Greetings Heralds of the Lightning,
I hope the Downpressor Man hasn’t diminished your vitality of Spirit too much since we last spoke. As you’ve probably figured by now, every few weeks I use this blog as a forum where I can express my indignation at the ubiquitous injustice that accompanies the march of McWorld. Dunno what I hope to achieve, but I consider it sanity preservation therapy more than anything else. As I’ve come to realize, concepts are more rarefied in abstract and despite the real world significance, notions like drones using drones to kill people or the cell block as a 21st Century version of the auction block, are about as meaningful as considerations of wave/ particle duality to many engaged in the frenetic pursuits of the “real” world. Time simply permits no more than a general awareness of events not directly impacting one’s life.
For the kindred spirits of the blogosphere however, I thought I’d ignore the misdeeds of the miscreants today and try to sort some of the mush on my mind. Blogging after all is the last refuge of the introspective, and the verbose. The 5hr Energy horde descending on the world rarely engages in discourse that cannot be delineated in less than 120 characters. And it also seems that my lifetime has bore witness to the death of flowery, conflated writing, in favor of more direct, concise expression. Guess who didn’t get that memo?
Just as it’s impossible for one to really know what it’s like to be a bat, the subjectivity of experience makes it is impossible for one to know what it’s like to be another person. We must each progress from Zarathustra’s camel, to lion, to child, and this process of interior evolution is an individual one. The camel operates under the imposed burdens of another. Whether “Thou shalt not” or “This Bud’s for you,” the camel is governed by the dictates of exterior directives and must learn to govern its own mind. The lion is an assertive response to his burdened predecessor and seeks to impose his will upon the environment. Solipsism is his burden however, as the fulfillment of selfish objectives as the highest pursuit neglects the communal nature of human society. The final evolution of the child signifies a birth of an untainted consciousness viewing the world with novel wonder. The possibilities are bootstrapped with neither syntactic restraints nor limitation of thought.
Today it seems like the practice of rapidly shifting the focus of our conscious apparatus from one triviality to another has rendered us confused. This confusion thwarts the apprehension of the larger laws by which we are governed, which are the province of men to understand. To remedy this chaotic state and as an alternative to the barrage of digital media, I sometimes like to observe the interactions of the natural world. I think it helps to settle my mind and allows for inquiry. Whether spiders, birds, trees, or bees, I find the intelligence at work to be mind-boggling. Ant-watching is often more rewarding to the Voice of the Silence than an equivalent time spent on stylized violence and catty housewives.
While observing ants engaged in the painstaking process of colony building, I often wonder whether they possess an awareness of the superior law to which they must yield. Namely my objective for the space they inhabit. They proceed in intersecting queues, stopping briefly to exchange information, in a rather similar fashion to humans proceeding along the busy streets of an urban hub. Their industrious nature is unsurpassed however, as leisurely pursuits are not an adaptation of the consciousness at work in the class insecta. The ants possess no awareness of my planned avocado project until the soil is tilled and the underground fortress to which they have dedicated their time is laid to waste.
Unlike ants however, we can comprehend the larger scheme of which we are part. Yet we refuse to acknowledge a superior system until we are forced into reconciliation. It takes catastrophic oil spills and radiation leaks to spur our acknowledgement of the complex system of life of which we are only a thread. Why do humans just proceed along building our fortresses of ego until upended by consequence? I sometimes wonder whether this is a viral vestige. Viruses will multiply until the death of the host occurs, although that probably means their own demise.
Philosophers have argued that choice renders the human algorithm unsolvable. But is there choice? Is the human stage one of improv or are we executioners of scripted verse? I like to think that I possess a choice in the decisions I make, but ask yourself what do you really choose in your own lives? Choice may be debatable but I think that ample evidence exists to acknowledge the presence of a masterful pattern at work in the cosmos. Some say that any perceived scheme is merely the effect of pareidolia, namely the apprehension of a pattern where none exists. But I often wonder, how can one not perceive the pattern. The cycles of nature, the rotation of the planets, the omnipresence of Fibonacci spirals, a heavenly symphony of the spheres is on nightly display, all we need do is look. There are even patterns at work within the evolution of DNA.
The evolution of the human brain from less complex structures is a shift from less to more organization. Randomness implies that at each advance towards negative entropy, there exists an equal probability for reversal. This means that if something advances fortuitously, it is equally likely to be reversed at the next stage. Consider a sequential doubling series where 1 atom becomes 2, then 4, 8, 16, 32, 64… If this occurs with no regression, it means that the evolutionary trend of increasing complexity yielding a successful structure is not a random process. Chance expressly excludes this occurrence.
If this process were random, each adaptation would be vulnerable to collapse. The successful unification of processes denies the fortuitous adaptation argued by proponents of random mechanism. Else you would not be sitting at a computer reading the musings of a bar-stool philosophizer. I think it’s therefore quite safe for us to relegate the idea of evolution as a random process to the same status as the 6000 year theory of the earth – an impossibility.
Now if we take the advice of our friend Mr. Holmes and eliminate the impossible, what’s left? Well that’s for you to come up with. That’s the beauty of the thing, you’re free to reject or accept anything. I think conformist thinking has constrained this human experiment for far too long.