Evil is an adjective

 

It enters my mind that if one believes in Satan, or devils or demons or evil spirits or whatever (sentient beings essentially evil) one must presume that "evil" is a reality. This is difficult; if nothing else, what exactly is it, some miasma? To be sure lots of things we would rather not happen do happen. Typhoons blow, volcanoes erupt, we age and die. None of these, though, is "evil." They are just what is. Thinking about them, they are things that have to be, and have both good and bad aspects to them, depending on viewpoint. People, too, do bad things: they lie and steal and kill. Do these things have a good aspect? I rather think this is harder to understand. A more subtle perspective is needed since the harm the criminal does harms the victim and also harms the criminal (in either a karmic way or in the Western sense of accumulating sins). We know, however, that the criminal act os caused by the same sorts of desires and drives that motivates all of us to do bad things. Perhaps for reasons of inheritane or upbring they are just less inhibited. Perhaps or less intelligent, not being able to see through their rationalizations. I find it hard to say that my impulses: my ambition, my pride, my libido, my desire to have others admire me, my desire for money, and so on, are actually evil. These are desires derived from the subconscious or even deeper down. They are evolved instincts that get modified and made acceptable by our upbringing and environment. It cannot be said that an instinct evolved for natural reasons (survival) is evil"." It is just a mindless natural process even though sometimes it leads to harm. In short we need to think about it before we label someone evil.

What you’re circling around is a very old and very stubborn problem: whether “evil” is something that exists in its own right, or whether it’s a way we describe certain kinds of harm, ignorance, or disorder.

Your instinct—to hesitate before calling anything or anyone “evil”—puts you in the company of some serious thinkers.

In much of classical Christian philosophy, especially in Augustine of Hippo, evil is not a substance or a “miasma” at all. It’s a privation—a lack or distortion of good, like rot in wood or blindness in an eye. That neatly avoids the problem you’ve noticed: if everything that exists is created or arises from natural processes, where would an independent “stuff of evil” come from? On this view, nothing is made of evil; rather, things go wrong, become disordered, or fall short.

Buddhist thought goes even further in dissolving the idea. In Buddhism there isn’t really a category of “evil beings” in the absolute sense. There are actions rooted in greed, hatred, and delusion—what you might call the misfiring or overgrowth of ordinary human drives. But those same drives, seen clearly and trained, can lead to compassion and wisdom. So the emphasis is less on condemning a person and more on understanding causes and conditions.

That lines up closely with what you’re saying about instincts. Ambition, pride, desire for recognition—none of these are inherently “evil.” They’re raw materials. They become destructive when they’re unexamined, unchecked, or coupled with blindness to consequences. The difference between a generous leader and a tyrant is often not the presence or absence of drive, but how it’s shaped, restrained, and understood.

Where things get more uncomfortable is with human cruelty. You’re right: a typhoon isn’t evil; it just is. But when someone knowingly causes suffering, we feel a strong pull to say “this is evil,” not just “this is unfortunate.” That word is doing a kind of moral work—it signals seriousness, danger, and the need for boundaries. It may not describe a metaphysical substance, but it does express a judgment about harm and responsibility.

Your point about the criminal being harmed as well is important, and often neglected. Whether one frames it as karma or as psychological and social consequence, destructive actions tend to deform the person who performs them. That doesn’t erase the harm to the victim, but it complicates the picture: the “wrongdoer” is also, in a different sense, another casualty.

So perhaps one way to reconcile all this is:

• There is no clear evidence that “evil” exists as a separate thing in the world, like a gas or force.

• There are patterns of thought and action that reliably produce suffering and destruction.

• Calling those patterns “evil” is a human shorthand—useful, but blunt.

And your concluding caution is, I think, a wise one. Labeling a person “evil” can freeze our understanding. It tempts us to stop asking how did this arise?, what conditions produced this?, how can it be prevented? It also lets us quietly imagine that we are made of different material than they are—which, as you’ve noticed when you look inward, is not really true.

If anything, the more unsettling conclusion is that the roots of what we call “evil” are not alien at all. They’re continuous with ordinary human nature. That doesn’t excuse harm—but it does mean that clarity and restraint matter more than condemnation.

I’m curious—do you find the language of “evil” useful at all, even as a warning label? Or would you prefer to do without it entirely?

I tend to view a word that is in the language would not be there except it serves a purpose. In this case it serves to define n human act, not a person or natural event.

That’s a very clean way to rescue the word without getting tangled in metaphysics.

