Believing the impossible

Maybe I'm alive because a whole bunch of mysteries came together

Maybe I’m alive because a whole bunch of mysteries came together. Still, I prefer to be alive in a world I don’t completely understand, rather than completely understand a world that is so simple that it has room for neither life nor thought.

This fall in Norway, one of our leading intellectuals wrote a short essay in Norway’s leading “conservative” newspaper (for Scandinavian values of conservative, where Bill Clinton would fit right in). She referred to a question she had got from a journalist, about how she as a modern, top-educated Norwegian woman, could be a Catholic. She had replied: “Your question shows your prejudices”, and the journalist became agitated.

So did the readers of the essay. The comments are a sight to behold: “You believe in thousands of years old fairy tales”, “You believe that a man walked on water and you drink his blood, I cannot take seriously anything you say about anything”, “Christianity and especially Catholicism is the worst thing that has happened to humanity”. This kind of thinking is actually very normal among leftists, certainly it is the norm among those I know. They seem to fantastically imagine that they alone don’t live in a fantasy world.

Rather my message today is that all humans, ever, have believed in the impossible, and all humans now alive do so as well. We just believe in different kinds of impossibilities.

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One fellow, with whom I share several interests, told me that not only does he not have a soul, he also does not have a mind. He just has a brain, and it does all that we usually call him, all on its own. This is a pretty extreme case, but it is the basic belief of all materialists, even those who don’t like to talk about it. There is no free will, you can read frequently in popular science magazines. It has been scientifically proven that free will doesn’t exist. So I guess those folks who work for the magazines are simply doing this in an instinctual attempt to survive and reproduce. That would explain so much! No, not really. It is more like the years when science had explained that bumblebees could not fly, but the bumblebees hadn’t read it and kept flying. (We now know how they do it, by the way.)

But just as I think I am talking with a slab of meat, it gets weirder. It is not just the soul that doesn’t exist, neither does the body! Most obviously, atoms enter and leave every cell of the body at a frenetic rate. Most of our bodies are actually replaced in weeks rather than years. Although it is not impossible that some atoms may remain (or have returned) even after many years, they are certainly not enough to give you any kind of identity. And not only are the cells renewed: Most of them die and are replaced gradually. Even in your brain, cells die off over time, but it turns out that new ones show up as well. (Stem cells in the brain were only discovered a decade or so ago, so older textbooks may not have this.)

It should have been needless to say, but the atoms do not change in any way when they become part of your body, or when they become part of a living being in general. They are the same, and they obey their few and simple laws slavishly. They bond with other atoms to attain the optimal number of electrons in their outer electron “shell” or “cloud”. Some atoms need only share one electron with others to be complete, while others need up to four.  Carbon is one of the most social of them all, and so all known life has a decent amount of carbon in it. But that does not mean carbon is alive or has any choice about which atoms it will bond with. It simply follows the law of electromagnetism, completion by sharing electrons. In other words, life does not exist either.

It is bad enough that your mind, your body and life itself don’t actually exist. It hardly gets better by the fact that matter doesn’t exist either. The atoms, despite their name (a-tomos, non-divisible) are almost completely empty. The electrons don’t circle around the nucleus like planets either, the way our grade school physics books told us. Rather, they simply have a certain probability of being at a certain place at a certain time. But less known is the fact that this applies to the nucleus as well. It is composed of smaller particles (protons and neutrons) which again are composed of quarks which are down in the probability level of quantum physics along with the electrons. While they certainly have a higher probability of being somewhere than elsewhere, it is far from absolute. And in any case, the overwhelming majority of the volume of an atom has an extremely low probability of containing any particle whatsoever. It is almost completely empty, and what is there at all, is in constant flux.

