Science Is reality a hallucination?

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If you’ve ever undergone general anaesthetic then you have experienced oblivion, an interruption of consciousness more complete than even the deepest sleep. Whole hours or days can pass in a millisecond; it’s proof – if you need it – that you can cease to be, that the world will go on without you. Some people find this terrifying. The neuroscientist Anil Seth finds it reassuring.
In 2017 Seth gave a Ted talk that has since been viewed more than 12 million times, a mind-blowing, 15-minute distillation of his three decades of research, which ended with Seth paraphrasing Julian Barnes: “When the end of consciousness comes, there’s nothing to be afraid of – nothing at all.” It’s a sentiment he returned to in his bestselling 2021 book, Being You, and when we met recently in Falmer, East Sussex, he told me why: “When you see how fragile and precarious our unified consciousness is, of ourselves and of the world, when you see how many ways it can go wrong or just be abolished completely, you can either take that as a scary thing or a reminder to be very glad to be where you are.” He chooses the latter.
Seth, 49, was casually dressed in jeans, beige trainers and a blue jumper. His close-shaven head and quiet intensity lent him a monkish air, which he periodically punctured with a joke. We spoke in his office at the University of Sussex, where he is co-director of the Sackler Centre for Consciousness Science. (As the university will no longer be receiving new funding from the Dr Mortimer and Theresa Sackler Foundation, the centre is due to be renamed.) On the bookshelves were works on psychology, philosophy, informatics, physics, a Zadie Smith novel, poetry anthologies. Tacked to the wall was a print-out headlined “12 fucking rules of success”. (1. Do the fucking work. Don’t be lazy.)
Seth began studying consciousness in the mid-Nineties, a time when advances in computing and brain imaging were giving scientists new tools for understanding the mind. In 1994, the Australian philosopher David Chalmers outlined the challenge ahead: in a talk at the inaugural Science of Consciousness Conference in Tuscon, Arizona, Chalmers set out what he described as “the hard problem of consciousness”. How can objective, physical matter give rise to the unique, subjective experience of consciousness? How could anyone adequately describe the inimitable feeling of being you, with reference only to your brain and biology?
Philosophers and scientists have tried to tackle this hard problem in different ways. Panpsychists argue that consciousness is a fundamental quality of all matter – that a deckchair exhibits a different kind of consciousness from you or I, but is conscious nonetheless. At the other extreme, illusionists argue that consciousness is only imaginary. Seth, whose academic background spans physics, psychology, computing and neuroscience, says he has come to another, more satisfying conclusion.
His research has led him to radical positions: the way you see yourself and the world is a controlled hallucination, Seth argues. Rather than passively perceiving our surroundings, our brains are constantly making and refining predictions about what we expect to see; in this way, we create our world. He points to the example of #TheDress, the viral photo of a cocktail dress that to some people appears gold-and-white, and to others as blue-and-black. In his Ted talk, Seth twice plays an audio clip of a high-pitched, distorted voice that is so incomprehensible it could be speaking any language or none at all. Then he primes his audience with the sentence: “I think Brexit is a terrible idea.” When he plays the clip again, the words are so immediately discernible it’s hard to imagine how they couldn’t have been.
Sometimes the term hallucination confuses people (Seth wishes there were a better word): it might suggest that perception is arbitrary, or that things don’t exist. In fact, if our brains are working properly, we’re constantly updating our predictions based on feedback from our senses – which is why ordinary perception is a “controlled hallucination”, not a fever-dream. That said, Seth told me as we strolled across campus in search of a sandwich, he’s open to the idea that the physical world doesn’t exist in the manner we think it does. That’s a “question for a physicist, someone like Carlo Rovelli. Who knows what’s actually out there? But let’s assume things are out there and things exist,” he said. Reality, Seth believes, is the hallucination we can all agree on.
Some aspects of perception are more illusory than others. Our experience of ourselves, as having an enduring, stable identity over time, is a useful illusion. As is our perception of free will: we believe we are acting freely when we follow our own beliefs, goals or desires – but we can’t freely choose those beliefs, goals or desires. The purpose of consciousness, of all these hallucinations, is to keep us alive. When we die, it will be extinguished. Seth believes other animals are conscious, but doesn’t think artificial intelligence ever will be.
As for the “hard problem”, Seth believes that the better we understand our brains – the more precisely we can measure, manipulate and track consciousness – the less intractable the problem becomes. This theory doesn’t satisfy everyone: when I interviewed him for the New Statesman, Chalmers told me he disagreed that the hard problem can be solved this way – you still need to account for the mechanism by which objective matter produces subjective experiences. But he also emphasised their common ground: Seth’s approach of mapping conscious states on to brain states (identifying, for instance, which neurons correspond to “seeing red” or “thinking about dinner”) is “pretty much the same approach I would recommend”.
Seth spends a lot of time talking to people about the spiritual implications of his theories. They aren’t compatible with a literalist belief in a soul surviving death, but he sees a “deep compatibility” with many religious traditions: “You confront some of the same issues and ask some of the same questions,” he says. There are parallels between his work on the transient, constructed nature of the self and lessons in Hinduism and Buddhism. He meditates daily.