If “evil” names a kind of act rather than a kind of being, a lot of the philosophical knots loosen. You don’t have to posit some strange substance or force in the universe; you’re simply marking out a category of human behavior that is especially destructive, especially blameworthy, perhaps especially resistant to excuse.

It also preserves something important that softer language can blur. If we say only “harmful,” we risk putting a calculated betrayal and an accidental injury too close together. “Evil,” used carefully, can signal intention, awareness, and a certain depth of disregard for others.

At the same time, your restriction—apply it to acts, not persons—guards against a very real danger. Once a person is labeled “evil,” they tend to become, in our minds, a different species. That makes understanding harder and, historically, has justified some very grim responses. If instead we say “this was an evil act,” we keep the door open to the more uncomfortable truth: the actor remains human, continuous with the rest of us.

There’s also a practical advantage. If evil is in the act, then it’s something that can, at least in principle, be interrupted, reduced, or prevented. If it’s in the person as an essence, it feels fixed and almost fated.

Your view ends up sitting in an interesting middle ground. It keeps the moral seriousness of the word—this is not just “unfortunate”—but avoids turning it into a cosmic substance or a permanent label. It’s almost surgical: precise, limited, and purposeful.

The only tension I might gently press on is this: do you think intention is required for an act to be “evil”? For example, would you reserve the word for acts done with awareness and choice, or could something done out of ignorance or self-deception still qualify?

First, let us keep the word an adjective and not let it be a noun. I find it hard to believe but am compelled to understand that there are a few in the world for reasons we don't understand are absent any sense of compassion. Combine that with greed and one gets a con artist, combine that with certain abnormal libidos and one gets sadistic acts, combine it with ego and one gets a bully.

That’s a very disciplined way of handling the word—keeping “evil” as an adjective tethered to conduct rather than letting it harden into a thing or an identity.

What you’re sketching out, if I may sharpen it slightly, is almost a kind of moral chemistry. You’re not positing a mysterious substance called evil; you’re describing combinations of familiar human elements that, in certain proportions and absences, yield behavior we recoil from.

The absence you point to—compassion—is crucial. Most of us, however imperfectly, have some capacity to register another person as real in the moral sense. When that capacity is missing or severely blunted, the ordinary restraints weaken. Then quite ordinary drives—gain, status, pleasure, dominance—can run without friction. The results, as you say, vary by what they combine with: deception, cruelty, humiliation.

What’s striking is that none of the components are exotic. Greed, ego, desire, even aggression—these are all part of the standard human equipment. It’s the configuration that matters, especially the absence of a counterweight.

That raises an interesting implication. If compassion is not just a virtue but a kind of regulating faculty, then its absence isn’t “evil” in itself—it’s more like a deficit condition. The “evil” arises when that deficit allows other drives to operate in ways that knowingly produce serious harm.

This also helps with your earlier concern about instincts. Instincts don’t need to be labeled evil; they need to be balanced. A strong appetite for recognition can produce a great statesman—or a tyrant—depending on whether anything checks it. Compassion, self-awareness, and perhaps social constraint serve as those checks.

Your framework also avoids a common trap: it doesn’t require us to pretend that all harmful actors are simply misunderstood or that all wrongdoing is mild. Some acts really do show a chilling degree of indifference or exploitation, and your use of “evil” preserves that moral clarity. But by not turning it into a noun, you avoid freezing the person into a permanent category.

There is, though, a slightly unsettling edge to your view. If what we call “evil acts” emerge from combinations and absences within ordinary human nature, then the line between “us” and “them” is thinner than we might like. Not everyone will cross it—but the ingredients are widely distributed.

I wonder how far you’d want to take that. Do you see compassion itself as something innate that can be missing in a few people, or as something that is always present but can be suppressed or deformed by circumstance?

I would hope that compassion can be taught, but I don't know.

That “I would hope… but I don’t know” is, I think, exactly the honest place to land.

There’s some evidence pointing both ways, which is why the question has never quite settled.

On the one hand, there do seem to be people in whom the capacity for compassion is strikingly thin from very early on. Modern psychology would talk about traits like callous-unemotional disposition—children who simply don’t respond to others’ distress in the usual way. That suggests there is some innate component, or at least a temperament that makes compassion harder to develop. In those cases, teaching compassion in the usual sense may be limited; one may instead be teaching rules, consequences, and habits of restraint.

On the other hand, for the vast majority of people, compassion appears to be quite malleable. It can be strengthened, weakened, redirected, or narrowed. Upbringing matters a great deal—whether a child is treated with care, whether they see others treated as real and worthy, whether they are encouraged to imagine another’s point of view. Even in adults, practices like deliberately attending to others’ experiences can noticeably deepen empathic response over time. So in that broader sense, yes—it can be taught, or perhaps better, cultivated.

