After I was 5, not lengthy after the evening I sat on my father’s shoulders among the many hundreds of individuals on the yellow brick plaza in entrance of the Bulgarian Parliament singing protest songs to take down the Communist dictatorship, my dad and mom bought us a hamster. I’d say bought me a hamster, however they had been nonetheless of their twenties and delighted in him simply as a lot — a good-looking caramel fellow with a assured curiosity about his tiny world.

Resentful that I needed to reply to a reputation I had not chosen, I refused to perpetrate the identical injustice on the hamster. So he turned The Hamster.

The way in which I keep in mind it, sooner or later the nameless hamster vanished. After conducting an Interpol-level search round our small sublet, we checked out one another bewildered, then turned in unison to the one unexamined space — the open pc my father was assembling from elements in a nook of the lounge. And there was The Hamster, tucked behind the motherboard, useless. (I’d later be taught that rodents hunt down comfortable heat locations to die in.) I wanted that we may disassemble him and put him again collectively in working order. However though I had no notion of consciousness, I intuitively understood {that a} creature was essentially totally different from a pc — that though the pc may do math and The Hamster couldn’t, The Hamster had an expertise of hamsterness for which the pc had no analogue; that though each had been now inanimate, The Hamster had been and had ceased to be in a manner the tenseless pc by no means would — one a system of feeling in time, the opposite untouched by time and devoid of any inside felt expertise of being a system.

And but the higher metaphor for consciousness could have been sitting on the opposite facet of the lounge: my mom’s piano — atoms organized right into a sure configuration of matter that has reached a sure diploma of complexity to turn out to be a piano in order that humankind can ship Bach into the cosmos and a five-year-old can madden the neighbors with infinite renditions of the Moonlight Sonata. You possibly can run the method backwards: Take away an atom from the piano and it stays a piano; hold going lengthy sufficient, atom by atom, and it’ll finally stop being a piano — however no specific atom marks the boundary of its unbecoming.

That is the at the moment accepted emergence mannequin of consciousness — matter configured to such a level of complexity that it turns into able to experiencing itself.

However maybe our complete mannequin is damaged.

Maybe consciousness will not be the instrument assembled atom by atom to play the music of being.

Maybe it’s the music itself.

That chance — that consciousness will not be emergent however elementary, that it was all the time there within the universe even earlier than gravity compacted the primary atoms into the primary star — is what Annaka Harris reckons with in her excellent audio documentary Lights On.

Defying each the unsound mysticism and the unimaginative materialism into which most present views of consciousness fall, she invitations a brand new dimension of thought to this Flatland of views, tessellating concepts from cognitive science and quantum physics, string idea and meeting idea, mycorrhizal networks and AI. Drawing on 20 years of working with neuroscientists and greater than thirty hours of interviews with physicists, she picks up the place her 2021 ebook Acutely aware left off to discover how our beginning assumptions form the questions we ask, which in flip form the solutions we constellate into actuality: Now we have assumed that consciousness is advanced and emergent as a result of we’re acutely aware and our advanced brains took eons to evolve, however fairly than one thing arising as soon as non-conscious matter is configured in a selected manner, consciousness would possibly develop into an intrinsic property of matter that has existed for so long as the universe.

Defining consciousness as “simply the pure reality of felt expertise,” she displays within the introduction:

The thriller, as I see it, is why any assortment of matter within the universe — even mind processing — would really feel like something in any respect, why when a sure gentle wavelength enters the retina and is processed by the mind, an expertise of blue materializes. We don’t assume {that a} digital camera or a pc has an expertise of seeing blue, although additionally they course of lightwaves and may distinguish between blue an different wavelengths of sunshine… with out having a felt expertise.

The thriller she examines is why some programs of matter have a felt expertise of their inside processing — these incommunicables of what it’s prefer to be me and what it’s prefer to be you often called qualia, which cleave open the abyss between us. An epoch earlier than neuroscience, Emily Dickinson — who marveled at “how an atom fell and but the Heavens held… blue and stable” — grappled with the thriller of qualia:

How have I peace
Besides by subjugating
Consciousness?

And since We’re mutual Monarch
How this be
Besides by Abdication —
Me — of Me?