In fact, subatomic particles that don’t exist, often show up anyway. Because of variations in the null energy in vacuum, electrons and positrons can suddenly pop into existence on borrowed energy, and then disappear again a moment later, paying back the energy. Some believe this is what happened to the universe, which itself started at a subatomic size. Perhaps it came into existence on borrowed energy, and when this falls due, it simply disappears. It is hard to know, since we haven’t seen it happen yet. On the other hand, we have seen the opposite scenario: Actual particles temporarily cease to exist, and then pop back into existence on the other side of a barrier.

So basically, you don’t exist, and you have no choice in whether you believe in this or not. Not only do your mind and your body not exist, neither does the visible world in which you make your rounds, or the starry sky above you. Things that exist sometimes take vacations from doing so, and the same goes for nonexistent things.

Some 95% of the universe is now assumed to consist of “dark matter” and “dark energy”, so named not just because they aren’t visible, but we also don’t know what they are. There are some theories about what “dark matter” may be, but for “dark energy”, we only know that it probably is there because the equations require it. Normally in school when this happened, my teacher would tell me to go back and do the equations again, but the brightest human minds have done so for a while and come to the same conclusion.

It is possible that the brightest human minds (which, I need to remind you, don’t actually exist) are not all that bright after all, and we really don’t understand reality and never will. But if that happens, believers will be the last to stop trying. For we believe we are created in the image of the Creator, and that our minds are adequate to the Absolute and the Complete, and will never be fully satisfied with less. So what if God does not exist? Neither do we, but since when has that stopped any of us?

We all believe in the impossible. But which impossibility do you believe in? One fit for humans, or one only for scientific measuring devices? Poetry or binary? Or some of each?

“Your question reveals your prejudices.” We could not live if we only believed in what we can understand. We don’t even know how we can decide to get up in the morning, but most of us eventually get up anyway. We have to live on, and we do so by believing in the impossible. Not just I, but you too.

LeanBack 2.0

Title picture from Economist slideshow: LeanBack 2.0

Lean Back 2.0 – the written word undergoes a phase change?

Meme of the week, at least for some of us, is “LeanBack 2.0” – not a software product, thank goodness, with that embarrassing name, but a concept by The Economist Magazine, in a slideshow that has made its rounds on the net.

The “lean back” part refers to the traditional leisurely approach to reading, where people would read in a good chair, in bed, during long travels and other times when they had time on their hands. The leaning back in a good chair was contrasted to the leaning forward in the office chair in front of the computer, where we consumed (and sometimes produced) content on the Web.

The 2 part comes from the rapid spread of reading tablets: Amazon’s Kindle, B&N’s Nook, Apple’s iPad and Google’s Android tablets. These reading slates are largely used like books in the sense that you hold them in your hands, read them in a chair or in bed etc. But at the same time, they are similar to the Web in that you can view many different sources on one device. Statistics gathered by The Economist  show that users of reading tablets differ from both of the previous groups, while having some similarities to each.

Perhaps most notable: Tablet readers tend to read in-depth articles, and prefer long texts to newsclips and soundbites.

Is this a result of the technology, does it change the behavior of those who use it? Or is it rather that this technology attracts a specific type of users? I have an opinion on that, of course, being not only a more or less daily user of the Galaxy Tab, but also having predicted the rise of the datapad ten years before the iPad and Galaxy Tab appeared (the Kindle and Nook came a little earlier but were more specialized).  I think those who have followed my ramblings here will realize that I have always liked “walls of text” if they seem to have a point.

But it is not impossible that these devices may “enable” a behavior that was discouraged in the Age of the Web. It certainly looks like Amazon’s Kindle, at least, has caused a surge in book reading not only in America, but around the world wherever it is shipped. Kindles are still running like a river out of the factory, a million or more of them each week! That’s one for every family in one of the world’s large cities, in just a week. And the people who have bought a Kindle, start buying more books than they did before they had it. Intriguingly, they don’t just substitute e-books for paper books. They actually buy more books, and spend more money on books, than before.