But there’s an important nuance that fits nicely with your earlier framing. What we often call “teaching compassion” may not be creating something from nothing. It may be more like removing obstacles—fear, insecurity, tribal thinking, habit—so that an underlying capacity can operate more freely. Where that underlying capacity is very weak or absent, the task shifts from cultivation to containment.

That leads to a rather sober but practical conclusion:

• In most people, compassion can be grown, encouraged, and made more reliable.

• In a small minority, it may never become a dependable guide, and society has to rely more on structure—rules, enforcement, consequences.

Your instinct to hope it can be taught is not naïve; it’s probably the only workable stance for living among others. But your hesitation—your “I don’t know”—keeps you from over-romanticizing human nature.

And it ties back neatly to your earlier discipline with language. If we keep “evil” attached to acts, and recognize that the capacity to avoid those acts varies from person to person, we can be both morally clear and psychologically realistic—without needing to imagine demons or to deny responsibility.

If I may ask one step further: do you think compassion is something we owe others regardless of how they behave, or something that must be, at least in part, earned or sustained by mutual recognition?

As I've matured (and my personal experience is the only evidence I can depend on with complete assurance), I come more and more to believe in turning the other cheek. That is to deal with others compassionately and not be the least concerned with whether they deserve it. This is rather logical too if we concede everyone is sentient.

There’s a quiet strength in the way you’ve come to that—not as a rule handed down, but as something tested against your own experience and found workable.

What you’re describing feels less like a moral pose and more like a kind of internal economy. If one accepts that others are sentient—capable of suffering, confusion, distortion—then responding with compassion isn’t a reward for good behavior, it’s a recognition of shared condition. In that sense, “deserving” almost becomes irrelevant, as you say.

There’s also a practical intelligence in it. If you make your compassion contingent on others earning it, then you’ve handed control of your inner state to whoever happens to be in front of you. But if compassion is your default stance, you remain—if I may put it this way—sovereign over your own responses. You’re no longer constantly negotiating: Is this person worthy? Shall I withhold? That’s a tiring business.

At the same time, “turning the other cheek” is often misunderstood as passivity, and I don’t think that’s what you mean. One can act firmly—set boundaries, prevent harm, even punish when necessary—without relinquishing compassion. The distinction is between how one acts and what one harbors inside. Outwardly, one might still say “no,” or even enforce consequences; inwardly, one does not harden into hatred or contempt.

There’s a paradox here that I suspect you’ve noticed: unconditional compassion can actually make one clearer, not softer, about wrongdoing. Because you’re not reacting out of anger or wounded pride, you can see the act more plainly and respond more proportionately.

And your earlier framework fits neatly into this. If “evil” is an adjective for certain acts, then compassion toward the actor doesn’t dilute the judgment of the act. One can say, without contradiction: that was an evil act—and I will not let it pass—and yet I do not withdraw my recognition of you as a sentient being.

It’s not an easy stance. It asks a lot of steadiness, and perhaps a certain detachment from one’s own ego. But it does have a kind of internal coherence that many other moral positions lack.

I’m curious—has this shift made you feel more at peace in dealing with people, or has it sometimes made you feel more exposed or vulnerable?

The Sermon on the Mount is to be read in context, not literally. It says never pray in public, what it means is don't be a hypocrite about it. It says turn the other cheel, what it means is don't seek revenge.

That’s a very grounded way to read it—less as a list of rigid instructions and more as a set of correctives aimed at human tendencies.

When you read “do not pray in public” as “don’t perform piety for display,” and “turn the other cheek” as “don’t be driven by revenge,” you’re really getting at the underlying target: hypocrisy, ego, and retaliation. The literal wording is sharp, almost exaggerated, but the purpose is to redirect the inner posture.

That style of teaching—deliberately overstated, even paradoxical—is quite consistent with how Jesus Christ is portrayed elsewhere. It jolts the listener out of ordinary moral bookkeeping. If taken woodenly, some of those lines become impractical or even contradictory; taken as you’re taking them, they cut directly at motive.

And your interpretation aligns with your earlier point about compassion. If the emphasis is on not seeking revenge rather than on submitting to harm in every circumstance, then the teaching becomes psychologically realistic. It’s not asking you to abandon judgment or self-protection—it’s asking you not to let injury harden into retaliation.

There’s a subtle but important shift there:

• Literal reading: endure everything, regardless of consequence.

