closest animal relatives. How can the cortex, which was designed to make sensory predictions, generate the incredibly sophisticated behavior unique to humans? And how could this superior behavior evolve so suddenly? There are two answers to this question. One is that the neocortical algorithm is so powerful and flexible that with a little bit of rewiring, unique to humans, it can create new, sophisticated behaviors. The other answer is that behavior and prediction are two sides of the same thing. Although the cortex can envision the future, it can make accurate sensory predictions only if it knows what behaviors are being performed.

In the simple example of the rat looking for the cheese, the rat remembers the maze and uses this memory to predict that it will see the cheese around the corner. But the rat could turn left or turn right; only by simultaneously remembering the cheese and the correct behavior, “turn right at the fork,” can the rat make the prediction of the cheese come true. Although this is a trivial example, it gets to the essence of how sensory prediction and behavior are intimately related. All behavior changes what we see, hear, and feel. Most of what we sense at any moment is highly dependent on our own actions. Move your arm in front of your face. To predict seeing your arm, your cortex has to know that it has commanded the arm to move. If the cortex saw your arm moving without the corresponding motor command, you would be surprised. The simplest way to interpret this would be to assume your brain first moves the arm and then predicts what it will see. I believe this is wrong. Instead I believe the cortex predicts seeing the arm, and this prediction is what causes the motor commands to make the prediction come true. You think first, which causes you to act to make your thoughts come true.
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Chapter 6
How the Cortex Works
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Let me describe this using another mental picture. Imagine two pieces of paper with lots of little holes punched in them. The holes on one paper represent the columns that have active layer 2 or layer 3 cells, our invariant prediction. The holes on the other paper represent columns with partial input from below. If you put one piece of paper on top of the other, some of the holes will line up, others won’t. The holes that line up represent the columns we think should be active.

This mechanism not only makes specific predictions, it also resolves ambiguities from the sensory inputs. Very often the input to a region of cortex will be ambiguous, as we saw with the colored papers, or when you hear a semi-garbled word. This bottom-up/ top-down matching mechanism enables you to decide between two or more interpretations. And once you decide, you relay your interpretation to the region below.

Every moment in your waking life, each region of your neocortex is comparing a set of expected columns driven from above with the set of observed columns driven from below. Where the two sets intersect is what we perceive. If we had perfect input from below and perfect predictions, then the set of perceived columns would always be contained in the set of predicted columns. We often don’t have such agreement. The method of combining partial prediction with partial input resolves ambiguous input, it fills in missing pieces of information, and it decides between alternative views. It is how we combine an expected pitch-invariant interval with the last heard note to predict the next specific note in a melody. It is how we decide whether a picture is of a vase or of two faces. It is how we split our motor stream either to write or to speak the Gettysburg Address.

Finally, in addition to projecting to lower cortical regions, layer 6 cells can send their output back into layer 4 cells of their own column. When they do, our predictions become the input. This is what we do when daydreaming or thinking. It allows us to see the consequences of our own predictions. We do this many hours a day as we plan the future, rehearse speeches, and worry about events to come. Longtime cortical modeler Stephen Grossberg calls this “folded feedback.” I prefer “imagining.”

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One last topic before we leave this section. I have pointed out several times that most often what we see, hear, or feel is highly dependent on our own actions. What we see is dependent on where our eyes saccade and how we turn our heads. What we feel is dependent on how we move our limbs and fingers. What we hear is sometimes dependent on what we say and do.

Therefore, to predict what we will sense next, we have to know what actions we are undertaking. Motor behavior and sensory perception are highly interdependent. How can we make predictions if what we sense next is largely a result of our own actions? Fortunately, there is a surprising and elegant solution to this problem, although many of the details are not understood.

The first surprising discovery is that perception and behavior are almost one and the same. As I mentioned earlier, most if not all regions of the cortex, even visual areas, participate in the creation of movement. The layer 5 cells that project to the thalamus and then to layer 1 also seem to have a motor function because they simultaneously project to motor areas of the old brain. Thus, the knowledge of ”what just happened”-both sensory and motor-is available in layer 1.