I strongly believe this is a good thing, overall. Not all books are good, but people reading books is generally a good thing. As an online friend reminds us in her signature: “Wicked people never have time for reading. It’s one of the reasons for their wickedness.” (Quote from Dewey Denouement: The Penultimate Peril)

This is one of those “the future has already begun” things that I sometimes write about. Five years ago, I was still regarded as a bit of a gadget freak because I read books on my mobile phone. Now, e-books are rapidly outselling both hardcover and paperbacks. It is a tide rising, changing things gradually but irresistibly. But as the presentation says: We had centuries to get used to the printed page, a few decades to get used to the Web; these new changes take place in months.

It’s the end of the world as we know it – and I feel good enough to lean back, at least.

Walking away from Skyrim?

"One does not simply walk away from Skyrim"

“One does not simply walk away from Skyrim” – picture commemorating the scene in Lord of the Rings where it is said, “One does not simply walk into Mordor”.  Unless I misremember, that was more or less what happened.

I’ve had a lot of fun with Skyrim, and could probably continue that way for some hours a day for the rest of my natural lifespan. That, however, would not be a good idea. I am more mature now than I was during the years spent in Daggerfall. There is more sense of urgency in my life. Not in an outward way, I don’t really have any ambitions in this world in the form of career, family or prestige. I mean inwardly, the transformation of the soul.

Also my precious few readers. I want to be here for you, of course. ^_^

The dissonance between the violence and sorcery and other hellish things in that lower world on one hand, and on the other hand the life and thoughts of the saints I am studying, well, something has to give. I may or may not return to the game for one reason or another (the screenshots for example) but right now, I’m starting to walk out of Skyrim, following the light.

A failed attempt

I have tried repeatedly to write an entry about a topic that is sensitive to many people (though I don’t feel that way personally). Despite the time I have spent on it, I have not had the conscience to publish any of my attempts. This is simply to inform you why the entry isn’t there.

Why education?

A forced training facility for boys and girls!

A forced training facility for young boys and girls! The Shugogetten, an ancient protector spirit, discovers a modern high school and decides it must be razed to the ground for the good of the poor prisoners. I am sure some of them would agree.

These days, most people go to school for a dozen years or more. And yet many have never given much thought to why we are receiving all this education. What is the purpose of education? What is education good for?

When we are small, we go to school because we are told to do so, and because everyone else does. Also, if the school is even reasonably good, it satisfies a natural instinct in children: Curiosity. (It also satisfies their social instinct – children, and many adults, get very uncomfortable if there are not other people around, preferably several other people.) It is also pretty obvious that reading and writing are useful skills, reading especially. Even comic books become better when you can read the speech bubbles!

At the other end of the long corridor of education, when you approach college, you probably have a specific career in mind. And even if it is not very specific, you probably believe that higher education improves your chance to get a job at all, but especially a well paid one. So a good many people see higher education as an investment: You spend time and money in the hope of earning more later, and (perhaps not least) get a job that is interesting and has social status, rather than hauling parcels at some warehouse for the next forty years or more.

And that’s where it usually stops, it seems to me. But that is to underestimate the value of education, and to miss one of its main purposes. Education, properly understood, aims to make us human.

That is not to say that we are not born human. But our human potential is to a large degree just that, potential. A child raised by wolves is actually highly unlikely to build a city (contrary to legend) or indeed experience any of the joys of civilization. Culture is mankind’s attempt to answer that terrible question that arose some time in the dimly lit prehistory, when a human first lifted its face, looked around, and thought: “I exist! And I know it! OMG what am I going to do with this discovery?”

Since then, the fact that we can think has been a constant source of trouble, and to this day some highly respectable friends of mine sit down regularly trying NOT to think, a process known as meditation. But if that was the sole purpose of meditation, then trees and stones would have us beat already at the starting line. Rather, in meditation we seek to reclaim our selves from the myriad distractions that draw and quarter us, consume us and scatter our ashes while we are still alive. Its purpose is to make us whole, a word related to both “healthy” and “holy”.