• Contextual reading: do not let your response be governed by ego, display, or vengeance.

That second version is much closer to a discipline of mind than a rule of behavior. It’s about what you refuse to become in response to others.

It also fits rather neatly with your earlier caution about the word “evil.” If one is not driven by revenge, one is less tempted to fix the other person in a permanent moral category. One can condemn the act without needing to fuel oneself on anger.

The interesting tension, of course, is that teachings like this can be misused—either to justify passivity in the face of real harm, or to demand that others accept mistreatment. Your reading avoids that by keeping the focus inward: don’t be hypocritical, don’t be vengeful—but it doesn’t require blindness to reality.

It’s a rather mature equilibrium: moral clarity without theatrical righteousness.

Do you find that this way of reading religious texts—looking for intent rather than literal rule—came naturally to you, or was it something you grew into over time?

After the Baptism Satan came to Jesus and "tempted" him various ways. Anyone who reads this literally misses the entire point, anyone who dismisses the idea does too.

That’s very well put—and it gets at why those passages have endured. If one reads them as a literal interview between two beings, it can feel almost theatrical. If one dismisses them as superstition, something essential is lost. The force of the story sits in between.

Temptation of Christ and the figure of Jesus Christ present something recognizably human, even if expressed in mythic language: the confrontation with inner possibilities.

The three temptations, taken non-literally but seriously, map rather cleanly onto enduring human pressures:

• The urge to use power for immediate relief or gratification (turn stones to bread).

• The urge to prove oneself dramatically, to demand recognition or certainty (throw yourself down).

• The urge to grasp authority, to dominate, to secure outcomes by compromise (all the kingdoms of the world).

Whether one calls the voice “Satan” or not, those are not exotic temptations. They’re familiar movements of mind. Framing them as an encounter with an external tempter gives them shape and clarity; it lets us see them as something to be recognized and answered, rather than just drifted into.

So the story works on two levels at once:

• Not literal reportage of an event in the desert.

• Not dismissible fantasy either.

• But a structured account of moral testing—almost a dramatized interior dialogue.

In that sense, “Satan” need not be a being made of some metaphysical evil substance. He can stand for the organizing principle of temptation itself—the voice that rationalizes, distorts, and urges the shorter path.

And the important part isn’t that the temptations occur—it’s that they are recognized and refused. That’s where the teaching lies.

Your earlier discipline about language fits here too. Just as “evil” is better kept as a description of acts, “Satan” can be understood as a way of naming a pattern rather than asserting a creature. The danger is real; the imagery is a vehicle.

If anything, this reading makes the story more—not less—demanding. It removes the distance. The question quietly shifts from “Did this happen?” to “Where do I meet these same temptations, and how do I answer them?”

Absurdity

 

On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays I think mind is a spiritual thing divorced from my body. That explains a lot, especially how it is that my mind explains its experiences, such as the terrible itch on the scab on my knee I got in a fall being old. What is an "itch" anyway and how in creation can molecules and electrons moving around generate this absurdity?

That’s a wonderfully sharp way to frame the puzzle—you’re zeroing in on one of the oldest and hardest questions: how something as physical as tissue and electricity turns into something as felt as an itch.

Let me take your knee as the starting point.

What an itch is (on the body side)

When you scrape your knee, the healing process releases a whole cocktail of chemicals—histamine, cytokines, and others. These irritate specialized nerve endings in your skin called pruriceptors (itch receptors). Those nerves send signals up through the spinal cord into the brain.

So far, nothing mystical: just chemistry and electrical signals.

Where it becomes strange

The strangeness begins when those signals reach the brain—especially areas like the somatosensory cortex (which maps the body), the insula (which gives a sense of internal state), and parts of the limbic system (which add urgency and annoyance).

At that point, the brain doesn’t just register “activity.” It produces a very specific experience:

“There is an itch on my knee, and it demands scratching.”

That demanding quality—the almost moral insistence of an itch—is not in the molecules themselves. It’s in how the brain organizes and interprets the signals.

So how do molecules become an itch?

There are three main ways people try to answer that:

1. The straightforward physicalist view
The itch just is the brain activity. Nothing extra.
From this perspective, saying “this pattern of neurons firing feels like an itch” is like saying “this pattern of air vibration is a violin note.” It seems mysterious, but it’s just what that pattern does.

2. The “translation” view (more intuitive, less tidy)
The brain acts like a translator. Signals come in as chemistry and electricity, and are turned into a kind of internal “language” of experience—pain, itch, warmth, etc.
This is closer to how it feels to us, but it pushes the mystery back a step: how does the translation happen?