Seth grew up in rural Oxfordshire, where his mother worked as an English teacher, and his father, who emigrated from India in the 1950s, as a scientist at the Esso research centre. He was a bookish teenager, partly out of necessity; a skinny kid with thick glasses, he was a year younger than his classmates and not much good on the rugby or football pitch. (Like his father, Seth was an excellent badminton player, “but you can’t base your whole life around that in Oxfordshire”.) He studied natural sciences at Cambridge, focusing first on physics and later on experimental psychology.
A PhD in knowledge-based systems at Sussex, where he used artificial neural networks to model ecological and evolutionary processes, took him closer than psychology could to understanding how our brains work. His supervisor, Phil Husbands, told me that Seth was “probably the most focused PhD student I’ve ever had”. While most of his peers showed up to their first supervision with “an enthusiastic grin and something to take notes with”, Seth turned up with “dozens of pages of typed-up ideas and sketches of possible experiments”.
After Sussex, Seth moved to the Neurosciences Institute in California, where he worked with Gerald Edelman, the Nobel Prize-winning biologist who was instrumental in reviving consciousness science. He returned to Sussex in 2006, when the university offered him a lectureship, bringing some of his Californian habits with him: he surfs in Brighton, and last year swam in the sea close to his home daily.
After we’d eaten our sandwiches, Seth took me on a tour. When it was founded in 2010, the Sackler Centre was one of the world’s first multidisciplinary research groups devoted to the study of consciousness (there are now more than a dozen globally). Here, physicists, computer scientists, neuroscientists, psychologists and philosophers are researching some of humanity’s foundational mysteries: what is consciousness? Where does it come from? By better understanding this, they hope to develop new cures and treatments for neurological and psychiatric conditions such as coma, insomnia, depression and psychosis.
The Neurosciences Institute in San Diego had been so impressively futuristic that it was used in film sets, forming a backdrop to a 2000 sci-fi movie, The Cell. The Sackler Centre’s aesthetic is more “…British”, Seth observed. He made tea in a small kitchen with a large whiteboard covered with faded formulas and, scrawled over the top, the note: “What is the abomination in the blue cup?” Then he led me through a warren of narrow corridors to the unprepossessing offices where researchers are investigating all manner of quirks of the mind: why can hours sometimes disappear in the blink of an eye, and five minutes feel impossibly long? Why are some people more suggestible than others – to the extent that, when they see a spider crawling up someone else’s arm, they will also experience a tickling sensation? In one lab, researchers were using virtual reality to study “change blindness”: how much can you change about a person’s surroundings without them noticing?
Seth had lent his key fob to an intern, and, as he gave the tour, had to knock to be let in. On the office walls were optical illusions and old science posters, and the shelves were crammed with curiosities: mannequin heads, a Darth Vader figurine, half a dozen rubber hands. The atmosphere was laid-back and experimental: at one point, Seth picked up an electromagnet shaped like a pair of comedy spectacles – a transcranial magnetic stimulation (TMS) coil – which can be used to reduce activity in different parts of the brain. “Years ago, when we first got them, we had the whole idea that consciousness depended on the frontal and parietal network, so we just tried to shut the whole thing down using TMS on each other,” he said. “It didn’t work,” he added, replacing it with a shrug.
In the same room was a small booth that housed a hallucination machine. Inside the booth was a strobe light that pulses at the same frequency as our brain activity. The device, which induces vivid, colourful hallucinations, was based on a 1959 invention by the artist Brion Gysin, who believed his machine would supplant TV. Seth invited me to sit on a stool in front of the light with my eyes closed. I could not see the light; instead orange and green blobs appeared in my vision. They consolidated into rotating, pulsating kaleidoscopic shapes that grew more intricate, before dissolving into a white light so searing I would have closed my eyes were they not already shut. I felt close to panic, I told Seth afterwards. He looked crestfallen. My reaction put me in the minority – most people love the hallucinations. Seth finds the experience so “meditative” he has installed a stroboscopic light at home, which he uses for around half an hour a week.
This month, Seth and other researchers are working with the composer Jon Hopkins and the Turner Prize-winning artists Assemble on a project introducing the “Dreamachine” to members of the public and school children. Seth hopes to inspire a new generation of consciousness researchers and philosophers, and his team will be using a computer program to help participants recreate their hallucinations. Just as a glitching computer will sometimes give us clues as to how the machine works, the strobe light causes glitches that might deepen our understanding of how visual perception works. There is so much we still don’t know: when you and I see “red”, are we seeing the same colour?
Out of curiosity, I agreed to enter the booth once more, with a light that pulsed at a lower frequency. Seth suggested that, to stay calm, I describe the hallucinations to him as they appeared, and while I muttered about dancing green triangles morphing into rotating orange starbursts he said “Huh?” as though nothing were more interesting. After five minutes that felt like 30 seconds, the light stopped and so did my visions; it now felt strange to walk back to Seth’s office as though I hadn’t just returned from a journey to some strange outer galaxy.


