truths

20 02 2012

Image from borhatorah.org

While browsing Google News I came across an article on the recent death of a theoretical physicist named Cyril Domb.  It mentioned his interest in the reconciliation between Science and Jewish beliefs, so I checked out a link that took me to some correspondence between him and Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson (Lubavitcher Rebbe – ‘the Rebbe’) over an article Domb published in London’s Jewish Chronicle back in 1961.  In their correspondence the Rebbe was ‘distressed’ over Domb’s failure to bring what he perceived as the proper attention to specific matters regarding the idea of ‘truths’ behind Science and Religion, so after an enjoyable read (click) I thought I’d try to expand on an issue I had with the Rebbe’s idea of truth.

The Rebbe nicely points out that the general perception of ‘science’ presumes that it is about ‘facts and truths’ when in further contemplation the scientific process is ultimately rooted in probability.  He states: “As a matter of fact, the whole problem is based on a popular misconception as to what science is. Where there is a true understanding of what science really is, there is no room for such confusion. For, as it is well known but too often overlooked, the sciences, even the so-called “exact” sciences, are at bottom nothing more than assumptions, work hypotheses and theories which are only “probable”, as indeed you pointed out in your article, but all too briefly.“  I will agree with the Rebbe’s point.  Science, as it is commonly applied in our everyday lives, is at its center ‘probable’, and as such is open to questioning and skepticism, and ultimately open to the possibility of revision.  It’s somewhat like a ‘fact for now’ – or a rule or law that is receptive to the possibility that new ways of thinking will reshape and recontextualize it in the future.  That which is certain today may not be certain tomorrow.  Religious truths however, as the Rebbe argues, are “…definitive and categorical [and] science cannot, a priori, challenge religion, especially our religion, for science can never speak in terms of absolute truth.”

For the Rebbe, religious truths (in this case the Torah and its precepts) are absolute.  The problem I have though, is with a remark he later makes (in his response to Domb’s reply) that revolves around a supposed misconception by the many Rabbonim that Domb chooses to rely upon: “Unfortunately, the majority of Rabbonim stand too much in awe of scientific theories, for they still adhere to the attitude of bygone generations, when science was regarded as an absolute truth, as something apart from human intelligence and speculation, in other words, that scientific laws are not produced, but merely “discovered” by the scientist, and are infallible and immutable.“  Am I to understand then, that the term ‘absolute truth’ (as it is used by the Rebbe in this context) is something apart from human intelligence and speculation?  And if so, by that admission then, are not religious truths (which according to the Rebbe are absolute) also something apart from human intelligence and speculation?

It’s a paradox of sorts; to state that religious truths are absolute and as such “definitive and categorical” and “something apart from human intelligence and speculation” is at odds with Man’s attempt to understand, interpret, explain and/or rationalize the very sacred texts that define religious truths in the first place.  That is, you can’t base an argument on the absoluteness of religious truths because these truths, by the Rebbe’s own admission, are beyond his (and all human) intelligence and speculation.  I profess it may be an issue of semantics (but what isn’t really), and my contention is that both truths (or even others we may choose to create!) are but human constructs, and like all human constructs, are put to test in, as the Rebbe states, “the rational and sensible world.”  A world which I believe, by the way, allows science and religion to operate on equal terms.

Professor Domb’s reply to the Rebbe is rather brief (not touching on my concern as only the one reply from him was given), and he did avoid much of the Rebbe’s conjecture in regards to scientific vs. absolute truths.  He did end his reply however, with the wonderful statement; “I have therefore always taken the attitude of the Mishnah in Hagigah אין דורשין במעשה בראשית i.e. the ultimate secrets of creation are beyond normal human understanding. Any scientific theories are only temporary structures, and as long as their limitations are fully appreciated they may help in technical progress….

I wonder though, if Professor Domb might consider religious truths (ie: absolute truths) as ‘temporary structures’?  I suppose I’ll find out when I add some of his works to my every growing reading list.





stuff #13.6

20 01 2012

This makes me happy (click).  I’ve been waiting for something of a facebook backlash for a while now.  Here’s hoping for an early Christmas present this year.

