Pilate had Philo crucified … but Philo was taken down after no more than 6 hours on the cross … thanks to his brother Alexander the Alabarch … . Joseph of Arimathea … who probably explained to Pilate that Philo was not only a high ranking Prince of Israel … descended most likely from Mariamne … a famous Hasmonean Queen … but he was also a citizen of Rome and not subject to Pilate’s authority. By persuading and perhaps bribing Pilate to take Yeshua down from the cross … Joseph of Arimathea took Philo’s wounded and unconscious body down and revived him in the burial cave … and made arrangements for him to escape to Alexandria … where he would live out the remainder of his life … as Philo. Philo afterwards wrote about Pilate’s cruelty and execution of innocent persons.
Another consequence is that we might be sincerely mistaken about our own beliefs. Return to my question about racial stereotypes. I guess you said you think they are false. But if the ISA theory is correct, you can’t be sure you think that. Studies show that people who sincerely say that racial stereotypes are false often continue to behave as if they are true when not paying attention to what they are doing. Such behaviour is usually said to manifest an implicit bias , which conflicts with the person’s explicit beliefs. But the ISA theory offers a simpler explanation. People think that the stereotypes are true but also that it is not acceptable to admit this and therefore say they are false. Moreover, they say this to themselves too, in inner speech, and mistakenly interpret themselves as believing it. They are hypocrites but not conscious hypocrites. Maybe we all are.
All Sisyphus' silent joy is contained therein. His fate belongs to him. His rock is a thing. Likewise, the absurd man, when he contemplates his torment, silences all the idols. In the universe suddenly restored to its silence, the myriad wondering little voices of the earth rise up. Unconscious, secret calls, invitations from all the faces, they are the necessary reverse and price of victory. There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night. The absurd man says yes and his efforts will henceforth be unceasing. If there is a personal fate, there is no higher destiny, or at least there is, but one which he concludes is inevitable and despicable. For the rest, he knows himself to be the master of his days. At that subtle moment when man glances backward over his life, Sisyphus returning toward his rock, in that slight pivoting he contemplates that series of unrelated actions which become his fate, created by him, combined under his memory's eye and soon sealed by his death. Thus, convinced of the wholly human origin of all that is human, a blind man eager to see who knows that the night has no end, he is still on the go. The rock is still rolling.