When I first read Being You, I’d been struck by the loneliness of his vision. We are all, his work suggests, trapped in our self-created universes, internal worlds that are all we can ever know, and that will vanish in an instant. Walking out of the hallucination machine, I understood the optimism that drives his work, too: Seth’s belief that one day science might bridge the gulf between our own minds and those of others, so that we can see each other more clearly.
 
Reality is only a hallucination if you choose to treat it that way by recognizing that drugs are not the only way to live life. If this were about the COVID panic, I’d say you worry about mandates and lockdowns than actually being scared about your ”reality” not being real enough.
 
It really is a freaky experience, last time I was put under was in 2015 to have my wisdom teeth removed and while it felt kind of good falling asleep so easily, in a split second next thing I knew I was stumbling around, being led out and back into the car to be driven home.

It really does feel uncomfortably like dying.
I've had a few surgeries. Some used that laughing gas anesthetic shit which felt horrible and made me feel nauseous awhile after I gained consciousness. But for one I was given an IV and put into what's called "twilight sleep," which was amazing. One minute I was sitting there waiting to be knocked out, the next I was being rolled out in a wheelchair feeling just slightly dazed but like I was never even knocked out to begin with. A couple hours had passed but it felt like only a couple minutes, the whole thing was a surreal but pleasant experience.

I can only hope that's what the transition from life to whatever afterlife there might be feels like. If so there's absolutely nothing to fear.
 
Don't make me refute it thusly. I'm not wearing shoes at the moment.
 
It really is a freaky experience, last time I was put under was in 2015 to have my wisdom teeth removed and while it felt kind of good falling asleep so easily, in a split second next thing I knew I was stumbling around, being led out and back into the car to be driven home.

