[Pop-Philosphy] Work
Posted: 26 Oct 2010, 02:05
WARNING, THIS IS SO LONG I DIDN'T BOTHER TO READ IT OVER BEFORE POSTING IT
I recently engaged in a mostly one-sided discussion with a friend on some very fundamental questions that I feel we face as a race. The subject was brought about by my deduction that despite the fact that my friend seems to be deriving some sense of "self-worth" from working 60 hour weeks he does not seem to be happy. This lead to an interesting angle of thought that I feel it would be fun to have y'all tear to shreds.
One stands to reason, based on studies of our history and some assumption I can assume we can make, that cavemen had unpleasant lives if you compare them to our modern society.
There are two approaches that I can readily conceive to deal with this presumption.
First, No one was happy in the caveman days, people are happier now than we ever were then. The problem we would see with this is that there are a number of very depressed people around who cannot be explained away by traumatic experiences or faulty brain chemistry.
Second, as life has become easier we have become less happy because we derive less meaning from our lives... this would imply that people living in abject poverty are happier then me... and that rather then helping the poor we should take vows of poverty ourselves and live like the Mennonites/Hutterites/Amish.
The third, and less obvious possibility I see is that, while people can draw meaning and self-worth from accomplishment, it is not inextricably linked to happiness. This is evident in the fact that if you give a person the right kind of drugs his brain will trick him into thinking that he's happy and by the observed result that people tend to be happy when spending time doing things they enjoy while they tend to be unhappy spending time doing things they do not enjoy.
Regardless of your conclusion on the matter the whole point of my post has yet to be made. Namely, why the heck are we still working?
One can safely assume that, for all intents and purposes, cavemen worked an awful lot, when we were living from kill/gather to mouth I would assume you could say everyone was "On Call" 24/7.
Since that time, thanks to things like society (I don't need to defend myself 24/7 because someone else protects me when I'm sleeping) and technology (moving goods takes minutes or days instead of weeks and months or computers eliminating the need for people to know how to use slide-rules or abacuses) and economy (currency allows production of resources by those who can do so most efficiently and trade allows these goods to make their way to those who need them) among other advances, one would assume that the amount of work that people need to do should have been dramatically reduced.
Now, it's true that I don't know anyone who works more than 16 hours a day, and the system is skewed by the existence of people who ÔÇ£donÔÇÖt workÔÇØ because they are too rich to, and those who ÔÇ£donÔÇÖt workÔÇØ for reasons like being unable for reasons physical or mental or simply unemployed. Also, one must take into account ÔÇ£workÔÇØ like raising oneÔÇÖs children for which there is really no way to reduce.
All that said, it seems to me that we are all doing a lot more work than we should reasonably expect based on the level of advancement our species has reached. On a case by case basis I concede that I work because I need money to feed my family but there seems to me to be some fundamental flaw in the way our society has organized itself for this to be a necessity.
All that said, letÔÇÖs imagine a world where work in not necessary for any practical purpose. Robots do all the manual labour, computers have replaced accountants and lawyers and (through some miracle) we all trust these computers and robots to act in our best interest and in fact they are doing so. Even creative effort has been made more efficient as the minds of creative people can communicate perfectly their ideas in a way that can be enjoyed by everyone with no more than a couple hours of imagining.
Okay, now, in this ÔÇ£UtopiaÔÇØ there would be no reason for people to ÔÇ£workÔÇØ at something they did not want to ÔÇ£workÔÇØ at. Now, granted, there are those who would suggest that human nature would cause many people to become lazy and complacent in these situations, but as mentioned earlier, this doesnÔÇÖt matter because people donÔÇÖt need to actually work. Now aside from the small chance that people will have children and then let them be raised by robots which we can discount if we assume that AI is goof enough that it would be an effective substitute to real parenting, we have a world without work.
The question is, would anyone be able to be happy (without the assistance of self-delusion about the self-worth they derive from unnecessary labour like farming without the help of robots and without the help of mind altering drugs)?
My view is that we would be capable of being happy, and as such there follows that there must be some way for us to improve the system such that I donÔÇÖt have to spend 8 hours a day waiting for phone to ring without my family ending up on the street starving and cold or for that matter lacking a nice television and video game system and good pizza for dinner a few nights a week.
