I still think pretty regularly on “green-according-to-blue”. It’s become my concept handle to explain-away the appeal of the common mistake (‘naive green’?), and simultaneously warn against dismissing green on the basis of a straw man.
I read Otherness & Control as they were published, and this was something like the core tension to me:
Florishing. Elua. First, to thine own self be true. The utility function is not up for grabs. We need not understand CEV; nor may we desist from pursing it. (I can’t point to this in more than poetry, but this is The Thing.)
Centrally, this is Black, and instrumentally Blue-Black. Yin, sure, but because of green-according-to-blue—a warning against the classic mistakes of the think-only-of-cutting school. (the virtues of white and red seem less neglected, less dismissed, here)
But… nor may we desist from pursuing it. A niggling feeling that (maybe) I’m missing something; that “nevertheless, green-qua-green” is a tension worth sitting with, if you can avoid making the usual mistakes.
Musing on attunement has, I think, untangled some subtle confusions. I haven’t exactly changed my mind, but I do think I’m a little wiser than I would have been otherwise.
I still think pretty regularly on “green-according-to-blue”. It’s become my concept handle to explain-away the appeal of the common mistake (‘naive green’?), and simultaneously warn against dismissing green on the basis of a straw man.
I read Otherness & Control as they were published, and this was something like the core tension to me:
Florishing. Elua. First, to thine own self be true. The utility function is not up for grabs. We need not understand CEV; nor may we desist from pursing it. (I can’t point to this in more than poetry, but this is The Thing.)
Centrally, this is Black, and instrumentally Blue-Black. Yin, sure, but because of green-according-to-blue—a warning against the classic mistakes of the think-only-of-cutting school. (the virtues of white and red seem less neglected, less dismissed, here)
But… nor may we desist from pursuing it. A niggling feeling that (maybe) I’m missing something; that “nevertheless, green-qua-green” is a tension worth sitting with, if you can avoid making the usual mistakes.
Musing on attunement has, I think, untangled some subtle confusions. I haven’t exactly changed my mind, but I do think I’m a little wiser than I would have been otherwise.