This makes me sad …”We’ve been blessed with natural resources…“  It’s a comment I overheard by a member of my parliament while on Rutherford’s 630 CHED radio program.  It seems he was upset with Obama’s recent decision to delay the XL pipeline.  From what I can gather, the boundaries that define Canada have been bestowed by some deity with abundant materials that we Canadians can exploit as we see fit.  Sweet, I love deities that play favorites …especially when they’re on my side.

This makes me relieved (click).  I don’t like pirates.  Water-logged or digital.  What I hate worse than pirates though are ‘artistic thieves’ – ones who steal creativity by limiting its growth.  Clay Shirky summed it up well in this recent Ted Talk: “The 20th Century was a great time to be a media company […] If you were making a TV show, it didn’t have to be better than the other TV shows of the day …it only had to be better than the two other shows that were on at the same time.

This makes me laugh (click).  It seems someone’s been playing the old iPad switch-a-roo, and a few consumers have gotten a bag of clay instead of the real McCoy.  It’s not all that funny if you got one I suppose, but what I’m excited about is for those with time on their hands to throw together some videos/skits with Apple ‘fanboys‘ actually trying to use the product.  Clay iPhones will be the next big seller if I know my trends.

Finally, this makes me wonder… “To admit that our ancestors are bacteria is humbling.  It has disturbing implications.  Besides impugning human sovereignty over the rest of nature, it challenges our assumptions of individuality, uniqueness, and independence.  It even violates our view of ourselves as discrete physical beings separate from the rest of nature and – still more unsettling – questions the alleged uniqueness of human intelligent consciousness.” pg 32.  Dazzle Gradually by Lynn Margulis and Dorion Sagan.

...just one of our many blessings.





just one more…

8 01 2012

Why is it that whenever I have to visit the mall (movie with a friend the other day …poor excuse, I know) I feel sick to my stomach?  That we’re on the wrong track or something.  What is it about the enormous numbers of people shopping that discourages me about our priorities?  Or about our future?  It’s not that we’re bad people …heck, we’re just people doing what people do, and maybe that’s the thing; we’re doing what people do.  What others do.  What others want us to do as well.  We’re too busy doing it to really think about it …if that can be.  We’ve got our blinders on (with ‘gucci’ engraved along the side) and we just go, go, go.  Non-stop.  The end being irrelevant, or rather the end being something we don’t care to think about.  And perhaps it’s easier that way, to just go with the flow?  And keep going.  And going and going…

And perhaps the idea of consuming has become routine for many of us?  Perhaps it’s become associated with living, and in some strange sense we feel that if we’re not consuming then we’re not living.  Maybe it’s become a purpose for many, a purpose that’s become entwined with the idea of success?  The two inextricably linked like money and power.  Status seems to play a role as well.  I was out with some friends looking for a place to eat last night along a popular and trendy section of the city and had absolutely zero luck.  Everything was completely full.  All the restaurants had line-ups and waiting lists and were packed with youth and fashion and style and power.  Fifty feet away from the melee however, sat a ‘lesser’ establishment with cheaper food and an un-hip sounding name ….and it was almost completely empty.  The food probably tasting ever-so-slightly worse (if you can actually make nachos any worse that is) and the drinks probably identical.   And yet this place was empty, or more accurately …not in style.

And that’s what appears to drive us at times, that need to be in style.  Whether it be in fashion or food or culture or in our attitude and the way we project ourselves.  A constant need to keep up with those ephemeral ‘Joneses’ that pull us along by some invisible tether.  A need to be new.  To be different.  To be not what we were …or what we are.  A need to be changing which implies a moving forward and a progression.  ’Now is passé’ might be an accurate summation, and the moment has been cast aside for the future.  And of course we feel the future is bright …er, brighter then now that is.  And that too is the crux of it; that we seem to be looking for something more than what we have.  Which, oddly, implies that we don’t have something.