Maybe the toughest concession we’ve to make is that an abdication of the self is important for apprehending the elemental. The self, in spite of everything, is a piano composing expertise out of feeling and time — however with one being subjective and the opposite relative (presumably even emergent fairly than elementary, as half the physicists within the documentary consider time to be), a self is an instrument of interpretation whose readings are frequently warped by the interpretation of expertise that we name instinct, pocked with the “frequent pitfalls of frequent sense” Carl Sagan warned us in opposition to. All through the historical past of our species, our creaturely intuitions have repeatedly led us to overlook or misperceive complete areas of actuality. With an eye fixed to such counterintuitive and disorienting discoveries because the sphericity of the Earth and the germ foundation of illness — the bottom so flat beneath our toes found to be curved, organisms we can not understand found to be lethal — Annaka seems to be again on the vector of data to hint it ahead towards a brand new mannequin of actuality:

A lot of [the endeavor to understand consciousness] requires difficult a few of our most innate intuitions about expertise and what we name actuality. I’ve all the time been curious about pushing the boundaries of our intuitions, and that is in fact what science is basically about — science forces us to problem the way in which we sometimes view the world to take a brand new perspective, to look out on the universe with contemporary eyes. And each time we make a scientific breakthrough, each time we deepen our understanding considerably — particularly because it pertains to the basics of actuality — our intuitions get shaken up or shifted or molded into a completely new subject for the construction of actuality.

In a chapter of the documentary exploring the brand new science of plant intelligence, Annaka — a longtime meditator and meditation trainer — recollects going for a run up a steep nature path, coming into a sort of meditation the place “your physique can tackle the laborious work and your thoughts can simply observe the expertise.” From this pulsating middle of her personal felt expertise, she observes the locus of different consciousnesses and qualia round her:

As I climbed and turned corners, I seen the passing faces. It struck me… the straightforward and profound acknowledgement that everybody round me is having a full, wealthy, deep acutely aware expertise — distinctive, personal, and all-encompassing for every thoughts. With each passing individual, there exists an internal world as simple, textured, and layered as I do know mine to be. It’s unusual that this apparent reality appears to take effort to acknowledge and requires a reminder. After which I began to consider simply how a lot acutely aware exercise is surrounding us — there are such a lot of views of the universe — and a picture got here to thoughts: one thing like illuminated dots throughout a dim glow, like a picture of Earth from the House Station, after which one thing extra like a darkish meadow, turning into dense with fireflies, lighting their manner within the darkness, all of those beads of sunshine representing acutely aware experiences flickering out and in of existence.

She seems to be on the canine on the path and wonders concerning the qualia of creatures dwelling in an olfactory universe. She thinks concerning the unseen “rabbits and mice and ants and spiders,” every with a distinct umwelt. On the high of the hill, she contemplates the leaves of the bushes with their intricate photoreceptors and root hair cells conferring upon them their very own form of expertise of actuality.

And the glowing dots densen within the darkness of non-being, leaving her with “a visceral sense that the world is simply teeming with felt expertise.” (I’m reminded of the good Scottish mountaineer and poet Nan Shepherd describing her transcendent expertise of the mountain as “a glow within the consciousness.”)

These glints of expertise, Annaka argues throughout the sweep of the documentary, could also be all there may be.

If the self is a “managed hallucination,” within the phrases of 1 scientist she interviews, and even house is emergent fairly than elementary, as most physicists now agree, maybe Marie Howe captured the elemental fundament in her splendid poem “Singularity” — maybe there may be “No I, no We, nobody. No was… solely a tiny tiny dot brimming with is is is is is.”

, additionally obtainable as a stand-alone print.

If expertise is the final word substratum of actuality, then we want what Annaka calls “experiential science” to higher probe the character of the universe — scientific theories and instruments that may broaden the human unwelt to permit us to expertise “different programs and forces we don’t naturally understand.” (Think about seeing with the tetrachromacy of a hummingbird or navigating with the quantum magnetorception of a warbler.) We could then discover ourselves gaining new intuitions about different methods of being and maybe even discover methods of speaking with different programs. (Think about sensing the wants of a willow or understanding how a mushroom experiences sound.)

On the coronary heart of Lights On — a number of the best listening hours of a lifetime — is a revelation as easy and delightful as an equation. Annaka displays:

We’re not simply embedded in nature — we’re nature.

A century in the past, on the daybreak of relativity and quantum mechanics, Virginia Woolf arrived on the identical elemental fact through a distinct route — the backyard path alongside which she reckoned with the which means of life, parting “the cotton wool of every day life” to conclude:

Behind the cotton wool is hidden a sample… We — I imply all human beings — are related with this… The entire world is a murals… We’re elements of the murals. Hamlet or a Beethoven quartet is the reality about this huge mass that we name the world. However there isn’t a Shakespeare, there isn’t a Beethoven; actually and emphatically there isn’t a God; we’re the phrases; we’re the music; we’re the factor itself.