Defn: Consciousness: The state of being aware of oneself, one’s thoughts, sensations, and the environment, encompassing subjective experience and responsiveness to stimuli.
The above is a definition of the state of human consciousness. Do you find it satisfactory, or is it lacking in some respect?
Consciousness is a funny old thing. We know it exists, as we all have our own personal account. But how does it materialise from a mass of interconnected neural tissue secreted within a bone box conveniently positioned atop our spine? Consciousness has puzzled thinking folk for millennia. It is a notoriously difficult concept to grasp in any meaningful, objective way, as it is always experienced subjectively.
In May 2024, I wrote a piece on personal consciousness and outlined its conceptual peculiarity. Great thinkers have grappled with the difficult problem of how a mass of neural tissue in our heads produces the subjective experience we call consciousness. Is it possible that the sum of electrical activity coursing through our bonce somehow manufactures a consciousness that remains firmly within the wet mass of tissue? Or, could it be that once the clump of neural interconnectivity reaches a critical threshold, a 'switch' is thrown and first-person circumspection jolts into subjective existence and remains additional and separate from the physical brain? Poof, a type of reality is conjured that lies outside the brain's multiform activity. Could consciousness somehow be an intangible extra, an artifact of neural electrical transmission? The first theory is a favourite among scientists with a reductionist mindset. The second theory is beloved by philosophers who favour separating the physical brain from consciousness itself. However, they cannot deny that the brain is the source of the process, or can they? Theories of consciousness lie on a spectrum of thought/experimentation: on one end we have the empirical reductionists, hard-headed scientists and neurosurgeons, for the most part. At the other extreme are those who seriously consider that consciousness is primary, formative, and universal. Consciousness brings into existence what we call the Universe and all that resides within; heady stuff indeed. However, tis a concept and train of thought that should be kept from those of a feeble-minded disposition, lest it cause more confusion than enlightenment to an intellect already befuddled. The inevitable result compounds and congeals into a soggy mass of brain gloop, leaving the lone 'observer' prone to a mental condition known as Fuckedus Wittedus Extremus. Am I starting to show any bias toward the end of the spectrum of thought I think is plausible? Let's wait and see.
As is becoming clear (really?), consciousness is not so easily corralled. In the past, pontification on the subject was the preserve of the Gentleman Philosopher. Science somehow grew as the bastard offspring of philosophy sometime in the 17th century. It is perhaps conceivable that the birth was premature, as there were thinkers in the 16th century of supreme intellectual merit who applied the rigours of the scientific method, albeit haltingly. Anyway, we can conclude that the birth was overly long and messy, and the subsequent separation into two distinct and diverse disciplines was akin to child Science growing up with less and less contact with the parent discipline as young Science gained in maturity and intellectual confidence.
Blimey, I'm well into the post without a hint of anything pertaining to the title. A tad of introductory material was deemed necessary to set the scene before delving into evolutionary material as it relates to the production of self-awareness. Going in now, folks. Hold onto your hats. It wouldn't do for them to fly off into uncharted territories (surely, a good thing?). Or for the gust of intellectual speculation to become too unruly and fumble the hat headfirst into shade, hinter realms of the absurd.
Perhaps, because of inner and constant familiarity, consciousness is not deemed particularly special to most; just another ability we all possess. But consciousness is a rather singular quality in a universe that is overwhelmingly uncomprehending and uncomprehended; think about it. Even on verdant Earth, where life abounds in species still uncounted, most of what we call life exists without a neural network, surely an essential precursor to consciousness. Oddly enough, not all researchers agree. The most successful group of life on the planet, bacteria, judged by total species numbers and biomass, lacks inner contemplation. Plants, trees, algae, and many other important living organisms lack an organ capable of cognition. These abundant species without specialised neural tissue seem to be doing quite well in the game of life. So the first question to ask is: why did the apparatus necessary for the formation of consciousness evolve at all? Evolutionary processes are essentially parsimonious; consequently, one could argue that personal cognition confers evolutionary benefits. Hold on a sec. Consider this: what if brain development confers attributes other than consciousness, and those attributes are beneficial and consciousness just comes along for the ride? In this scenario, consciousness is a side effect of brain development and not considered the primary evolutionary driver. Or am I deviating too far here from a rational viewpoint?
When did the collection of neural tissue first bring forth a primitive glimmer of self-awareness in our distant ancestor? Was there such an entity/species which we can confidently state had a degree, or partook, of a primitive expression of what we would recognise as consciousness? Of more importance, how on earth could we determine whether some long dead organism, probably extinct, participates in the neural quality of consciousness?
Evolution, ably assisted and abetted by the blind, remorseless force of natural selection, is a harsh mother for species change. The mechanism is vastly wasteful, often inefficient, and cruel. Ninety-nine per cent of all species that have existed have now gone extinct. Few are spared in a pitiless, relentless passage of eons of adaptive change. Therefore, a contemplative evolutionary 'lifestyle' with the ability to inwardly reflect and process (I'm running out of synonyms for consciousness) is not a quality given to all evolving organisms/species. Whether the route to consciousness, as a favoured adaptive process and product, drives the evolution of neural function, or is a derivative, secondary consequence, it behooves the serious observer to tease out and untangle this web of mystery, if indeed it lies within the wit of man.