And what is that?  I don’t know -lol.  Personally, I think it’s an illusion of sorts.  I think our perception of lacking a certain something is a result of being told that we’re lacking a certain something.  We’ve fallen for the belief that our lives are constantly in need and that our situation could always be better.  We’ve been convinced that we can never be really happy, and so we work harder to make more money and eventually find that we’re still not happy …and on and on it goes.  We push and push and push ourselves to achieve some unrealistic or undefined goal, convinced that ‘happy’ will be right around that next corner.  That perfection and contentment will be just one change away.

Or one purchase away.





babas and birds

31 12 2011

Before my Baba died she’d always send me pictures of the trees and flowers outside her apartment and of the birds flying by that were almost incidental when processed through one of those automated film-developing machines.  I sent her pictures of my birds …ten feet out from my front window bustling about a feeder and calm to my presence.  I counted over fifty one day I told her, most mulling about the ground picking and pecking around the seed that the energetic others would hastily spill downwards.  She liked the birds, and when we talked she’d often ask if they still came by and if I was still feeding them.  And of course the birds that we talked about so long ago have all died.

And yet, oddly, they’re still there.





bums and stuff

23 11 2011

Here’s a great read on Lynn Margulis (from an Edge interview) who happened to have died recently.  I knew nothing about her or her work on symbiogenesis or her support of the Gaia hypothesis, but after hearing her explain some of the shortcomings in evolutionary theory I’m definitely going to be reading up on her ideas.  The concept that we humans are not so different from lesser ‘life’ on this planet has always been obvious to me.  I’ve posted a while back about Gaia and ‘value’ here, about similarities in life here, and lately on the idea that we function much like a fungus here, so to find that she views bacteria as the origin of ‘life’ (protoctist, animal, fungal, plant) kinda makes my day.  To also hear her describe how science too can get caught up in its own methodologies of sorts is wonderful.  She makes the comment “I try to focus on the direct observational aspects of science.“  Which, as far as I’m concerned, is all that matters in the end.  Speaking of direct observations…

I remember driving in my van one day and looking at an apple I was about to eat.  I’m not sure why, but I saw the base of the apple as oddly familiar.  It was kinda like a bumhole.  Really!  (Don’t make me post comparison pictures, please) …but it just seemed so obvious; the base was as such and the stem had to be the umbilical cord, the seeds the reproductive centre, the ‘flesh’ surrounding that and then finally the skin.  It was like a little person …minus the arms, head, face, legs, genitals and the ability to steal your parking space.  Heck, there’s even a ‘response’ that plants put out (click) that could be equated to what we categorize as pain.

Yep.  Life is vastly more complex than what we think it is.  And what we think though is exactly that; what we think, and to think that we’re somehow the center of it all is almost delusional.  Almost.

(note to self – find those ‘certified anti-delusional’ papers!)

What ...can those be Klingons I see?!





sketchbook

28 10 2011

Cave of Forgotten Dreams.

I like that there’s certifiable evidence to the adeptness of man that reaches back 30+ thousand years.  I like that we’re able to recognize and appreciate these achievements and put safeguards in place to preserve these findings for future generations.  I like that technology mapped out the cave dimensions and plotted their spacial relationships down to the millimeter.  I like that nerdy scientists can laugh at themselves and admit speculation when called for.  I like that the past can still be found in the present even though the present seems to overwhelm the earth more and more each day.  All these things I like but sadly, they constitute a small part of the movie.

The lion’s share has Werner Herzog taking us on a spiritual journey of his own imagination.  We meet people who talk about the cave ‘speaking to us’ through its silence.  People who talk about the sounds the drawings make, and about the motion and movement of the animal representations we see.  We’re inundated visually through the sombre and largo-ish movements of flood lamps across the cave faces, and aurally bombarded with primitive dissonances in voice and strings, just past the point of pleasure.  It’s more than being invited to imagine …we’re forced to.

Although the cave itself conjures excitement and distant  thoughts to our ancestors way of life, Werner’s presentation goes beyond the design of a documentary I feel, and as a result, the historic findings themselves are overshadowed by his creative vigor.