The second surprising thing, and a consequence of the first, is that motor behavior must also be represented in a hierarchy of invariant representations. You generate the movements necessary to carry out a particular action by thinking of doing it in a detail-invariant form. As the motor command travels down the hierarchy, it gets translated into the complex and detailed sequences required to perform the activity you expected to do. This is happening in both “motor” cortex and “sensory” cortex, which blurs the distinction between the two. If region IT of visual cortex is perceiving “nose,” the mere act of switching to the representation for “eye” will generate the saccade necessary: to make this prediction a reality. The particular saccade necessary to move from seeing a nose to seeing an eye varies depending on where the face is. A close face requires a larger saccade; a more distant face requires a smaller saccade. A tilted face requires saccading at an angle different from the one for a level face. The details of the needed saccade are determined as the prediction of seeing the “eye” moves toward V1. The saccade becomes increasingly specific the farther down it goes, resulting in a saccade that lands your foveas right on target, or pretty close.

Let’s look at another example. For me to physically move from my living room to my kitchen, all my brain has to do is mentally switch from the invariant representation of my living room to the invariant representation of my kitchen. This switch causes a complex unfolding of sequences. The process of generating the sequence of predictions of what I will see, feel, and hear while walking from the living room to the kitchen also generates the sequence of motor commands that makes me walk from my living room to my kitchen and move my eyes as I do so. Prediction and motor behavior work hand in hand as patterns flow down and up the cortical hierarchy. As strange as it sounds, when your own behavior is involved, your predictions not only precede sensation, they determine sensation. Thinking of going to the next pattern in a sequence causes a cascading prediction of what you should experience next. As the cascading prediction unfolds, it generates the motor commands necessary to fulfill the prediction. Thinking, predicting, and doing are all part of the same unfolding of sequences moving down the cortical hierarchy.

“Doing” by thinking, the parallel unfolding of perception and motor behavior, is the essence of what is called goal oriented behavior. Goal-oriented behavior is the holy grail of robotics. It is built into the fabric of the cortex.

We can turn off our motor behavior, of course. I can think of seeing something without actually seeing it and I can think of going to my kitchen without actually doing so. But thinking of doing something is literally the start of how we do it.
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How the Cortex Learns
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When you are born your cortex essentially doesn’t know anything. It doesn’t know about your language, your culture, your home, your town, songs, the people you will grow up with, nothing. All this information, the structure of the world, has to be learned. The two basic components of learning are forming the classifications of patterns and building sequences. These two complementary memory components interact. As one region learns sequences, the inputs it sends to the layer 4 cells in higher cortical regions change. These layer 4 cells therefore learn to form new classifications, which changes the pattern projected back to layer 1 in the lower region, which affects the sequences.

The basics of forming sequences is to group patterns together that are part of the same object. One way to do this is by grouping patterns that occur contiguously in time. If a child holds a toy in her hand and slowly moves it, her brain can safely assume that the image on her retina is of the same object moment to moment, and therefore the changing set of patterns can be grouped together. At other times you need outside instruction to help you decide which patterns belong together. To learn that apples and bananas are fruits, but carrots and celery are not, requires a teacher to guide you to group these items as fruits. Either way, your brain slowly builds sequences of patterns that belong together. But as a region of cortex builds sequences, the input to the next region changes. The input changes from representing mostly individual patterns to representing groups of patterns. The input to a region changes from notes to melodies, from letters to words, from noses to faces, and so on. Because the bottom-up inputs to a region become more “object-oriented,” the higher region of cortex can now learn sequences of these higher-order objects. Where before a region built sequences of letters, it now builds sequences of words. The unexpected result of this learning process is that, during repetitive learning, representations of objects move down the cortical hierarchy. During the early years of your life, your memories of the world first form in higher regions of cortex, but as you learn they are re-formed in lower and lower parts of the cortical hierarchy. It isn’t that the brain moves them; it has to relearn them over and over. (I am not suggesting that all memories start at the top of the cortex. The actual formation of memories is more complex. I believe layer 4 pattern classification starts at the bottom and moves up. But as it does, we start forming sequences that then move down. It is the memory of sequences I am suggesting re-form lower and lower in the cortex.) As simple representations move down, the regions at the top are able to learn more complex and subtle patterns.

