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Aim for the Stars

To Mare Tranquillitatis:

Hello there, me.

Lately I have been making some big decisions. The simplest way to put it: I am thinking about whether to go abroad for graduate school.

The more complicated way to put it: I am thinking about what kind of life I want, what kind of work I want to pour myself into. And toward that end, where do I need to arrive a few years from now, and what experiences and what record do I need to gather as the version of me I am today, the ticket that gets me into the next stage.

For some reason, the university I attend has this strange power. It generates an enormous pressure out of nowhere and pushes you into being busy. Busyness is a complicated thing too. People who feel they are busy for the sake of their own bright future might look down with a little contempt at the ones being shoved into busyness by their surroundings, thinking they lack any independent thought, that they are just grinding away blindly. But in truth, maybe there is no real hierarchy of meaning here at all, and no clean line between acting on your own and being acted upon. Look down from on high and everyone is a churning crowd, grinding back and forth, burning themselves up for ends that are faint and pointless. Look with sympathy and everyone is so tired, everyone is trying so hard, everyone has a dream.

Today I listened to two things and felt moved to write this. One was an episode from the podcast 余生皆假期 called "Drop the Elite Narrative, Take Part in Life Through the Small Everyday Things," and the other was from 机核: "The Man Who Led Humanity into the Space Age Was a Deaf Person Who Spent His Whole Life in a Small Town" (a side story in their series on Soviet aesthetics). At the end of this letter I have attached the full text of Liu Cixin's 2018 speech for the Clarke Award for Imagination in Service to Society. It rewards rereading.

I have an essay of my own that I have always wanted to post but never quite finished. Its title is The Upside-Down Pyramid.

In his book A Perfect Vacuum, Stanisław Lem mentions a trick for finishing an essay you cannot finish: pretend it has already been written, then describe it through reviews or quotations of it. That way the main text appears as a sketched-out void, an outline of an absence. It suddenly reminded me of SCP-2747, which shares this brilliant conceit with A Perfect Vacuum. It is a clever, wonderful piece, and one of my favorites.

cosmology → worldview → philosophy of life → || → career planning → academic planning → whether to grind for grades, and so on

Rather than the other way around:

whether to grind for grades, and so on → academic planning → career planning → || → philosophy of life → worldview → cosmology

Why deliberately put two vertical bars right before philosophy of life? Because that is where a thick wall of cognition sits.

A philosophy of life is about caring for yourself. It is ethics, and the core question of ethics is "what is the good life?" Very few people can answer that with any decisiveness, yet every single minute we live is an answer to it, because your life itself is your answer to how you understand life. Your passion for living, your longing, your understanding, all of it decides what you are doing right now and where you will arrive later. Any decision that does not grow from a philosophy of life is a tree without roots, a blind chase after worldly value with no thought for your own value. When that external "life value" cannot line up with the philosophy of life you carry inside you, your life is bound not to be your good life, and every bit of effort, honor, and capital you have piled up will crumble the moment the two collide.

A worldview is about caring for society, for the community you live in. What do you think this world is like? What are the problems in it right now? Who is suffering, who is being irresponsible, what is good for society, and what does it harm? You say you have a philosophy of life. Then where does that philosophy come from, where does your small personal sense of meaning and value come from? Maybe it is only an echo of what everyone else says, and it rarely flows out of a worldview. Without a world, where would you live? In the end you are part of society, and whatever scale you measure by, family, friends, city, country, the whole globe, the source of your work, the destination of your effort, the wellspring of your value, all of it is "the world." The things you long for and the things you fear losing, whether love, money, possessions, recognition, rights, or honor, all come from the imagination of a community and the acknowledgment of others.