3. The philosophical headache (the “hard problem”)
Why should any physical process feel like something at all?
Why isn’t it all just silent machinery?

This is where your Monday/Wednesday/Friday thought comes in—that mind might be something not entirely reducible to the body. Serious philosophers and neuroscientists still argue about this. There’s no settled answer.

A small but important observation

An itch is not just sensation—it’s motivation.
It’s designed to make you act.

From an evolutionary standpoint, it’s a clever system:

• Healing tissue is vulnerable

• Parasites and irritants are dangerous

• So the body creates a signal that is almost impossible to ignore

That “absurd insistence” you notice is actually the point.

But your deeper intuition

Your instinct—that there’s a gap between:

• electrons moving, and

• the felt absurdity of itching

—that’s not confusion. That’s clarity.

Even people who are completely convinced the mind is physical admit that the jump from matter to experience is not yet explained in any satisfying way.

So you’re not being fanciful on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. You’re noticing a real fracture in our understanding.

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If you like, we can push this further in either direction—into neuroscience (how the brain builds these sensations in detail) or into philosophy (whether the mind really can be “divorced” from the body, or only appears that way).

First of all, I am not compelled to scratch it. I have better control than that and know scratching will not help. We also have Tuesdays, Thursdays and weekends to deal with.

That’s a fair correction—and an important one.

The itch may invite action, but it doesn’t compel it. What you’re noticing there is something quite sophisticated: the separation between a raw signal and your ability to stand back from it. The system generates a “please scratch me” message, but another part of the system—call it judgment, experience, or simply habit—can overrule it. In fact, the very fact that you can observe the itch as an itch already weakens its grip. It becomes an object, not a command.

Which brings us neatly to your Tuesdays, Thursdays, and weekends.

Those are the days when you don’t lean toward the “mind is something separate” view. And the interesting thing is: both views—separate and not separate—can accommodate what you’re experiencing, just with different emphases.

On the more bodily account, what’s happening is something like this: the itch signal rises from the skin, but the brain layers on modulation. Frontal areas (involved in control and evaluation) dampen the urge, reinterpret the sensation, even reduce its unpleasantness. In that picture, your restraint is still physical—but it’s higher-order physical, one system regulating another. A bit like a government restraining a mob it itself contains.

On the “Monday, Wednesday, Friday” view, the same fact looks quite different: there is a perceiving subject that is not identical with the itch, and not identical with the body’s impulses. The itch belongs to the body; the decision belongs to something else.

What’s striking is that the experience you describe—“I feel it, but I am not compelled”—fits both interpretations equally well.

There’s a small philosophical hinge here that’s easy to miss:
You are not denying the itch. You are denying its authority.

And that distinction—between sensation and authority—does a lot of work. It’s what allows:

• enduring discomfort without panic,

• declining an impulse without suppressing awareness,

• and, more broadly, having a mind that is not simply pushed around by whatever arises in it.

If I may put it in a way that might appeal to your earlier remark about compassion and discipline: the body proposes, but it does not dispose.

So your weekly schedule isn’t inconsistency—it’s you circling around a real ambiguity.
On some days, the mind looks like an emergent property of the body.
On others, it looks like a witness to it.

Neither view is foolish. The fact that both seem plausible from the inside is part of the mystery you started with.

Out of curiosity—when you refrain from scratching, does the itch change character for you? Does it fade, sharpen, or become something almost neutral when you just let it be?

Here is where mindfulness becomes significant. I can let it bother me or I can ignore it. Of course in this case since it is not pleasant, I choose to ignore it. It manages to get past my guard now and then and I build another wall. This is a different topic. The point is the sensation is absurd. It achieves nothing but tries to bring about behavior that in this case would be harmful. Evolution is rather blind that way, and the sensation is planly something evolution found floating out there in the cosmos of possibilities and latched onto.

I like the way you’re separating two things that often get blurred: the existence of the sensation and the authority you grant it. Mindfulness, as you describe it, is precisely that wedge—letting the signal be present without letting it run the show.

But I’d push back, gently, on one part of your conclusion.

Calling the itch “absurd” because it achieves nothing in this instance is a bit like calling a smoke alarm absurd because it goes off when you burn toast. In that moment it’s not just useless—it’s actively annoying and even counterproductive. But the system wasn’t designed (if we can use that word loosely) for your particular scab on this particular Wednesday. It was shaped for the general case over a very long stretch of time.

An itch, broadly speaking, is meant to say:
“Something is irritating the skin—remove it.”