You can observe the creation and downward movement of hierarchical memory by observing how a child learns. Consider how we learn to read. The first thing we learn is to recognize individual printed letters. This is a slow and difficult task requiring conscious effort. Then we move on to recognizing simple words. Again, it is difficult and slow at first, even for three-letter words. The child can read each letter in sequence and sound out the letters one after another, but it takes a fair amount of practice before the word itself is recognized as a word. After learning simple words, we struggle with complex, multisyllable words. At first, we sound out each syllable, concatenating them as we did with letters when learning simple words. After years of practice, a person can read quickly. We get to the point where we don’t actually see all the individual letters but instead recognize entire words and often entire phrases at a glance. It isn’t just that we are faster; we are actually recognizing words and phrases as entities. When we read an entire word at one time, do we still see the letters? Yes and no. Obviously, the retina sees the letters and therefore so do regions of V1. But the recognition of the letters is occurring fairly low in the cortical hierarchy, say in V2 or V4. By the time the signal gets to IT, the individual letters are no longer represented. What at first took the effort of your entire visual cortex-recognizing individual letters-is now occurring closer to the sensory input. As memory of simple objects like letters moves down the hierarchy, the higher regions have the ability to learn complex objects like words and phrases.

Learning to read music is another example. At first you have to concentrate on every note. With practice, you start to recognize common note sequences, then entire phrases. After much practice, it is as if you don’t see most of the notes at all. The sheet music is there only to remind you of the major structure of the piece; the detailed sequences have been memorized lower down. This type of learning occurs in both motor and sensory areas.

A young brain is slower to recognize inputs and slower to make motor commands because the memories used in these tasks are higher up the cortical hierarchy. Information has to flow all the way up and down, maybe with multiple passes, to resolve conflicts. It takes time for the neural signals to travel up and down the cortical hierarchy. A young brain also has not yet formed complex sequences at the top and therefore cannot recognize and play back complex patterns. A young brain cannot understand the higher-order structure of the world. Compared to an adult’s, a child’s language is simple, his music is simple, and his social interactions are simple.

If you study a particular set of objects over and over, your cortex re-forms memory representations for those objects down the hierarchy. This frees up the top for learning more subtle, more complex relationships. According to the theory, this is what makes an expert.

In my work designing computers, some people are surprised by how quickly I can look at a product and see the problems inherent in its design. After twenty-five years of designing computers, I have a better-than-average model of the issues associated with mobile computing devices. Similarly, an experienced parent can easily recognize why his child is upset, whereas a first-time parent may struggle with how to handle a situation. An experienced business manager can readily see the flaws and advantages of the structure of an organization whereas the novice manager just can’t understand these things. They have the same input, but the novice’s model is not as sophisticated. In all such cases and a thousand more, we start by learning the basics, the simplest structure. Over time we move our knowledge down the cortical hierarchy and, therefore, we have the opportunity at the top for learning higher-order structure. It is this higher-order structure that makes us experienced. Experts and geniuses have brains that see structure of structure and patterns of patterns beyond what others do. You can become expert by practice, but there certainly is a genetic component to talent and genius too.
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Chapter 7
Consciousness and Creativity
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Imagine you are about to have dinner in an unfamiliar restaurant and you want to wash your hands. Even though you have never been in this building before, your brain predicts that there will be a restroom somewhere in the restaurant with a basin suitable for hand washing. How does it know this? Other restaurants you have been in have a restroom, and by analogy this restaurant will likely have one, too. Further, you know where and what to look for. You predict there will be a door or sign with some type of symbol associated with men or women. You predict it will be toward the back of the restaurant, either by the bar or down a hall, but generally not in plain view of the eating areas. Again, you have never been in this particular restaurant before, but by analogy to other eating establishments you are able to find what you need. You don’t look around randomly. You look for expected patterns that let you find the restroom quickly. This kind of behavior is a creative act; it is predicting the future by analogy to the past. We don’t normally think of this as being creative, but it very much is.