Now seems a good time to ask what side our education stands in this. Does it make us whole, healthy and holy (inviolate)? Or does it scatter us, pull us from side to side or to different sides at the same time, distract us,  confuse us, remove us from our very selves?

This is not a rhetorical question, although sometimes it may seem so. Education can work in either of those two directions. And as we grow older, each of us has more and more responsibility for making sure we truly benefit from our education.

The philosopher James V. Schall has written a book to this effect, saying in its subtitle “How to acquire an education while still in college”, without too much irony.  In the rush to become high-earning adults, it is easy to forget the curiosity that made our heart beat strongly on our way to our first school day all those years ago. And not all have been privileged with teachers who protected that flame of curiosity, fed it without overwhelming it, and encouraged us to eat knowledge and grow rather than just carrying it on our back as an ever heavier burden.

I might finish this with a brilliant conclusion, but that would defeat the purpose of writing it. Rather, this is the time for my thoughts to step aside so yours can emerge. If you are undertaking an education, or even educating others, it is time to ask yourself: Are you gathering or scattering?Are you building, and if so, what? Are you growing, and if so, who will you be when you are grown?

Spiritual fantasy

Angelic schoolgirl from Japanese anime

In Japan, this genre is fairly common. Not so much in rural Norway.

I realize that the random visitor may think all the world’s religions are “spiritual fantasies”, but that is not what I am talking about here. Rather, I mean a literary genre that perhaps does not yet exist.  I see it as distinct from “supernatural fantasy”, which is quite common and has seen an explosion in popularity after years of vampire stories on TV. Spiritual fantasy, on the other hand, would be more like the animated movies of Ryuho Okawa (Happy Science), blending religious concept and general fiction. Several angel-centered TV series probably would fall in the same category, but I have trouble finding books in this genre.

That said, I am dabbling in it myself, so it may be for my own good that I don’t have any obvious forerunners. Or just don’t notice them. (C.S. Lewis could qualify, actually, but his well-loved works are more a spiritual message in a fantasy setting, I think.)

This week I am rebooting my Blue Light story, and it is a full reboot. It is not even blue anymore! Also, this time I write my first draft in New Norwegian, my mother tongue. It is something I do very rarely: It is at least a couple years since last time, if I remember correctly, and only the second time in  a decade or more.

I find it strangely liberating to write in my native language. Today my vocabulary is actually larger in English, and especially in topics such as those I am writing about. But I was not really trilingual until my late teens, so thinking in English is an adult thing for me. I wonder if I can draw on my childhood creativity better by using my childhood language. On the other hand, my childhood creativity was… extreme. I think my surviving family members can attest to that.

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The basic concept of “Tone frÃ¥ Himmelen” (Melody from Heaven) is very similar to Blue Light: Boy meets girl; boy notices that girl is glowing; girl protects her secret by inducting boy into her spiritual world.

The “world of the mind” concept is largely unchanged. It is a real world that exists in parallel with the physical world, and which spiritually advanced souls can enter while leaving their bodies behind. In the World of the Mind, you can do whatever you can imagine yourself doing, within the constraints of your Brightness.  Each soul has a particular Brightness or amount of Light that determines its power in the World of the Mind, and it is immediately obvious to everyone who meets another there. A bright soul can easily cause objects to come into existence for all to see, in the World of the Mind. Obviously they cannot take these objects with them back into the bodily world.

In Blue Light, as the name implies, both of the characters were pure blue, the color of human thought. In this reboot, however, the girl is Red (the color of Justice and miracles) and the boy is probably Silver (the color of Science and progress). This makes for a different character dynamic.

Also in Blue Light, the boy and the girl were Soul Mates and learned that they had been married in their previous life, having promised at the end of their life together that they would be husband and wife again in their next life. But that was 400 years ago, and they did not really feel that way in this life. The girl found him immature and perverted, and he found her snobbish and overly critical. The conflict between their current feelings and their ancient soul bond was a big part of the plot (such plot as there was).

