Eyeing the machinery of the spirit

Eyeing the machinery of the spirit

Engraving from ”De humani corporis fabrica” (1543)

Originally published 16 September 1996

More than three cen­turies ago, Pas­cal said, “Man con­sid­er­ing him­self is the great prodi­gy of nature. For he can­not con­ceive what his body is, even less what his spir­it is, and least of all how body can be unit­ed with spirit.”

The French math­e­mati­cian and philoso­pher lived at the dawn of the sci­en­tif­ic era, but his words still ring true. We have sent space­craft to the plan­ets. We have lis­tened to sig­nals from the dawn of time. We have unrav­eled the mys­tery of starlight. We can even con­ceive what the body is. But the deep­er human mys­tery remains: What is the spir­it, and how is it unit­ed with body?

There is a sense among neu­ro­sci­en­tists, psy­chol­o­gists, and arti­fi­cial intel­li­gence researchers that the rid­dle is ripe for solu­tion. Pow­er­ful new imag­ing tech­nolo­gies make it pos­si­ble to probe the liv­ing brain — watch the orches­tra play even as we lis­ten to the music of thought. More pow­er­ful gen­er­a­tions of com­put­ers pro­vide ana­lyt­i­cal tools to mod­el the aston­ish­ing com­plex­i­ty of neur­al cir­cuits. Sub­tle refine­ments of mol­e­c­u­lar biol­o­gy and chem­istry let us fid­dle with the machin­ery of the soul.

Solv­ing the rid­dle of con­scious­ness won’t be easy, and recent brain research con­firms the chal­lenge. Con­sid­er just one exper­i­ment, by Daniel Wein­berg­er and col­leagues at the Nation­al Insti­tutes of Health Neu­ro­science Cen­ter in Wash­ing­ton, report­ed in the Aug. 23 [1996] issue of Sci­ence.

Wein­berg­er’s team gave either an amphet­a­mine (a pow­er­ful neu­ro­chem­i­cal) or a place­bo (a non-active con­trol sub­stance) to eight peo­ple and then used brain scans to mon­i­tor neur­al activ­i­ty while the sub­jects per­formed two men­tal tasks.

One task involved fill­ing in incom­plete pat­terns, an activ­i­ty that engages the hip­pocam­pus, the brain’s longterm mem­o­ry cen­ter. The oth­er task was a match­ing game, involv­ing the pre­frontal cor­tex, a part of the brain respon­si­ble for plan­ning and prob­lem solving.

As the sub­jects per­formed these tasks, images of their brains, in cross-sec­tion, appeared on a video mon­i­tor. Areas of increased blood flow, indi­cat­ing neur­al activ­i­ty, glowed brightly.

The peo­ple tak­ing an amphet­a­mine showed enhanced hip­pocam­pus activ­i­ty when fill­ing in the incom­plete pat­terns, com­pared to the con­trol group, and decreased pre­frontal cor­tex activ­i­ty. The oppo­site effect occurred for the sec­ond task.

The impor­tant obser­va­tion here is not that the drug affect­ed brain activ­i­ty, but that it was activ­i­ty-spe­cif­ic. That is, the drug did not just flood the brain, mod­i­fy­ing neur­al activ­i­ty hel­ter-skel­ter. Rather, it fine-tuned the brain’s activ­i­ty in spe­cif­ic ways relat­ed to cur­rent cog­ni­tive activity.

To put it anoth­er way, it is as if an entire orches­tra took drugs to enhance play, but under the direc­tion of a con­duc­tor, so that each sec­tion of the orches­tra achieved its high in accor­dance with the score.

How this hap­pens is a mys­tery. Clear­ly, the brain is a very sophis­ti­cat­ed machine, coor­di­nat­ed region by region in sur­pris­ing­ly artic­u­lat­ed ways.

A philoso­pher col­league wor­ries deeply about exper­i­ments such as this one. As we learn more about the brain’s chem­istry, he fore­sees increas­ing reliance upon drugs to con­trol our men­tal lives — a pill for this, a pill for that. “Increas­ing­ly, there’s no room for us to talk to one anoth­er about our lives,” he says. “No room for our his­to­ries, our sto­ries, our art; no room for ourselves.”

The self has become anoth­er object to be inves­ti­gat­ed, ana­lyzed and manip­u­lat­ed, he says, noth­ing more than a flick­er­ing image on a brain scan mon­i­tor as elec­tro­chem­i­cal activ­i­ty flares up, dies down, per­haps under chem­i­cal con­trol — a brush­fire of cog­ni­tion. “Sci­ence is squeez­ing us to spir­i­tu­al death,” he groans, with the deflat­ed spir­it of an unre­con­struct­ed romantic.

Of course, all knowl­edge holds poten­tial for abuse. But my col­league’s pes­simism is unwar­rant­ed. As Pas­cal said, “Man con­sid­er­ing him­self is the great prodi­gy of nature.” The dis­cov­ery that our spir­its are inex­tri­ca­bly linked to elec­tro­chem­i­cal process­es in no way dimin­ish­es our true selves. We still have his­to­ries, tell sto­ries, make art. We love, we cry, we respond with awe to the mar­velous machin­ery of cog­ni­tion. And we arm our­selves chem­i­cal­ly against the dev­ils of men­tal illness.

Many of us seem to believe that any­thing we can under­stand can­not not be worth much, and there­fore — most espe­cial­ly — we resist the sci­en­tif­ic under­stand­ing of self. But the abil­i­ty to know is the mea­sure of our human worth, the thing that dis­tin­guish­es us from the oth­er animals.

Under­stand­ing the machin­ery of the spir­it does not mean that we will ever encom­pass with our sci­ence the rich detail of an indi­vid­ual human life, or the infini­tude of ways by which a human brain inter­acts with the world. Sci­ence is a map of the world; it is not the world itself.

In this, we can all agree with the Greek philoso­pher Her­a­cli­tus, who thou­sands of years ago wrote: “You could not dis­cov­er the lim­its of soul, not even if you trav­eled down every road. Such is the depth of its form.”

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