Recently I bought a vibraphone. We have a piano, but I had never played the vibraphone before. The day we brought it home, I took a sheet of music from the piano, placed it on the stand over the vibraphone, and started playing simple melodies. My ability to do this was not remarkable. But in a fundamental way, it was a creative act. Think about what was involved. I have an instrument that is very different from a piano. The vibraphone has gold metal bars; the piano has black and white keys. The gold bars are big and gradually change in size; the keys are small and of two different sizes. The gold bars are arranged in two different rows; the black and white keys are interleaved. On one instrument I use my fingers, and on the other I swing mallets. For this I’m standing up, and for that I’m sitting down. The particular muscles and motions needed to play the vibraphone are completely different from those needed to play the piano.

So how was I able to play a melody on an unfamiliar instrument? The answer is that my cortex sees an analogy between the keys on a piano and the bars on a vibraphone. Using this similarity allowed me to play a tune. It isn’t really any different from singing a song in a new key. In both cases, we know what to do by analogy to past learning. I realize that to you the similarity between these two instruments may appear obvious, but that is only because our brains automatically see analogies. Try to program a computer to find similarities between objects such as pianos and vibraphones and you will see how incredibly difficult this is. Prediction by analogy-creativity-is so pervasive we normally don’t notice it.

We do, however, believe we are being creative when our memory-prediction system operates at a higher level of abstraction, when it makes uncommon predictions, using uncommon analogies. For example, most people would agree that a mathematician who proves a difficult conjecture is being creative. But let’s take a close look at what’s involved with her mental efforts. Our mathematician stares hard at an equation and says, “How am I going to tackle this problem?” If the answer isn’t readily obvious she may rearrange the equation. By writing it down in a different fashion, she can look at the same problem from a different perspective. She stares some more. Suddenly she sees a part of the equation that looks familiar. She thinks, “Oh, I recognize this. There’s a structure to this equation that is similar to the structure of another equation I worked on several years ago.” She then makes a prediction by analogy. “Maybe I can solve this new equation using the same techniques I used successfully on the old equation.” She is able to solve the problem by analogy to a previously learned problem. It is a creative act.

My father had a mysterious blood disorder that his physicians could not diagnose. So how did they know what treatment to offer? One of the things they did was to look at months of data taken from analyses of my father’s blood to see if they could identify patterns. (My father printed a beautiful chart so the doctors could see the data clearly.) While his symptoms did not closely match those of known diseases, there were some similarities. The doctors ended up basing his treatment on a mixture of strategies that had worked for other blood disorders. The treatments used were guesses based on analogies to diseases the physicians had previously treated. Recognizing these patterns required extensive exposure to other uncommon diseases.

Shakespeare’s metaphors are the paragon of creativity. “Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.” ”Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy.” “There’s daggers in men’s smiles.” Such metaphors become obvious when you see them but they’re very hard to invent, which is one reason why Shakespeare is regarded as a literary genius. To create such metaphors he had to see a succession of clever analogies. When he writes “There’s daggers in men’s smiles,” he is not talking about daggers or smiles. Daggers are analogous to ill intent, and men’s smiles are analogous to deceit. Two clever analogies in only five words! At least that is how I interpret it. Poets have the gift of correlating seemingly unrelated words or concepts in manners that illuminate the world in new ways. They create unexpected analogies as a means of teaching higher-level structure.

In fact, highly creative works of art are appreciated because they violate our predictions. When you see a film that breaks the familiar mold of a character, story line, or cinematography (including special effects), you like it because it is not the same old same old. Paintings, music, poetry, novels-all creative artistic forms-strive to break convention and violate the expectations of an audience. There is a contradictory tension in what makes a work of art great. We want art to be familiar yet at the same time to be unique and unexpected. Too much familiarity is retread or kitsch; too much uniqueness is jarring and difficult to appreciate. The best works break some expected patterns while simultaneously teaching us new ones. Consider a great piece of classical music. The best music has an appeal at a simple level-good beat, simple melody and phrasing. Anyone can understand and appreciate it. However, it is also a little different and unexpected. But the more you listen to it, the more you see there is pattern in the unexpected parts, such as repeated unusual harmonies or key changes. The same is true with great literature or great movies. The more you read or see them, the more creative detail and complexity of structure you observe.

