Philosophy of Plants

This article has a nice introduction to a fairly new problem: what should we think now that we know that plants communicate with each other and, therefore, have a degree of agency? The article helpfully spells out the origin of our thoughts on the subject, which unsurprisingly lies with Aristotle's work. 

Plants have a teleogical end of existence, survival, and reproduction: that was known from Aristotle's time. Now we know that they can pursue this end through the emission of organic compounds that cause not only themselves, but nearby plants as well, to erect defenses to further their survival against dangers. They're not especially good at it -- I have cut down quite a few trees in my time, and though I prefer to cut dead ones rather than living ones I have sometimes had to cut living trees too -- but it does show that they have a kind of consciousness, and are pursuing an end in communication with each other. Thus, they also have a kind of community.

These are ordinarily significant considerations in ethics. Why wouldn't they be here? And if they are, what does that mean for us in how we treat with these conscious beings and their communities? 

3 comments:

Assistant Village Idiot said...

I just put up the humorous side of this in the Tim Sample video "Strict Carnivore."

douglas said...

I deeply question the idea plants have "consciousness" and the studies that supposedly indicate that. Does my body have consciousness when it scabs over a wound? I may, but the scabbing is wholly unrelated to my consciousness, and occurs with no regard to my conscious state. I think scabbing is a comparable thing to what they're using to claim plants have "consciousness". I've seen nothing else that can't be explained as an autonomous reaction to environmental conditions.

Anonymous said...

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