Another important question relates to our animal cousins. I think we can all agree that primates share consciousness; so do dolphins and other whale species. The strange and wonderful octopus has been shown to have a highly developed series of brains, and it exhibits abilities that suggest a high level of cognitive function. Anyone who has owned a dog will no doubt have no problem with the fact that the hound on my lap, gently farting, partakes of this quality we call 'Consciousness.' But when we descend down the family tree, where does conscious introspection end? How do we determine, and when, whether a conscious element drives a species' behaviour, or are we seeing the relentless drive of instinct?
Another problem is easy to state but virtually impossible to resolve. Consider a situation where evolution has crafted an organism's brain with the facsimile of personal consciousness. Imagine a highly developed creature with the semblance of active, high intelligence. Said organism reacts and appears to process and be aware of its own intellect and the intellect of others of its species. However, the brain is so contrived that no spark of awareness lies behind the bright, sparkling eyes. We are looking at a true zombie, and evolution has perfected its performance. So the critical question we are forced to contemplate is: how could we determine whether the creature is not a highly plausible zombie, a creature with the behavioural characteristics, responsiveness to environmental cues, and analytical acumen that is consistent with the mysterious gift we call consciousness? And yet we are faced with a creature with no more subjective awareness than a baked sausage roll. This is not something new, and philosophers old and new have debated that, from our personal subjective (unnecessary redundancy) perspective, we can never be certain whether our interactions with others invite the horror show that we alone are blessed with the ability to contemplate this possibility and that everyone else is a baked sausage roll.
This so-called introductory post concerning the Evolution of Consciousness has prattled on longer than I first intended. 'Woe to the Reader'. The second post on this topic will address the questions raised in this post. 'Woe to the Author.'

Greetings Mr Flax. Here, for what it's worth is my observation. Dismiss me as a nutter if you like but I remember waking up in the womb. Two stages, conscious then a sense of self. My memory is of waking up into awareness. With this awareness came the memory of previous awarenesses. Like when you hear a distant church bell and realise at the same time that there have already been 3 or 4 tolls. This knowledge of the previous awarenesses gave me the exciting realisation that these awarenesses were connected and the connection was me. So consciousness out of nothing, a sense of self from consciousness plus a sense of time plus memory.
ReplyDeleteI will say this Mark, when I first delved into the topic, I had a very strong conviction of what 'consciousness' was. However, the more I read and the more I have considered the 'problem of consciousness' the more uncertain of my initial conviction I became. Tis a very deep topic that on the surface appears simple. But that view cannot stand once you start to try to get to grips with the subject. So, for now, all bets are off and I confess I know nothing. I await further enlightenment to lift the veil of ignorance from my furrowed brow.
DeleteMy own thoughts, so far, is that consciousness is too broadly defined (if defined at all) for different people to reach any reasonable definitions. The feeling of consciousness is too deeply embedded in our daily lives for us to stand outside the feeling. Yet we have no problem with less overwhelming feelings... who argues about 'anger' being purely spiritual? Or 'yearning' arising from some special mechanism.
ReplyDeleteIf, *if*, consciousness is a grab bag of simpler feelings then we really need to break consciousness down into its component parts, no matter how crass reductionism is felt to be.
You are right with regard to definition. It should be easy, but when you really try to think hard and then to define objectively the concept that is ultimately so individual, personal and peculiar we are at a loss. I suspect an absolute reductionist approach will fail. The complexity of our neural system encompassing 86 billion neurons with their myriads of interconnections is not only too complex to inspect, but their function is likely more than the 'function of the individual parts'. Complexity of function is beyond our meagre means of understanding. Isn't that the ultimate paradox. We live within our 'mind', and our consciousness is ultimately ours, and ours alone. However, anyone who has the ability to step outside subjective Consciousness does not exist. As a scientist, I'm happy to state that some states of knowledge are forever beyond our grasp. Not only is Consciousness beyond the ken of man, but we may never even get to the task of a definition. Perhaps some things are not meant to be known.
DeleteI remember being born (and have always avoided restrictive stuff like caving and polo-necks ever since), and before that, as a soldier lying in a muddy ditch with a soldier pointing a gun at me. Then the huge trees overhead as I was wheeled about in a pram aged 1-2 weeks old. of course, after taken LSD years ago, this could all be nonsense, but the memories are strong.
ReplyDeleteWell Ed, the mind and memory are a funny old thing. I distinctly remember seeing a ghost when I was about five. This was not a fleeting gossamer phantasm, but an old lady sitting in a chair, in full colour, just two feet from my bed. It lasted about 10 secs before breaking up into nothing. It had a profound effect on me for many years until I knew better. As for the LSD, what can I say? Yep, I did dabble many moons ago. I suppose no surprise there.
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