You’ve probably had the experience of looking at something when a twinge of recognition goes off in your head: “Hmmm, I’ve seen this pattern before, someplace else. . .” You may not have been trying to solve a problem, it’s just that an invariant representation in your brain was activated by a novel situation. You saw an analogy between two normally unrelated events. I might recognize that promoting a scientific idea is similar to selling a business idea or that bringing about political reform is like raising children. If I’m a poet, voila!, I have a new metaphor. If I’m a scientist or engineer, I have a new solution to a long standing problem. Creativity is mixing and matching patterns of everything you’ve ever experienced or come to know in your lifetime. It’s saying “this is kinda like that.” The neural mechanism for doing this is everywhere in the cortex.

Are Some People More Creative than Others?

A related question I often hear is, “If all brains are inherently creative, why are there differences in our creativity?” The memory prediction framework points to two possible answers. One has to do with nature and the other with nurture.

On the nurture side, everyone has different life experiences.Therefore everyone develops different models and memories of the world in his or her cortex, and will make different analogies and predictions. If I have been exposed to music, I will be able to sing songs in new keys and play simple melodies on new instruments. If! have never been exposed to music, I will not be able to make these predictive leaps. If I have studied physics, I will be able to explain the behavior of everyday objects via analogy to the laws of physics. If! grew up with dogs, I am apt to see analogies about dogs and will be better at predicting their behavior. Some people are more creative in social situations or in language, math, or diplomacy, all based on the environment they grew up in. Our predictions, and thus our talents, are built upon our experiences.

In chapter 6, I described how memories are pushed down the cortical hierarchy. The more you are exposed to certain patterns, the more the memory of these patterns are re-formed at lower levels. This allows you to learn the relationships among higher-order abstract objects at the top. It’s the essence of expertise. An expert is someone who through practice and repeated exposure can recognize patterns that are more subtle than can be recognized by a nonexpert, such as the shape of a fin on a late-fifties car or the size of a spot on a seagull’s beak. Experts can recognize patterns on top of patterns. Ultimately there is a physical limit to what we can learn constrained by the size of our cortex. But as humans, our cortex is large compared to other species and we have a tremendous flexibility in what we can learn. It all depends on what we are exposed to throughout our lives.
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We continued this line of argument-a yes you are, no I’m not kind of thing-until it was time to head up to dinner. I don’t think I changed anyone’s mind about the existence and meaning of consciousness. But I was trying to get them to realize that most people think consciousness is some kind of magical sauce that is added on top of the physical brain. You’ve got a brain, made of cells, and you pour consciousness, this magical sauce, on it, and that’s the human condition. In this view, consciousness is a mysterious entity separate from brains. That’s why zombies have brains but they don’t have consciousness. They have all the mechanical stuff, neurons and synapses, but they don’t have the special sauce. They can do everything a human can do. From the outside you can’t tell a zombie from a human.

The idea that consciousness is something extra stems from earlier beliefs in elan vital-a special force once thought to animate living things. People believed you needed this life force to explain the difference between rocks and plants or metals and maidens. Few people believe this anymore. Nowadays we know enough about the differences between inanimate and animate matter to understand that there isn’t a special sauce. We now know a great deal about DNA, protein folding, gene transcription, and metabolism. While we don’t yet know all the mechanisms of living systems, we know enough about biology to leave out magic. Similarly, no longer do people suggest it takes magic or spirits to make muscles move. We have folding proteins that pull long molecules past one another. You can read all about it.

Nevertheless, many people persist in believing that consciousness is different and can’t be explained in reductionist biological terms. Again, I am not a student of consciousness. I haven’t read all the philosophers’ opinions. But I have some ideas about what I think. people are confusing in this debate. I believe consciousness is simply what it feels like to have a neocortex. But we can do better than that. We can break consciousness into two major categories. One is similar to self-awareness-the everyday notion of being conscious. This is relatively easy to understand. The second is qualia-the idea that feelings associated with sensation are somehow independent of sensory input. Qualia is the harder part.

When most people say the word conscious, they are referring to the first category. “Were you conscious that you walked past me without saying hello?” “Were you conscious when you fell out of bed last night?” “You aren’t conscious when you sleep.” Some people say this form of consciousness is exactly the same as awareness. The two are close, but I don’t think. awareness quite captures it correctly. I suggest this meaning of consciousness is synonymous with forming declarative memories. Declarative memories are memories that you can recall and talk about to someone else. You can express them verbally. If you ask me where I went last weekend, I can tell you. That is a declarative memory. If you ask me how to balance a bicycle, I can tell you to hold the handle bar and push the pedals, but I can’t explain exactly how to do it. How to balance a bicycle has mostly to do with neural activity in the old brain, so it is not a declarative memory.