In Tone, there is no such bond. Being of different color, the two of them are not Soul Mates. They just happen to be spiritually advanced souls in young and inexperienced bodies and minds, discovering by accident this time that together they can enter the World of the Mind, something neither of them can do alone.  And while the high school boy still has some problems with chastity, it is not that big stone wall between them that it was in Blue Light. And of course, being Just Friends is a lot easier than being Soul Mates.

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The name of the new story is taken from a line of a beautiful Christmas song that I have enjoyed recently. In my native New Norwegian it goes like this:
Tider skal koma,
tider bort skal kverva,
ætt skal fylgja ætt på rad.
Aldri skal tagna
tonen frå himlen.

(Times shall come, times shall vanish, generation shall follow generation. Never shall fall silent the melody from Heaven.)

For those who have Spotify, I actually linked to a similar version of this song a few days ago. Let me link it again: “Fager er Jorda” on Spotify.

In Norwegian, “tone” literally means a musical note, but poetically tune or melody, also metaphorically the way something is said, such as jokingly or seriously, which can sometimes lend a completely different meaning to the same words. Tone also happens to be a fairly common Norwegian woman’s name. It may or may not be a coincidence that Melody is a female name in English – the naming tradition in the two languages is very different, and the name Tone has been common in Norway well before we aligned with the English-speaking world and started learning their language.

I used to have a friend named Tone for a while, and while the “never shall fall silent” part may have been more noticeable than the “from Heaven” part for those who lived with her, I rather liked her. So hearing the song again, I suddenly thought “That would be a great name for a girl from the six-dimensional Realm of Light.”

I also want to thank my color-changing LED light bulb. It is an amazing invention. Not very useful, compared to other light bulbs, but inherently awesome. I mean, it is a light bulb that can change its colors constantly or only when asked to. It’s like living in the 21th century! Wait, we are living in the 21th century, although I lived most of my life elsewhen. So I enjoy it. Also when it slowly cycles through its hundreds of colors, I like to watch it an think: “This is the color of Justice, this is the color of the Law, this is the color of Harmony, this is the color of Thought, this is the color of Reverence”.

Growing in wisdom?

"I don't really understand love yet..."

I don’t really understand love yet… and probably none of us do, to its fullest extent. But we can live and learn.

It is obvious that small children understand less than older children, and these less than adults. But at some time in their life, many people stop growing in their understanding, or at least their growth slows down to a snail’s pace. This does not need to be so. It is possible to keep growing for as long as the brain remains healthy, possibly a little longer.

Let me first mention the difference between knowledge and understanding. It is true that we need to first know. We cannot understand simply out of thin air. We need to know the various things involved in what we try to understand.  But just knowing lists of facts is not enough. We also need to know how they relate to other things.

You may say that bare facts are like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. If we have too few of them, we are unlikely to get any of them to fit together. But even if we have gathered a large heap of puzzle pieces, we still don’t have the picture until we put them together.

I used to play with jigsaw puzzles when I was small, and I recognize that feeling of excitement when the pieces began to come together, and a new piece suddenly made a bunch of them connect. It is a feeling I have met again later in life, in other situations.

This understanding or insight of how things fit together is wonderful and a great step toward wisdom, but it is not yet the real thing. We first have to test it in real life. It is possible to have insight in many things, but they do not become very useful until we have tested them. It is at this point that we flesh out our understanding. It goes from a two-dimensional picture to a three-dimensional sculpture, so to speak. This takes its time. But if we have got the picture right the first time, time and practice will bring the finished work into being.

You can say that if you build a house and the blueprint is completely wrong, there will be no house at all in the end, just a jumble of materials. So to have the right picture is important. But the picture is no place to stop.

I speak in comparison here, of course. I don’t mean that insight is literally an image. There are other ways to say this too. But I like this comparison, it goes a long way to make these words understandable. Knowledge, understanding, wisdom. You have to start in the correct corner.