I recently engaged in a mostly one-sided discussion with a friend on some very fundamental questions that I feel we face as a race. The subject was brought about by my deduction that despite the fact that my friend seems to be deriving some sense of "self-worth" from working 60 hour weeks he does not seem to be happy. This lead to an interesting angle of thought that I feel it would be fun to have y'all tear to shreds.
One stands to reason, based on studies of our history and some assumption I can assume we can make, that cavemen had unpleasant lives if you compare them to our modern society.
There are two approaches that I can readily conceive to deal with this presumption.
First, No one was happy in the caveman days, people are happier now than we ever were then. The problem we would see with this is that there are a number of very depressed people around who cannot be explained away by traumatic experiences or faulty brain chemistry.
Second, as life has become easier we have become less happy because we derive less meaning from our lives... this would imply that people living in abject poverty are happier then me... and that rather then helping the poor we should take vows of poverty ourselves and live like the Mennonites/Hutterites/Amish.
The third, and less obvious possibility I see is that, while people can draw meaning and self-worth from accomplishment, it is not inextricably linked to happiness. This is evident in the fact that if you give a person the right kind of drugs his brain will trick him into thinking that he's happy and by the observed result that people tend to be happy when spending time doing things they enjoy while they tend to be unhappy spending time doing things they do not enjoy.
Regardless of your conclusion on the matter the whole point of my post has yet to be made. Namely, why the heck are we still working?
One can safely assume that, for all intents and purposes, cavemen worked an awful lot, when we were living from kill/gather to mouth I would assume you could say everyone was "On Call" 24/7.
Since that time, thanks to things like society (I don't need to defend myself 24/7 because someone else protects me when I'm sleeping) and technology (moving goods takes minutes or days instead of weeks and months or computers eliminating the need for people to know how to use slide-rules or abacuses) and economy (currency allows production of resources by those who can do so most efficiently and trade allows these goods to make their way to those who need them) among other advances, one would assume that the amount of work that people need to do should have been dramatically reduced.
Now, it's true that I don't know anyone who works more than 16 hours a day, and the system is skewed by the existence of people who ÔÇ£donÔÇÖt workÔÇØ because they are too rich to, and those who ÔÇ£donÔÇÖt workÔÇØ for reasons like being unable for reasons physical or mental or simply unemployed. Also, one must take into account ÔÇ£workÔÇØ like raising oneÔÇÖs children for which there is really no way to reduce.
All that said, it seems to me that we are all doing a lot more work than we should reasonably expect based on the level of advancement our species has reached. On a case by case basis I concede that I work because I need money to feed my family but there seems to me to be some fundamental flaw in the way our society has organized itself for this to be a necessity.
All that said, letÔÇÖs imagine a world where work in not necessary for any practical purpose. Robots do all the manual labour, computers have replaced accountants and lawyers and (through some miracle) we all trust these computers and robots to act in our best interest and in fact they are doing so. Even creative effort has been made more efficient as the minds of creative people can communicate perfectly their ideas in a way that can be enjoyed by everyone with no more than a couple hours of imagining.
Okay, now, in this ÔÇ£UtopiaÔÇØ there would be no reason for people to ÔÇ£workÔÇØ at something they did not want to ÔÇ£workÔÇØ at. Now, granted, there are those who would suggest that human nature would cause many people to become lazy and complacent in these situations, but as mentioned earlier, this doesnÔÇÖt matter because people donÔÇÖt need to actually work. Now aside from the small chance that people will have children and then let them be raised by robots which we can discount if we assume that AI is goof enough that it would be an effective substitute to real parenting, we have a world without work.
The question is, would anyone be able to be happy (without the assistance of self-delusion about the self-worth they derive from unnecessary labour like farming without the help of robots and without the help of mind altering drugs)?
My view is that we would be capable of being happy, and as such there follows that there must be some way for us to improve the system such that I donÔÇÖt have to spend 8 hours a day waiting for phone to ring without my family ending up on the street starving and cold or for that matter lacking a nice television and video game system and good pizza for dinner a few nights a week.