I have a little thought experiment to show how our everyday notion of consciousness is the same as forming declarative memories. Recall that all memory is believed to reside in physical changes to synapses and the neurons they connect to. Therefore, if I had a method to reverse those physical changes, your memory would be erased. Now imagine I could flip a switch and return your brain to the exact physical state it was in at some point in the past. It could be an hour ago, twenty-four hours ago, whatever. I just flip the switch in my way-back machine and your synapses and neurons return to a previous state in time. By doing so, I erase all your memory of what occurred since that time.

Let’s assume you go through today and wake up tomorrow. But just as you’re waking up, I flip the switch and erase the last twenty-four hours. You would have absolutely zero memory of the previous day. From your brain’s perspective, yesterday never happened. I would tell you it’s Wednesday and you’d protest, “No, it’s Tuesday. I’m certain of it. The calendar has been altered. No way, this is Tuesday. Why are you pulling this trick on me?” But everyone whom you had met on Tuesday would say that you had been conscious throughout the day. They saw you, had lunch with you, and talked with you. Don’t you remember it? You’d say no, it didn’t happen. Finally, shown a video of you having lunch, you gradually become convinced that the day did happen, even though you have no memory of it. It’s as if you were a zombie for a day, not conscious. However, you were conscious at the time. Your belief that you were conscious disappeared only when your declarative memory was erased.

This thought experiment captures the equivalence between declarative memory and our everyday notion of being conscious. If during and at the end of a game of tennis I ask you if you are conscious, you would, of course, say yes. If! then erased your memory of the last two hours, you would claim to have been unconscious and not responsible for your actions during that time. In either case, you played the same game of tennis. The only difference is whether you have a memory of it at the time I ask you. Therefore, this meaning of consciousness is not absolute. It can be changed after the fact by memory erasure.

The more difficult question about consciousness concerns qualia. Qualia is often phrased in Zen-like queries, such as “Why is red red and green green? Does red look the same to me as it does to you? Why is red emotionally laden with certain feelings? It has a certain inextricable quality or feelingness to me. What feelingness does it cause in you?”

I find such descriptions difficult to relate to neurobiology, so I’d like to rephrase the question. For me, an equivalent question, but one I still find hard to explain, is, Why do different senses seem qualitatively different? Why does sight seem different from hearing and why does hearing seem different from touch? If the cortex is the same everywhere, if it works with the same processes, if it is just dealing with patterns, if no sound or light enters the brain,just patterns, then why does vision seem so different from hearing? I find it difficult to describe how sight differs from hearing, but it self-evidently is. I assume it is for you, too. Yet an axon representing sound and another representing light are, for all practical purposes, identical. “Lightness” and “soundness” are not carried down the axon of a sensory neuron.

People with a condition called synesthesia have brains that blur the distinction between the senses-certain sounds have a color, or certain textures have a color. This tells us that the qualitative aspect of a sense is not immutable. Through some sort of physical modification, a brain can impart a qualitative aspect of vision to an auditory input.

So what is the explanation for qualia? I can think of two possibilities, neither of which I find completely satisfactory. One is that although hearing, touch, and vision work under similar principles in the neocortex, they are handled differently below the cortex. Hearing relies on a set of audition-specific subcortical structures that process auditory patterns before they reach the cortex. Somatosensory patterns also travel through a set of subcortical areas that are unique to somatic senses. Perhaps qualia, like emotions, are not mediated purely by the neocortex. If they are somehow bound up with subcortical parts of the brain that have unique wiring, perhaps tied to emotion centers, this might explain why we perceive them differently, even if it doesn’t help explain why there is any sort of qualia sensation in the first place.

The other possibility I  can think of is that the structure of the inputs-differences in the patterns themselves-dictates how you experience qualitative aspects of the information. The nature of the spatial-temporal pattern on the auditory nerve is different from the nature of the spatial-temporal pattern on the optic nerve. The optic nerve has a million fibers and carries quite a bit of spatial information. The auditory nerve has only thirty thousand fibers and carries more temporal information. These differences may be related to what we call qualia.

