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Kenny Easwaran's avatar

I think I’ve had a different path to relativism than the ones you mention. My relativism doesn’t need anyone to “say” what’s right and wrong, or a conception of “law”, or even rest on people’s “approval” of things. My relativism just falls out of boring old utilitarianism.

In your drawing of Frenchie and Lily Belle, you left out something important for the utilitarian. What’s wrong is not the bare fact that someone’s hands were in some place - it’s that some of the people involved *wanted* the hands *not* to be in that place. I think that what makes things right or wrong is whether or not they promote the interests of the people that are affected. But then there’s the problem of interpersonal utility comparisons. Even if everyone has their own utility scale, there doesn’t seem to be a fact of how units on one scale translate to units on the other scale. And *that’s* where the relativism comes in.

Every way of trading off utility increments on different people’s scales (where everyone’s scale gets positive weight) is a stance. Being right or wrong depends on whether the net result on the stance is positive or negative. There is nothing that makes one stance the objectively correct way to trade off the interests of the infinitely many beings in the universe that have interests.

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I enjoyed the discussion about stance-dependence and independence but, while I’m sure you haven’t mistaken the definition of relativism, I just don’t think most “relativists” ascribe to that definition (they are averse to that sort of thing). I think people, most of them not glue-guzzlers, attempt when they are about five, when they first begin to think questions about other minds are trivial and hardly worth asking (false belief video), to define the world outside themselves by guessing, as it were, the crayons of good and bad in every box. Lots of things are simple. Behind the doors of one action, a world blood-red. Behind the garden gates, the verdant greens. Somewhere in the bottom drawer of a cubicle you have to search from 9 to 5, the musty green of paper money.

Lots of things in life have vibrant color, so we can see them clearly, not to say we always treat them rightly. These are the sorts of things moral theories start from. Perfect little tea parties.

People tend to grow out of that mode when they go through experiences so complex they just don’t know, standing there in the midst of it, neither by prediction or by hindsight, what to ascribe to that situation. Most of these situations are so resoundingly gray at every scale that the idea of moral color doesn’t even seem relevant. Crayons and candles are both wax. They make shit versions of each other, but one can imagine the other. Something you’ve said before describes the way people escape that moral paralysis is usually by innate reaction, acting say toward a drowning or injured person by rendering care immediately, rather than calculating the moral payout, probably taking on the character of their environment and personal experience more than any objective approach.

I think most relativists, though now I’m just speaking about people who might end a long vent with a friend with “well, you know, its all relative”, who as you say, have moral anxieties and “want to be agreeable and chill”, don’t really think about things in terms of stance-dependence but rather as an “I don’t know, who am I to say?” That stance is much closer to the distant meta theory they suggest. Although, you’re absolutely right that, wielded as a theory they want others to adopt, becomes normative, and when communicated, takes on this surface of stance-dependence as a way to coordinate its followers.

The different things in minds and cultures are not so different from crayons and candles. They make shit versions of each other, but one can imagine— it’s all wax. So people learn to let the one with the fairy wings wave the wand, and the one with the top hat go mad. And when they’re older they let those with structure pretend there’s some hidden objective order. And when they are older they see that, actually, yes, there is some value in that, and maybe morality isn’t much like money, where one can print out pleasure and punish all pain and by the log of all the frolic and flogging measure out just how right something is. That maybe life is a bit bigger than what we can understand, and that is exactly what makes it priceless.

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