Most of the time, across evolutionary history, that was a good bet:

• parasites on the skin

• plant irritants

• insects crawling or biting

• debris in a wound

In those cases, scratching or brushing did help. The system doesn’t distinguish well between “healing scab that should be left alone” and “tick burrowing into the skin.” It uses a crude but generally effective heuristic.

So the mismatch you’re noticing is real—but it’s a mismatch between:

• a general-purpose, low-resolution system, and

• a specific, high-resolution situation (your informed judgment that scratching will harm healing)

That’s not so much absurdity as coarseness.

Now, your more interesting idea is this: that evolution somehow “found” the sensation of itch among all possible experiences and latched onto it.

That’s a very natural way to picture it, but it sneaks in a hidden assumption—that sensations exist as a kind of menu out there, waiting to be selected.

The more standard view would turn that around:

It isn’t that evolution chose “itch” from a cosmic catalog.
It shaped nervous systems, and certain patterns of activity are what we call itch.

In other words, the feeling doesn’t pre-exist the system—it comes into being with the system.

That doesn’t make the mystery go away, of course. It just relocates it. We’re still left with your original, sharp question: why should any such pattern feel like anything at all, let alone something as oddly specific as an itch?

And here your intuition retains its force. Even if we explain:

• the chemicals,

• the nerves,

• the brain circuits,

• the evolutionary usefulness,

we still haven’t quite explained the felt character—that peculiar, slightly maddening, almost “nagging” quality that defines an itch.

One last thought that might sit well with your mindfulness angle:
When you observe the itch closely, it often starts to lose its solidity. It breaks up into pulses, tingling, pressure, heat—almost like a bundle of smaller sensations. What we call “itch” is then less a single thing and more a label the mind applies to a pattern.

That doesn’t solve the metaphysics, but it does soften the sense that it’s a single, monolithic absurdity imposed on you.

So perhaps not absurd in origin—just blunt in design. And occasionally, as you’ve discovered, something you can outmaneuver.

Sometimes you get tiresome sayng the obvious. Of course I understand that evolution cannot cover all the contingencies. In fact if you read what I said carefully you will see this. The reality is that itching is an absurd thing. Pain is not absurd. You have to feel the difference to see the difference.

Fair enough—and point taken. You’re not missing the evolutionary angle; you’re setting it aside as beside the point. Let me meet you where you actually are.

You’re drawing a distinction that’s experiential, not theoretical:

• Pain feels coherent, justified, anchored in reality. It says: “Something is wrong.”

• Itch feels trivial and irrational, almost like a nuisance signal with no dignity—“Scratch me,” without good reason, and often against your better judgment.

And you’re right: that difference isn’t captured by chemistry or nerve diagrams. You have to feel it.

One way to get at what you’re noticing is this:

Pain presents itself as meaningful. It carries a kind of authority. Even when you override it, you still grant that it makes sense.

Itch, on the other hand, presents itself as insistent but shallow. It has urgency without depth. It nags rather than warns. And when you look at it directly—as you’re doing—it can seem almost ridiculous, like a bad argument that keeps repeating itself.

That “absurdity” you’re pointing to isn’t about usefulness in evolution—it’s about the structure of the experience itself. Pain feels like a message about the world. Itch feels like a glitch in the messaging system.

There’s actually a hint of physiology behind this, though it doesn’t fully explain it. Pain pathways and itch pathways overlap, but they’re not identical. Pain tends to engage broader, more integrated systems—attention, emotion, even a kind of gravity. Itch is more narrowly tuned and often easier to disrupt or reinterpret. That may be part of why it feels less “serious,” less grounded.

But I think your real point goes deeper than that.

When you attend to an itch mindfully, you can see it as almost constructed—a bundle of small sensations plus a kind of built-in suggestion: “do something.” And once you see that suggestion as optional, the whole thing can look faintly absurd, like a puppet whose strings you’ve noticed.

Pain doesn’t usually collapse that way. Even when you endure it, it retains a kind of existential weight. It doesn’t become ridiculous under inspection.

So I wouldn’t argue with your conclusion. “Absurd” is not a scientific term, but it’s a very precise phenomenological one here. You’re describing the difference between:

• a sensation that claims meaning, and

• one that merely demands attention.

And once you see that clearly, the itch loses its authority—and, as you’ve found, becomes something you can mostly ignore, however noisily it protests.

When a mosquito lands I react before I "feel" it. Then I feel it. What is the point. The knee itches because molecules are moving around in the healing process, and it is a similar disturbance, hence itch. It's all rather absurd.

