According
to Physicalism, one’s choices are the effects of proximate neural 'firings', themselves the outcomes of processes that began long before one’s birth. Just like the rest of one's mental life, there is supposed to be a scientific explanation of their occurrence. It
doesn’t take much ratiocination to realize that if such an etiology is true, a
man’s choices are not unavoidable, nor even brought about by him at all. Once the distant events of which they are merely the approximate effects occurred, they were inevitable. Moreover,
one doesn’t really make one’s choices. They are made for one by said neural events in the guise of beliefs and desires, the motives to which
they are ascribed by what physically deprecate as 'folk psychology.' That is to say, his choices are not
dependent upon he himself as unmoved mover, but neuronal activity of which he is only the subject; along for the ride, so to speak. He is like a harried executive who not only has
his subordinates make recommendations; but, abdicating his authority, allows their implementation sans vetting.
Alvin Goldman, defending Physicalism in A Theory of Human Action, says that beliefs and desires as motives don’t “compete” with an agent. True enough, since, if that philosophy is true, they have no empowered agent to compete with in the first place! He has been reduced to being a spectator of his own volitional doings.
Alvin Goldman, defending Physicalism in A Theory of Human Action, says that beliefs and desires as motives don’t “compete” with an agent. True enough, since, if that philosophy is true, they have no empowered agent to compete with in the first place! He has been reduced to being a spectator of his own volitional doings.
Free will demands an agent who chooses on the basis of his beliefs
and desires, rather than having them doing all the work. Further, he must be capable of nullifying even
the strongest urges. Our dignity as creatures depends upon such power. If at the end of deliberation, one is merely left to
seek the object of the strongest conatus neurally asserting itself, we are utterly devoid of respectability.