We can be certain that however consciousness is defined, memory and prediction play crucial roles in creating it.

Related to consciousness are the notions of mind and soul. As a child I used to wonder what it would have been like if “I” had been born in another child’s body in another country, as if “I” was somehow independent of my body. These feelings of a mind independent of physicalness are common and a natural consequence of how the neocortex works. Your cortex creates a model of the world in its hierarchical memory. Thoughts are what occur when this model runs on its own; memory recall leads to predictions, which act like sensory inputs, which lead to new memory recall, and so on. Our most contemplative thoughts are not driven by or even connected to the real world; they are purely a creation of our model. We close our eyes and seek quiet so that our thinking will not be interrupted by sensory input. Of course our model was originally created by exposure to the real world through our senses, but when we plan and think about the world, we do so via the cortical model, not the world itself.

To the cortex, our bodies are just part of the external world. Remember, the brain is in a quiet and dark box. It knows about the world only via the patterns on the sensory nerve fibers. From the brain’s perspective as a pattern device, it doesn’t know about your body any differently than it knows about the rest of the world. There isn’t a special distinction between where the body ends and the rest of the world begins. But the cortex has no ability to model the brain itself because there are no senses in the brain. Thus we can see why our thoughts appear independent of our bodies, why it feels like we have an independent mind or soul. The cortex builds a model of your body but it can’t build a model of the brain itself. Your thoughts, which are located in the brain, are physically separate from the body and the rest of the world. Mind is independent of body, but not of brain.

We can clearly see this differentiation through trauma and disease. If someone loses a limb, his brain’s model of the limb may nevertheless remain intact, resulting in a so-called phantom limb, which he can still feel attached to his body. On the flip side, if he suffers cortical trauma he may lose his model of the arm even though he retains the arm itself. In this case he may suffer what’s known as alien limb syndrome and have the uncomfortable, perhaps intolerable, feeling that the arm is not his own and is being controlled by someone else. Some even insist that the limb should be amputated! If our brain stays intact while the rest of our body becomes ill, we have the feeling of a healthy mind trapped in a dying body, although what we really have is a healthy brain trapped in a dying body. It is natural to imagine that our mind will continue after the death of our body, but when the brain dies so does the mind. The truth of this is evident if our brains fail before our bodies. People with Alzheimer’s disease or with serious brain damage lose their minds even if their bodies stay healthy.

What is Imagination?

Conceptually, imagination is rather simple. Patterns flow into each cortical area either from your senses or from lower areas of the memory hierarchy. Each cortical area creates predictions, which are sent back down the hierarchy. To imagine something, you merely let your predictions turn around and become inputs. Without physically doing anything, you can follow the consequences of your predictions. “If this happens, then this will happen, then this will happen,” and so on. We do this when preparing for a business meeting, playing a game of chess, preparing for a sports event, or doing a thousand other things.

In chess you imagine moving your knight to a certain position and then visualize what the board will look like after the move. With this image in mind, you predict what your opponent will do and what the board will look like following that move. Then you predict what you will do, and so on. You walk through the imagined steps and their consequences. Ultimately you decide, based on this imagined sequence of events, whether the initial move was a good one or not. Certain athletes, such as downhill skiers, can improve their performance if they mentally rehearse the racecourse over and over in their head. By closing their eyes and imagining each and every turn, every obstacle, and even being on the winning stand, they increase their chances of success. Imagining is just another word for planning. This is where the predictive ability of our cortex pays off. It permits us to know what the consequences of our actions will be before we do them.

Imagining requires a neural mechanism for turning a prediction into an input. In chapter 6 I proposed that cells in layer 6 are where precise prediction occurs. Cells in this layer project down to lower levels of the hierarchy, but they also project back up to the input cells in layer 4. Thus a region’s outputs can become its own inputs. As I mentioned earlier, longtime cortical modeler Stephen Grossberg calls this circuit for imagination “folded feedback.” If you close your eyes and imagine a hippopotamus, the visual area of your cortex will become active, just as it would if you actually were looking at a hippo. You see what you imagine.
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