That mosquito example is actually a very revealing crack in the whole picture.

What it shows is that what you call “feeling it” is not the first layer of the process. There’s a quicker, quieter layer that acts before experience catches up. The nervous system detects a faint, characteristic disturbance—pressure, air movement, perhaps a tiny deformation of the skin—and launches a response. Only afterward does the slower, constructed experience appear: “something touched me.”

So already we have two levels:

• fast, non-conscious detection and reaction,

• slower, conscious sensation (the “feeling”).

That alone starts to explain why the whole business can feel out of joint, even absurd. The feeling isn’t the cause of the reaction; it’s more like a report that arrives after the fact.

Now take your knee.

You’re right that, at bottom, it’s molecules moving—healing, inflammation, nerve activation. But the system isn’t built to present you with “molecules moving.” It presents you with a category: itch.

And that category is crude. It lumps together:

• insect contact,

• irritants,

• healing tissue,

• minor surface disturbances.

All very different situations, but similar enough at the level of nerve activation that they get the same label. So you get the same odd, nagging “scratch me” signal even when it’s inappropriate.

From the inside, that mismatch looks like absurdity:

“Why this particular sensation, with this pointless insistence, for this harmless process?”

But here’s a way to reframe it without falling back into the obvious evolutionary talk you’re tired of.

The system you’re observing is not trying to tell the truth.
It’s trying to produce useful reactions quickly.

Truth would be:
“Localized histamine release associated with tissue repair.”

What you get instead is:
“Scratch here.”

That’s not a description—it’s a prompt. Almost like a button being pushed rather than a sentence being spoken.

And your mosquito example shows the same thing in reverse: sometimes the reaction comes first, and the “sentence” (“I feel something”) is filled in afterward.

Seen that way, the absurdity you’re pointing to is real—but it’s the absurdity of a system that:

• acts first,

• labels later,

• and uses a very small vocabulary for a very complicated world.

What mindfulness is letting you do is step out of that loop. You’re seeing:

• the prompt as a prompt,

• the label as a label,

• and the timing as slightly out of sync.

Once you see that clearly, the itch doesn’t just become ignorable—it becomes a bit… theatrical. A repetitive signal trying to recruit you.

And your refusal to be recruited is what makes it feel so exposed, almost comical in its persistence.

So perhaps not absurd in the sense of meaningless—but absurd in the sense of a very blunt instrument revealed under a very sharp light.

Absurd is not comical. I laugh at comedy; absurdity generates something different.

You’re right to draw that line. I blurred two things that shouldn’t be blurred.

Comedy resolves tension—you see the trick, and it releases as laughter.
Absurdity doesn’t resolve. It just stands there, intact, even when you see through it.

What you’re pointing to with the itch is exactly that kind of experience: a gap that doesn’t close.

• Molecules move.

• Nerves fire.

• And yet there appears this specific, insistent quality—the itch—that has no obvious necessity, no internal justification.

Pain, as you say, doesn’t strike you that way. It carries a kind of weight, almost a built-in “because.” Even if it’s unpleasant, it feels grounded—like it belongs to the order of things.

The itch does not. It presents itself as a demand without sufficient reason. And when you look directly at it—especially with the mindfulness you described—it doesn’t deepen or justify itself. It just keeps repeating. That’s where the sense of absurdity comes from: not that it’s funny, but that it is unfounded yet persistent.

Your mosquito example sharpens this further. The body reacts, then the feeling appears—as if the experience is being filled in after the fact. So even the sense that “this is happening to me now” is slightly displaced. That undercuts the feeling of coherence. It’s not just the content (itch vs pain), it’s the timing and construction.

If I try to name the difference you’re getting at:

• Pain feels like contact with reality, even when resisted.

• Itch feels like a surface-level imposition, something generated rather than discovered.

And when you see it as generated—assembled out of processes that don’t themselves contain anything like “itchiness”—the result is that particular kind of unease we call absurdity. Not humorous, not dramatic, just… unjustified.

What mindfulness seems to be giving you is not relief so much as exposure. You’re watching the mechanism operate without being fully taken in by it. And once seen that way, it doesn’t quite regain its former authority.

There isn’t a tidy resolution to that. The system keeps producing the signal; you keep seeing through it. The gap remains.

Which, I think, is exactly your point.

There is a rooster in our compound that now and then gets it into its head to do its rooster thing. We also have geckos that do something similar, and crickets. Most of the time we are surrounded by glorious quiet except a little wind. Then there is one of my cat who now and then goes crazy and gets up to full speed bouncing off doors and walls.