Image from warnerherzog.com





fungus

14 10 2011

The idea from the Matrix that the human race is a virus seems fitting at times.  At other times though, perhaps a fungus is more appropriate.  Really.  Just consider for a moment that impossibly thin layer of life we enjoy – sandwiched between thousands of miles of ‘earth stuff’ and infinite miles of ‘out there’ stuff.  Our small, little life-giving atmosphere is dwarfed on both sides as we, much like our lichen cousin for example, exist almost impervious to it all.

And how is it we exist?  Well, like fungus, our specialized structures extract needed nutrients from our gracious host, then collect and convert these raw materials into the energy needed to sustain ourselves.  We also multiply by repeatedly dispersing our spores (which can be kinda fun!) and we of course adapt to our changing environment as necessary from time to time.  Collectively we function in similar ways, so is it inconceivable then, that some passing heavenly body made contact with our humble, little earth and upon so, deposited a prehistoric passenger that over time, thrived and developed to eventually become this exciting, mass of life that consumes the planet today?

I don’t think it’s so inconceivable.  Impossible to both explain and verify of course, but then that’s the joy of imagination.  And if anything it’s reassuring, knowing that we (this interconnected biomass that we all are) have survived for eons throughout all manner of change, because it’s proof that we’ll continue to adapt in some form or another for eons to come.  Assuming that we don’t exhaust our host that is.

But you’ve got to stay positive, right!
*or at least be a fun-guy …hee hee*

Image from fettss.arc.nasa.gov





Tank Murdock

12 10 2011

Tank Murdock was a character in an old Clint Eastwood film called Every Which Way But Loose.  In the movie Clint Eastwood, who works his way up in the street fighting circuits, finally gets a chance to win the crown by taking out the current but aging champion, Tank Murdock.  During the main fight, Clint realizes that he’s about to win, but then, after hearing murmurs from the crowd that “He’s going to be the new Tank Murdock”, decides to throw the fight.  Essentially Clint makes the decision to not be the champion …not because being a champion isn’t a nice thing, but because he’d have to maintain that championship status by constantly fighting, and that’s not Clint’s bag so-to-speak.

I throw this at the roommate every so often as a joke -whenever I see someone either posturing for an advantage or becoming an outright ‘champion’ I’ll say “He’s the new Tank Murdock.”  And he laughs.  Lol, usually.  But that’s my ‘Tank Murdock Philosophy’ …that no matter what it is you do, there’s going to be someone else who comes along and one-ups you.  It’s inevitable.  And in the event that you maintain your crown, society will shift gears/priorities and relegate your accomplishments to something less current, which in effect marginalizes and tosses you to the annals of time where you eventually become incomparable to anything modern …losing almost all social relevance and the prestige you once enjoyed.  You’re still a champion of course, but just a lesser champion.

You can reach the top kids, but you’re destined for the history books …and there will always be a new Tank Murdock.

*sadly though, new Tank Murdock’s are often worse than the old.  but they’re new …and shinier!*





same, but different

26 08 2011

I’ve kinda discussed this before, but I’ve had a few more thoughts on it lately….

If you asked religious people if they would deny their beliefs in the face of new evidence that went against what they held to be true they would, generally speaking of course, still retain their core beliefs and still adhere to those values associated with them regardless of the information presented.  To accomplish/rationalize this, they would merge these new facts and revelations into their preexisting beliefs.  For example, if (as in this earlier post) aliens came down from the heavens and explained away the world as we know it, a religious person would still cling to the idea of God because God is not just the only explanation they have for the purpose of life …God is their method for understanding life.  God is the process that allows them to make sense of what they encounter.  Depriving a religious person of God (or attempting to negate His existence) is akin to rewiring their mind and dismissing all logical constructs.  You’d be, in effect, creating an entirely new person.  For the religious, God is not a figure removed from common sight, He is the way toward sight in the first place.  I’m of course omitting much in this at best, sketchy summary, but the important item to consider is still to follow …that it works in the opposite direction as well, and along a similar method.