A cosmology is about caring for humanity, for the fate and the direction of the whole community. From something as small as a single family to something as large as all of human society, on the scale of a worldview you can naturally treat it as a thing that runs on its own. You try to understand the rules it runs by, you adapt and take part, you become a moral and decent citizen. But on the scale of a cosmology, what you have to think about is the deeper first principles and the future fate of the community. Is humanity headed for the sea of stars or for the metaverse? How do we keep human society from being destroyed, whether by natural disaster or by contradictions born inside ourselves? How do we pursue sustainable development that actually works? The UN's Sustainable Development Goals, carbon neutrality and peak carbon, environmentalism, racial and gender equality, none of this is just so-called "bleeding-heart virtue signaling." These are real, concrete concerns, and being politically correct is, first of all, about being correct. Go deeper still and you run into the existentialist absence of a founding principle, into the line from Laozi and Zhuangzi that "heaven and earth are not benevolent." Philosophy is the ground color of any cosmology. The exact border between cosmology and worldview is not clear, but a worldview is finite, while a cosmology reaches out in thought toward a distant infinity and the bedrock of the mind, recursing without end into the deepest and most abstract places.

In one sentence:

A cosmology comes from somewhere infinite. The cosmology decides the worldview, the worldview decides the philosophy of life, and the philosophy of life goes screaming all the way down to decide what time you get up tomorrow.

Keep your pyramid right side up. Do not let it stand on its point.

As for what your actual thoughts and understandings are at the level of philosophy of life, worldview, and cosmology, that matters less than you would think. What matters is that you have done some real reflecting, that you have dug down toward the deepest part of yourself.

You will find that thinking this way actually keeps you from sinking into endless self-consumption. Once your philosophy of life is clear, a lot of things you used to think were so important turn meaningless, and you can pour your time and energy into what is genuinely worth doing. And a cosmology and a worldview can open up new vistas for you, letting you see how many possibilities there are to explore beyond your own narrow little life, how many different and remarkable lives, how many vast and awe-inspiring things waiting for you to witness them.

So, with all that said: aim for the stars.

Yours sincerely, Mare Tranquillitatis

Appendix 1: Liu Cixin's 2018 Clarke Award for Imagination in Service to Society speech (full text)

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.

I am very honored to receive the Clarke Award for Imagination in Service to Society.

This award honors imagination, and imagination is a capacity human beings hold that seems as though it should belong only to the gods. Its significance reaches far beyond what we can imagine. Some historians have said that the main reason humanity was able to rise above the other species on Earth and build civilization is that we can create, inside our own minds, things that do not exist in reality. In the future, when artificial intelligence holds intelligence greater than ours, imagination may be the one advantage we still have over it.

Science fiction is a literature built on imagination, and the work that first left a deep impression on me was Arthur C. Clarke's. Apart from Jules Verne and H. G. Wells, Clarke's work was among the earliest modern Western science fiction to reach China. In the early 1980s, China published his 2001: A Space Odyssey and Rendezvous with Rama. The Cultural Revolution had just ended, the old life and the old beliefs had collapsed, and the new ones had not yet been built. Like other young people, I felt lost. These two books activated my imagination for the first time. My mind opened up enormously, like a small stream flowing into the sea.

The night I finished 2001: A Space Odyssey, I walked out of my house and looked up at the sky. China's sky was not yet badly polluted then, and you could see the Milky Way. In my eyes the starry sky had become something completely different from before. For the first time I felt a sense of awe at the vastness and mystery of the universe, a feeling almost religious. And Rendezvous with Rama, which I read afterward, made me marvel at how imagination could build an imagined world so vivid it felt alive. It was exactly these feelings, the ones Clarke gave me, that later made me a science fiction writer.

Now, more than thirty years have passed, and I have gradually come to feel that those of us who were born in China in the 1960s may be the luckiest people in human history. No generation before us ever watched the world around them change so enormously. The world we live in now is already a completely different world from the one we knew as children, and that change is still speeding up. China is a country full of the feeling of the future. Its future may be full of challenge and crisis, but it has never been as compelling as it is now, and that gives science fiction fertile soil and an unprecedented level of attention here. To be a science fiction writer born in China in the 1960s is luck within luck.