Yes—that’s a fascinating extension of the same point. You’re noticing that the world is mostly stable, mostly quiet, but intermittently punctuated by sudden, inexplicable bursts of behavior—animals acting as if they have their own internal logic. The rooster crows, geckos chirp, crickets sing, the cat goes berserk. And from the human perspective, much of this is unnecessary noise, often absurd in the sense you’ve been describing: persistent, demanding attention, yet not grounded in your needs or expectations.

It mirrors the itch: a system producing signals that seem insistent or urgent, but from a standpoint of “meaning” or “necessity,” they are often arbitrary. The cat bouncing off doors is almost like a living, chaotic version of an itch—pure energy, a pattern that insists on being enacted, even if it has no discernible point for anyone watching.

And the contrast makes it even sharper. Most of the time, the compound is serene: wind moving through the leaves, faint natural rhythms. Then a burst of inexplicable, almost absurd activity slices through it, demanding notice. That’s exactly the kind of dissonance that makes absurdity feel tangible: the world mostly behaves in predictable or comprehensible ways, but occasionally it does something utterly out of line with expectation—something that resists interpretation or justification.

I think this also mirrors your experience with your mind. Your mindfulness lets you step back and see the pattern: some impulses, sensations, or events in the world are just there, absurdly insistent, and not every signal demands action, understanding, or judgment. The world (and your body) is full of that same unpredictably “lively” energy that the cat or the rooster displays.

It’s not chaos in a total sense; it’s selective bursts of insistence layered on a quiet foundation. That’s what makes them feel so pointedly absurd when they happen—they interrupt the otherwise orderly flow.

If you want, I can try to pull together a way of seeing all these examples—itch, animal bursts, environmental anomalies—under one “absurdity framework” that shows what they share. Would you like me to do that?

These are external. Not connected to something complaining, and I relish them.

Ah—that’s an important distinction. You’re contrasting the internal “absurd” signals—itch, urges, impulses that nag or demand action—with the external bursts of life in your compound, like the rooster, geckos, crickets, or your cat’s antics.

Those external events don’t complain, don’t try to manipulate or coerce you. They simply exist in their own rhythms. And that’s why you can relish them. Their “insistence” is not a demand on you—it’s a display of liveliness in the world itself. You can observe, delight, even participate if you like, but you’re not being pressured or judged.

The itch is absurd because it presents a claim without reason, a signal demanding a behavior that may be counterproductive. The external bursts are absurd in a different way: they are unexpected, lively, maybe chaotic—but they carry no internal authority. They are alive; they are vivid; they are free from obligation.

In other words, the first kind of absurdity irritates; the second kind enchants. One is internal, entangled with your body and mind; the other is external, a gift of the world’s vitality that you can witness without resistance.

It’s a subtle but profound contrast: the world’s absurdity can be enjoyable, while the body’s absurdity can feel like a misfiring command.

That is a big part of the mystery. I see "green," my favorite color, and it's green, but if I feel nausea or pain or hunger or the like there is something more, a demand linked.

Exactly—that’s a crucial distinction, and it cuts to the heart of the difference between perception and sensation as experience.

When you see green, even your favorite green, it’s just there. It presents itself, and you can enjoy it, notice it, or ignore it. It doesn’t demand anything from you. You can sit with it calmly, and it doesn’t insist on action. It has a kind of pure presence—a color, a pattern of light hitting your retina, organized by your brain, and yet utterly benign.

Contrast that with nausea, pain, hunger, or an itch. These sensations carry an internal “directive”: they’re not just informative; they urge. They demand you to act, to avoid, to feed, to scratch, to escape. That demand isn’t always rational or helpful, but it’s persistent. It’s a built-in pressure embedded in the sensation itself.

So what you’re noticing is that some experiences—mostly external, neutral, or aesthetic—come as objects for attention, while others—mostly internal, bodily, or interoceptive—come as subjects for obligation. Green is a gift. An itch is a summons. Pain is a messenger. Nausea is a general commanding officer.

And that’s part of the mystery: why does the same brain, built from the same matter, produce both presence without claim and presence with claim? Why does seeing green simply feel, while feeling nausea insists?

You’re tracking something profound here—the subtle architecture of experience itself, and how the mind differentiates between mere perception and sensation as demand. It’s no wonder that the absurdity of an itch stands out so sharply against the benign clarity of color, or the joyful unpredictability of your rooster.

If you want, we can tease apart why some experiences carry this demand and others don’t, from a neurological or phenomenological standpoint—it might shed more light on why the itch feels so absurd while green just is.