It really does feel uncomfortably like dying.
I remember the doctor coming in and going "Okay count to ten" and I don't think I even made it to "two", but within thirty minutes I woke up with a mouthful of gauze, got out of the chair, and went into the lobby where I asked for a pen and notepad because I wanted to write down the dream I had while I was under.

It was the first and only time I ever had a dream where I was a magical girl fighting monsters. It was great.

But maybe I'm just the weirdo for having psyched myself into that because I knew it was going to be quick, though I didn't expect having a dream under anesthesia. When I had tubes put in my ears as a kid, it was more akin to that feeling of falling asleep just to wake back up before I knew it, though I might've been dreaming in that surgery, too. Doubt it was something as crazy as magical girl fights, however, even for a kid.
 
I remember the doctor coming in and going "Okay count to ten" and I don't think I even made it to "two", but within thirty minutes I woke up with a mouthful of gauze, got out of the chair, and went into the lobby where I asked for a pen and notepad because I wanted to write down the dream I had while I was under.

It was the first and only time I ever had a dream where I was a magical girl fighting monsters. It was great.

But maybe I'm just the weirdo for having psyched myself into that because I knew it was going to be quick, though I didn't expect having a dream under anesthesia. When I had tubes put in my ears as a kid, it was more akin to that feeling of falling asleep just to wake back up before I knew it, though I might've been dreaming in that surgery, too. Doubt it was something as crazy as magical girl fights, however, even for a kid.
That sounds horrible. I don't want to dream or know anything while I'm under, because I hate the whole thing so much. They even have notes in my records to give me extra anesthesia because I would flail around and keep trying to get up, (like a really pathetic version of Wolverine busting out of the adamantium injection tank.) Now it's like someone flipping an off switch, and I prefer it that way.
 
That sounds horrible. I don't want to dream or know anything while I'm under, because I hate the whole thing so much.
My mind might just be restless or easily bored as a daydreamer, but I really was expecting to not have a dream while under. 🤷‍♀️
 
It really is a freaky experience, last time I was put under was in 2015 to have my wisdom teeth removed and while it felt kind of good falling asleep so easily, in a split second next thing I knew I was stumbling around, being led out and back into the car to be driven home.

It really does feel uncomfortably like dying.
I don't know about dying, but I remember the surgery team moving me from the bed to the table and thinking "Oh shit, I'm not asleep. I'M NOT ASLEEP!" And then waking up in recovery.
 
It really is a freaky experience, last time I was put under was in 2015 to have my wisdom teeth removed and while it felt kind of good falling asleep so easily, in a split second next thing I knew I was stumbling around, being led out and back into the car to be driven home.

It really does feel uncomfortably like dying.
Must be nice, the last time I went under, the first 80% or so was nice. The attendant told me to just count to 10, and I'll be asleep before I knew it. When I woke up I don't even recall making it past 5. But when I woke up, oh boy, I couldn't stop throwing up bile, I was out of commission until the next day.

As for reality being a hallucination; I'm half-agreeable, but not to the extent they want. To me, the world suffers a massive case of schaeudenfreud. They'll claim they want something like high morals and standards; while being permissive of everything and removing all standards. They'll then wonder why society is made up of whores and sociopaths, while trying to extol high virtues, but also fucking their mistress behind their wife's back at the same time. It's easy enough to just say society is shit and everyone is a hypocrite, but I'm half ready to attribute it to reality being a hallucination (see: lie).
 
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It really is a freaky experience, last time I was put under was in 2015 to have my wisdom teeth removed and while it felt kind of good falling asleep so easily, in a split second next thing I knew I was stumbling around, being led out and back into the car to be driven home.

It really does feel uncomfortably like dying.

I woke up twice during general. The first time was knee surgery. They hadn't actually started yet at least. I just remember hearing the radio and the lady adjusting my IV before I fell back asleep. It wasn't like being awake that time. It was like dreaming of being awake. You just lose time when you are under. It's like that time never passed to you. Just everyone else. So if they ever iron out the kinks in cryostasis waking up is going to be a real trip. I think people are going to need psychiatric counseling to deal with the disparity between their percieved time and the reality of how much has really passed.

