Author: Mark Hannam

Last year, I gave a friend a jigsaw puzzle as a present.  The image printed on the puzzle was taken from an Andy Warhol print made in 1970, from his Flowers series, and comprised four hibiscus blooms – coloured yellow, orange, and red – each with a pink shadow and set against a blue background.  Warhol took the image from a photograph, which he edited to create a flat, two-dimensional visual field, and then he printed it using a silkscreen to create a smooth inked surface on the paper.  Consequently, the five-hundred-pieces of the jigsaw are mostly pure colour, with no visible structure or depth, and the only clues to assist in piecing them together are the colour borders.   Completing the puzzle took some time.

My friend took appropriate revenge, insisting that I undertake the challenge of a four-thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle, in this case the image was a map of the world.  Although the information on the map is contemporary – it includes Bosnia & Herzegovina and East Timor as independent nations, for example – the design and lettering are old-fashioned, as if the map had been drawn by hand.  Much of the image, naturally, is taken up by large expanses of ocean in varying shades of sea green.   It took me some time to complete the edges, the outlines of the continents, and the map legend; filling in the interior of the continents was quicker, because of the multitude of city names; but the final stage, piecing together the southern oceans and especially the spaces between the Micronesian islands and Pacific atolls, required considerable patience and concentration.

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Twenty years ago, I went out for lunch with a work colleague, whom I will call A.   She had grown up in a working-class family, had done well at school and university, and was building a career for herself in the financial services industry.  Despite her successes, she told me that she felt unsure about her place in the world because when she left home to go to college aged eighteen, her parents had told her that she had been adopted when she was a baby.  They had never met, nor did they know the names of her biological parents.  Around the time we had lunch, recently introduced legislative changes offered adults who had been given up for adoption the right to initiate contact with their biological parents, and A told me that she had decided to do this.  She loved the people who had brought her up and said that she would always think of them as her mum and dad, but she was curious about the story behind her adoption and wanted to know the identities of her biological parents.  She had decided to take the risk that comes with moving from ignorance to knowledge.

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As the earth’s atmosphere continues to warm up, so political leaders from around the world head to Glasgow for the 26^th Conference of Parties.  There will be no shortage of hot air, but unfortunately there is unlikely to be an immediate step-change in public policy, which is what we need.

By coincidence the UK’s annual budget for the next financial year was announced last week, which included a measure to lower the rate of tax on domestic air travel and another to defer a planned rise in the rate of tax on petrol.  These measures were both aimed at pleasing the travelling public, lowering the cost of short-haul flights between, say, London and Cardiff or Edinburgh and Belfast, and avoiding additional costs for drivers at a time when oil prices have risen steeply.  Given the choice between long-term virtue and short-term popularity, it is perhaps no surprise that the politicians choose the latter.  But it is important to recognise that they do so because they understand that many of us share their preference for instant gratification.  We might not have the politicians we say we want, but we mostly get the politicians we deserve.

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I start with a joke.  There are 10 sorts of people in the world.  Those who understand binary numbers and those who don’t.   

In our culture, we are encouraged to think that we can divide the world up using binary oppositions.  We are either x or we are y.  In politics we are on the left or on the right; in personality we are extrovert or introvert; for our intellectual training we choose between the sciences or the arts; we are routinely asked, by organisations gathering data on diversity, whether we are male or female, homo- or hetero-, abled or disabled, black or white; in London, you either live north of the river or you don’t really live in London at all, which illustrates a significant problem about the use of dichotomies: they set people in opposition one with another.    

I recently came across a remark by Bertrand Russell, who said of the development of his philosophical temperament that he had leapt from the Hegelian view that the world was a bowl of treacle to the atomist view that the world was a bowl of lead shot.  In other words, he had abandoned the view that we cannot understand anything until we understand everything, since as Hegel claimed the true is the whole, and instead had adopted the view that the only way to understand anything is to break it down into its component parts and try to understand each of them in turn and then figure out how they connect.  Atomists, of whom Russell is a good example, think that the main purpose of philosophy is analysis, that is, the systematic separation of each part or element of a phenomenon, so that it can be studied in isolation; by contract, treaclists, of whom John Dewey might be a good example, think that the main purpose of philosophy is synthesis, that is, the examination of the interconnectedness of phenomena, so that their reciprocal influence upon each other can be understood.  I was taught philosophy in the atomist tradition, but during my training I leapt in the opposite direction to Bertrand Russell, and I am now a confirmed treaclist.  I try to resist attempts to divide up the world, believing that we understand best when we consider the whole and the fulness of its variety.   There are many more than 10 sorts of people in my world.

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This week, there are lengthy queues outside petrol stations in Britain, as desperate motorists try to secure fuel for their cars.  The companies that supply petrol stations say there is a shortage of lorry drivers to transport fuel from the refineries and that the government needs to offer visas to foreign drivers to meet demand.  The government, not wanting to accept that its policy on immigration – linked inevitably to the way it managed the UK’s exit from the EU – is the source of the problem, says that there is no shortage of fuel in the country.   Unsurprisingly, as soon as government ministers deny that there is a shortage, some drivers assume they are lying and head to the petrol stations to fill up.  Many others, seeing growing lines of cars, waiting at the pumps, worry that they will lose out unless they join; so, they do.  Whether or not there was a serious problem a few days ago, there is certainly one now.

Queues of irate drivers waiting impatiently to buy petrol makes for good television and newspaper coverage, which has temporarily displaced the story of the other, more serious energy crisis from the headlines.  Natural gas is a major source of energy for the UK, with more than four out of five households reliant on gas for heating their homes and around a third of wholesale electricity produced by burning gas.  Prices have risen dramatically over the past twelve months, for example, the ICE’s NBP Natural Gas Index has risen from 33.5 to 213.  Whether this price spike will be temporary is unclear, but it has become a political problem for the UK because of the way in which energy prices are regulated.

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