What I had in mind was replacing rituals involving the fear of being hurt with rituals involving the fear of being mistaken. So in a more direct analogy, kids would go around with signs saying “you have devoted your whole existence to a lie”, and threaten (emptily) to go into details unless they were given candy.
You could probably get sufficiently-twisted kids to do this on the usual Halloween. Dress them up as professors of philosophy or something; it’d be far scarier than zombie costumes. (This would actually be fantastic.)
Alternately, dress up as a “philosopher” (Large fake beard and pipe, maybe?), set up something like a fake retiring room on your front porch, tell small children that their daily lives are based on subtly but critically broken premises, and give them candy. (Don’t actually do this, unless your neighbors love or hate you unconditionally. Or you’re moving away soon.)
You could probably get sufficiently-twisted kids to do this on the usual Halloween. Dress them up as professors of philosophy or something; it’d be far scarier than zombie costumes. (This would actually be fantastic.)
Alternately, dress up as a zombie philosopher and shamble around moaning “quaaaalia” instead of “braaaains”.
Last Halloween i dressed as a P-zombie. I explained to anybody who would listen that i had the same physical composition as a conscious human being, but was not in fact conscious. I’m not sure that any of them were convinced that i really was in costume.
For this to be really convincing and spoooky, you could stay in character:
Halloween party attendant: Hi radical_negative_one, what are you dressed as? confederate: radical_negative_one is a p-zombie, who acts just like a real person but is not actually conscious! radical_negative_one: That’s not true, I am conscious! I have qualia and an inner life and everything!
radical_negative_one: (To confederate:) No, you’re the p-zombie, not me! (To Halloween party attendant:) They’re getting everywhere, you know. They look and act just like you and me, physically you can’t tell, but they have no soul! They’re just dead things!! They sound like us, but nothing they say means anything, it’s just noises coming out of a machine!!! Your best friend could be a p-zombie!!!! All your friends could be p-zombies!!!!!
confederate It’s all true! And he’s one of them! Say, how do I know you’re not a zombie?
Oh, great. Now I have half a mind to go out this Halloween for the first time since junior high school dressed as a philosophy professor to scare middle aged housewives with rationalist arguments.
And I would carry out my threat of giving details as to how they have devoted their whole existences to a lie. I do that a lot, actually, just not in a costume and generally not by coming up to stranger’s houses for candy.
kids would go around with signs saying “you have devoted your whole existence to a lie”, and threaten (emptily) to go into details unless they were given candy.
But that’s the fear of learning that one is mistaken, not the fear of being mistaken...
“You always thought I wasn’t the kind of person who would TP your house on Halloween, but if you don’t give me candy I’ll make you have been wrong all along!”
I can easily imagine a sci-fi horror story in which someone is powerful enough to do that. You’d have to demonstrate it first, of course, and the story would have to take some time to carefully explore what changes when someone is made to have been wrong, but it seems plausibly doable.
What I had in mind was replacing rituals involving the fear of being hurt with rituals involving the fear of being mistaken. So in a more direct analogy, kids would go around with signs saying “you have devoted your whole existence to a lie”, and threaten (emptily) to go into details unless they were given candy.
Upvoted for making me laugh until it hurt.
You could probably get sufficiently-twisted kids to do this on the usual Halloween. Dress them up as professors of philosophy or something; it’d be far scarier than zombie costumes. (This would actually be fantastic.)
Alternately, dress up as a “philosopher” (Large fake beard and pipe, maybe?), set up something like a fake retiring room on your front porch, tell small children that their daily lives are based on subtly but critically broken premises, and give them candy. (Don’t actually do this, unless your neighbors love or hate you unconditionally. Or you’re moving away soon.)
Alternately, dress up as a zombie philosopher and shamble around moaning “quaaaalia” instead of “braaaains”.
Last Halloween i dressed as a P-zombie. I explained to anybody who would listen that i had the same physical composition as a conscious human being, but was not in fact conscious. I’m not sure that any of them were convinced that i really was in costume.
For this to be really convincing and spoooky, you could stay in character:
Halloween party attendant: Hi radical_negative_one, what are you dressed as?
confederate: radical_negative_one is a p-zombie, who acts just like a real person but is not actually conscious!
radical_negative_one: That’s not true, I am conscious! I have qualia and an inner life and everything!
radical_negative_one: (To confederate:) No, you’re the p-zombie, not me! (To Halloween party attendant:) They’re getting everywhere, you know. They look and act just like you and me, physically you can’t tell, but they have no soul! They’re just dead things!! They sound like us, but nothing they say means anything, it’s just noises coming out of a machine!!! Your best friend could be a p-zombie!!!! All your friends could be p-zombies!!!!!
confederate It’s all true! And he’s one of them! Say, how do I know you’re not a zombie?
confederate: No, radical_negative_one. You are the demons
And then radical_negative_one was a zombie.
And tweed jacket with leather patches on the elbows, don’t forget.
Ah, yes. That would satisfy nicely.
Oh, great. Now I have half a mind to go out this Halloween for the first time since junior high school dressed as a philosophy professor to scare middle aged housewives with rationalist arguments.
And I would carry out my threat of giving details as to how they have devoted their whole existences to a lie. I do that a lot, actually, just not in a costume and generally not by coming up to stranger’s houses for candy.
But that’s the fear of learning that one is mistaken, not the fear of being mistaken...
You’re right, of course. I don’t think a fully direct analogy is possible here. You can’t really threaten to make someone have been wrong.
“You always thought I wasn’t the kind of person who would TP your house on Halloween, but if you don’t give me candy I’ll make you have been wrong all along!”
“Hah, got you—I actually thought all along that you were the kind of person who would TP my house if and only if denied candy on Errorwe’en!”
“Okay, and given your beliefs, are you gonna give me candy?”
″...Have a Snickers.”
I can easily imagine a sci-fi horror story in which someone is powerful enough to do that. You’d have to demonstrate it first, of course, and the story would have to take some time to carefully explore what changes when someone is made to have been wrong, but it seems plausibly doable.
Emptily? Just how sure of that are you?
(I like skittles.)
Yes! Give me a Three Musketeers bar or I shall prove that you have devoted your entire existence to a lie using only logic and rhetoric.