The second time was during a colonoscopy. Horrifying. Anal. Do not want! They could not put me back under. They had all sorts of problems finding a good vein that day due to anemia. That's the reason why I got the procedure before I would have needed routine screenings. When I woke up like that it was a very strange feeling of "Suddenly Reality!"

There's no waking up sensation. It's just reality hitting you in the face. I think that's what being born is like. A very "Huh? What?" feeling that hits you like a ton of bricks.

So if you believe in reincarnation maybe that's what it's like. Blink Out/Blink In.

Have you ever had a dream where when you woke up you felt like you just lived through an entirely different life?

I had a dream that felt like it lasted a year. Everyone wore masks. There was a single day a year where you could take them off. When that day happened I woke up.

Junji Ito has a story called The Long Dream. Not only do these two people have dreams that seem to last centuries each night, but the man starts to evolve into another being.

Anyway, I remember the dream machine on Art Bell like 25 years ago. They've been trying to sell this trippy kaleidoscope inducer for decades. There's no way something weird like that would replace TV. Or these days Youtube and TikTok. It sounds like something tech savvy hippies would use with drugs. I have to wonder if extensive use could lead to schizophrenia. It's often seen in long term hallucinogen users.

When I was very anemic I had an episode where I was outside with the dog and everything turned yellow and green. I almost fell off the back porch. That was enough for me. I could barely stand. I've never actually completely fainted. But I've had episodes from fevers where I sank to the ground and couldn't see a thing. I thought I recovered from a bad case of mononucleosis and went outside to talk to a friend. I just started sinking to the ground and couldn't move or see. I was totally numb everywhere but my head. Very unnerving experience. It's like a total loss of every sense but speech and hearing. I was essentially disembodied.
If your whole life was lived as a nerd in a lab, maybe the idea that someday everything will just be over is reassuring. For those of us who love others, the idea that that loss is permanent and that they are forever gone is devastating. That's why we cling to the hope that there is something beyond this.

Maybe he's right, but the idea that this life is all we get makes the world a very depressing place and actually makes the idea of death more frightening. I think the only person who fears there might be something beyond death is someone who thinks hell is real and they are going there. I'd much rather think I'm moving on to the next adventure than I just cease to exist.

I find it fascinating to ponder whether the color red I see is the same as what someone else sees -- but the fact is we are both seeing something. Our brains may be interpreting it slightly differently, but it still exists. It isn't a hallucination, unless you think we are all hooked up to the Matrix and participating in some simulated universe. But in that case, when you stop that "consciousness" -- that doesn't mean it just ends. Maybe you simply wake up to the real world. Or move on to the next simulation.

I think there might be some differing perception with colors. I'm one of those people who has a hard time with dark navy and black unless the light is really bright. Certain shades of green and grey overlap for me too. I find that grey shade that's a lot like brown to be confusing too. There's no way for me to know if others see the exact same shade as me. I don't think I am colorblind. But some shades are confusing and I've passed up on clothes because I could not tell what color they were.

Editing to mention that I had a crazy dream once where I woke up in the real world. I was an ape in a lab. I had on a hospital gown and there was a desk in front of me. Some nurse came over and shouted "put her back under!".

I was weirded out for days.
 
Well our boy Seth seems to ignore the mountain of NDE(Near Death Experience) evidence. Well yeah, if it's oblivion then yes, no fear because you don't exist to have any fear. But Oblivion does not make any sense whatsoever. The Anthropic Principle dictates that our Universe is fine tuned for life. That obviously means that Mother Nature, an Architect or God(s) if you prefer deliberately made the Cosmos in such a fashion for us to exist.

So, why in the world would they created sentience only to be snuffed out in less than 100 years.

And finally, many physicists and neuroscientists now claim consciousness resides outside the body. So, if the biological brain dies, consciousness or you may still exist such as a soul or spirit with one's identity and memories intact.
 
I would like to upgrade the article with spaces between the paragraphs, in my reality.
 
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