Suppose I (being the non-religious heathen that I am) was presented with a burning bush.  Or suppose I suddenly died and found myself in a different world; another life.  Would I fall on my knees, confess my wrong-thinking and then bask in the revelation that God Almighty is The Creator and the sole reason for my life?  Would I admit that I’m in Heaven, and would I accept Jesus Christ/Allah/Yahweh/Ishvara/Buddha/etc. as my Savior of sorts?  No, but here’s the thing …it’s not a matter of the spiritual or the non-spiritual person being right or wrong, it’s instead a matter of one holding onto that which has made you who you are in the first place.  My beliefs (whatever they happen to be) would still be my beliefs because they’ve given me my only way of understanding the world.  And my interpretation of the world is also based on my beliefs.  When an idea presents itself that negates any part of my belief system, I adapt/merge this new information to make better sense of it, all the while keeping my core beliefs intact.  For example, if I was presented with a miracle I wouldn’t see a miracle; I’d see some yet unexplained version of science.  If a religious person (let’s just say a Christian for arguments sake) was presented with information dispelling the idea of community prayer for example, they as well wouldn’t see that, but instead a failing of the information itself or perhaps some yet unrevealed power of God.  We’re both, seemingly, hardwired to understand our world in the way we understand it.  Whatever works for us …well, it just works.  The longer too that we settle (grow) into our systems of logic, the harder it becomes for us to stray from their paths; the harder to assimilate contrary information when it comes around.

And this is why we’re the same …and yet different.  This is why we vehemently protest that which doesn’t make sense while at the same time forgetting that that opposing point of view is rooted in the same process.  Varying approaches from different ways of thought are set against themselves in our ‘real’ world though, and shades of grey get piled upon any idea more complicated than the sun coming up or an apple falling from a tree.  Language is lost, definition abandoned, logic muddled and motive made suspect.  Confrontation is compounded because we’ve blinded ourselves to another’s approach.  Ultimately we are as right per se, as the real, living world allows.  And ultimately it is the real, living world that waits in the distance as our impartial judge and jury.

Now, if we can only agree on this so-called ‘real’ world ;)





supply and demand

1 08 2011

This article by Shelia Pratt in the Edmonton Journal the other day got me thinking …not so much about the plight of the Somali emigrants or the transition some face when coming to a new part of the country (which is important and meaningful stuff to be sure!) but instead about drugs, gangs and drug related violence.  What exactly is it that we are trying to ‘fix’ in these situations?  Sure, drugs are bad.  Gangs are bad too.  Fighting over drugs and territory leads to deaths and future violence …common sense.  What we seem to miss though is that drugs serve a purpose.  Ditto for gangs; they’re both filling holes.

Drugs fill ‘happy’ holes.  They give us that ‘something’ we don’t get in our un-drugged lifestyle.  Going after the pushers and dealers somewhat ignores the more important fact that us ‘regular’ people desire their services.  We’re the ones who keep them in business.  It’s supply and demand basically, and rather than addressing the reasons for us wanting drugs in the first place, we conveniently skip over our own shortcomings and look to the dealers …it’s their fault we want what they’ve got.  But it’s not them though, it’s us.  When was the last time you met a dealer whose livelihood depended on making a non-drug user want drugs?  It doesn’t happen because they don’t care.  If you’re not interested in what they’ve got, they won’t spend another minute trying to convert you.  They’re not in the business of making people want drugs …they just pass them out.

Gangs on the other hand fill ‘family’ holes.  They give certain people a purpose, a community and a meaningfulness that they don’t get from the families they would normally relate with.  Gangs are that substitute family for those whose regular family isn’t quite what it should be.  That is to say; there’s something missing from it.  It could be anything, but ultimately it doesn’t provide enough …which is a big reason why people seek out gangs.  Kid-people typically; not getting the right attention from the family bringing them up …no matter what shape it may happen to take.

So there you go, drugs and gangs are bad.  People and families though …sad.  It’s so much easier to blame others.  It’s easier to look for an excuse than it is to admit there’s a problem.  I don’t believe it’s a ‘traditional vs modern’ conflict either.  The problem it seems is not just admitting that there’s an issue, but coming to an understanding that there’s always going to be an issue …and that’s just what life is.  Issues. All sorts, too.

Maybe it’s time to own up to them?








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