I used to, as a child. I did accept a lawful universe, but I thought my perception of free will was in tension with that, so that perception must be “an illusion”.
My mother kept trying to explain to me that there was no tension between these things, because it was correct that my mind made its own decisions rather than some outside force. I didn’t understand what she was saying though. I thought she was just redefining ‘free will’ from a claim that human brains effectively had a magical ability to spontaneously ignore the laws of physics to a boring tautological claim that human decisions are made by humans rather than something else.
I changed my mind on this as a teenager. I don’t quite remember how, it might have been the sequences or HPMOR again. I realised that my imagination had still been partially conceptualising the “laws of physics” as some sort of outside force, a set of strings pulling my atoms around, rather than as a predictive description of me and the universe. Saying “the laws of physics make my decisions, not me” made about as much sense as saying “my fingers didn’t move, my hand did.” That was what my mother had been trying to tell me.
I used to, as a child. I did accept a lawful universe, but I thought my perception of free will was in tension with that, so that perception must be “an illusion”.
My mother kept trying to explain to me that there was no tension between these things, because it was correct that my mind made its own decisions rather than some outside force. I didn’t understand what she was saying though. I thought she was just redefining ‘free will’ from a claim that human brains effectively had a magical ability to spontaneously ignore the laws of physics to a boring tautological claim that human decisions are made by humans rather than something else.
I changed my mind on this as a teenager. I don’t quite remember how, it might have been the sequences or HPMOR again. I realised that my imagination had still been partially conceptualising the “laws of physics” as some sort of outside force, a set of strings pulling my atoms around, rather than as a predictive description of me and the universe. Saying “the laws of physics make my decisions, not me” made about as much sense as saying “my fingers didn’t move, my hand did.” That was what my mother had been trying to tell me.