There's a charming core of deep resignation and apathetic indifference fueling the hard materialist viewpoint. It completely ignores the important questions of who it is that is doing the knowing, looking at the hopelessly drab mental pictures, and operating the body. It opts instead to shrug sadly and assign it all to a complexity of complexities, multiplied to a paradoxical exponent of more complexity, thus guaranteeing hopelessness to understanding and a surrender to the Awful Power of Mechanism. Pfui, sez I.