When I first started writing science fiction, my goal was to escape an ordinary life, to use imagination to touch the marvelous times and places I could never actually reach. But later I found that the world around me was becoming more and more like science fiction, and that process was accelerating fast. The future arrives like a downpour in high summer, hitting us in the face before we can even open an umbrella. At the same time I discovered, to my dismay, that when science fiction turns real, no one finds it marvelous. It quickly becomes just another part of daily life. So all I can do is push my imagination into ever more distant times and spaces to find the marvel of science fiction. Science fiction will keep turning into ordinary life faster and faster, and as a science fiction writer, I think our duty is to write these things down before they turn ordinary.

But in another respect, the world has been moving in the direction opposite to Clarke's predictions. In 2001: A Space Odyssey, by the year 2001, which is now behind us, humanity had built magnificent cities in space, permanent colonies on the Moon, and huge nuclear-powered ships had voyaged out to Saturn. In the real 2018, no one returns to the Moon, and the farthest humanity travels in space is about the distance a high-speed train covers passing through my city in two hours. Meanwhile information technology has advanced at a speed beyond imagination. The network covers the whole world, and inside the ever more comfortable nest that IT has built, people have slowly lost interest in space. Compared with real space exploration, full of hardship and danger, they would rather experience virtual space in VR. As one saying goes: "You promised me the sea of stars, and all you gave me was Facebook."

This reality is reflected in science fiction too. Clarke's gorgeous visions of space have slowly receded. People have pulled their gaze back from the stars, and today's science fiction imagines more about human life inside a networked utopia or dystopia, and pays more attention to the problems we run into in the real world. The imagination of science fiction has gone from Clarke's breadth and depth to the narrowness and inwardness of cyberpunk.

As a science fiction writer, I have always tried to carry on Clarke's imagination. I believe the boundless reaches of space are still the best direction and the truest home for human imagination. I keep writing about the grandeur and mystery of the cosmos, about interstellar exploration, about life and civilization in distant worlds, even though among today's science fiction writers this can look a little naive, even a little out of step with the times. As Clarke's epitaph reads: "He never grew up, but he never stopped growing."

Contrary to a common misunderstanding, science fiction is not predicting the future. It only lays out the various possibilities of the future, like a heap of imagination's pebbles set out for people to admire and turn over in their hands. Which one of these countless possible futures will become real, science fiction cannot tell us. That is not its job, and it is beyond its power.

But one thing is certain: over a long span of time, among all these countless possible futures, no matter how prosperous the Earth becomes, every future without space travel is a dim one.

I look forward to a day when, like the science fiction that once wrote about the information age, the science fiction that writes about space travel will also become ordinary. By then Mars and the asteroid belt will be dull places where countless people make a living, and Jupiter and its many moons will be tourist destinations, the only thing keeping people away being the steep price.

But even then, the universe will still be an existence too large to imagine, and the star nearest to us will still be out of reach. The vast starry sky can carry our endless imagination forever.

Thank you, everyone.

Reflections from teacher 42

Setting aside the joke that so many people seem to fixate on, "you promised me the sea of stars, and all you gave me was Facebook," the speech itself is also an answer to all the arguments about science fiction in our information-age society, including both the excessive dismissal of science fiction and its excessive deification.

As a lover of cyberpunk science fiction, what I most want to point out is Liu Cixin's phrase, "the narrowness and inwardness of cyberpunk." In an age when the very concept of cyberpunk has been thoroughly overused and cheapened, this is a precious and necessary criticism. When thought turns closed and singular, which is the opposite of the spirit of science fiction, science fiction bursts out with a fierce rebellious energy. That is the inner reason cyberpunk was born, the source of its charm, and at the same time the warning its success leaves us. Just as cyberpunk so completely rebelled against the optimism and grandeur of the Golden Age, when even in our fantasies we sink hopelessly into human despair and pessimism, science fiction alone will spread its wings again and soar high into the open sky. That is the inner impulse that makes science fiction what it is.

If you cannot see the boundary, go find the boundary. Once you find it, cross it. This is the work of human imagination, the work of humanity, the work of civilization.

May the glory endure.

(Source: Gcores - a side story in the Soviet aesthetics series)