We can learn details and we can learn the big picture. Both of these are necessary. We need a big overview, an idea of what the world is and how it fits together. But no matter how long we live, we can always find more pieces that show details inside the picture, and pieces that extend it at the edges. It is a puzzle that is not complete in a lifetime. But we can see many great things in our puzzle picture even so. And continuing to grow is so worth it! A lot of problems become much smaller when we understand their place.

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For instance, most of my fellow Norwegians have more money than I, and live in a slightly higher degree of luxury:  A bigger home, a car, usually a vacation home, or otherwise going on vacations far abroad. These things cost money, and so they worry a lot. If they lived within their means, they would have other worries, but they would not have the added worry of sinking into debt even though they work overtime. So they complain. Can I tell them that they will be less worried if they live a simpler life and buy less unnecessary things?  I suppose I could, but it would have no effect. This is not a knew piece of knowledge that I can add to their heap of puzzle pieces. They already have it, but they cannot see it.

It is like that with many things. There are things I don’t know yet, and there are things I know but have not put into the picture, and there are things I have seen but not yet shaped into life. The picture has not become flesh, so to speak. So I can continue to grow in wisdom for the rest of my life, or until the brain starts unraveling, whichever comes first.

 

Asocial games?

"To make friends, you need games!"

“To make friends, you need games!” Sorry, Yozora, but it is not quite that simple.

For some months now I have been playing browser games, sometimes called “Facebook games” since that is where these got their breakthrough. (I play them on Google+ though, since it has a separate games stream so people don’t need to see them if they don’t participate in such games.) Another name for these I have seen is “social games”. I would contest that.

Admittedly my experience is only with two of these games, City of Wonder and Cityville. These two fall into the “builder” genre and should in theory appeal to the more constructive player, although CoW does have a tiny element of combat (which is optional, not animated, and causes no permanent damage to the loser). The interaction with Google+ friends is entirely positive, consisting in giving gifts and helping out. So far, so good.

The first thing I notice is that most players only stay a few days. This could simply be because the games are not that exciting. But there may also be another reason why the appeal fades quickly: The other players. With extremely few exceptions, everyone is focused only on receiving, not on giving. In that regard it is a reflection of the real world, I guess. But the result is that the games stream is a long row of requests which are largely ignored, since people only check on their own posts. There are at any time a small proportion that are reciprocal.

I am mildly amused that people really think this will work. You’d think most had grown up in a family of more than one person (at least most people have a mother or someone who fulfills that role) and would have learned that you are likely to achieve more by cooperating than by begging from people whom you otherwise ignore. (For the sake of the discussion, I will assume that the players are more than 10 years old. I guess before that, you may actually get away with that kind of behavior at home, if nowhere else.)

It may be that this is different if your fellow players are people you hang out with in real life. One would seriously hope so. But in that case, I am not sure what the social aspect is, since you could be more social with the same people elsewhere…

By the way, here’s a website for Google+ City of Wonder players where you can help random people with their wonders 30 times a day (the maximum the game allows) even if you have no friends in the game. All you need is the free Google+ account and a free CoW account, and you can make 30 random self-absorbed clueless people slightly happier at the cost of a few minutes of your precious lifetime. Just make sure you don’t get sucked into the game and become like them. ^_^

 

Christmas songs again

Chris from the anime Daa Daa Daa throwing a large Christmas tree

I used to pretty actively avoid anything related to Christmas. But…

Last year in December something strange happened: I began wanting to hear Christmas songs. I have never had a strong dislike for them, except the “holiday” songs that are so obviously genericked there is no meaning left, just feel-good words added to feel-good tunes. But I have not in my memory craved Christmas songs before, even in my childhood. Last year at this time I did. And this year it happened again.

What I crave is specifically the good old Christmas songs that my parents and grandparents knew, back when no one was worried that Christmas might offend the various other religions and degrees of lack thereof. Not that they necessarily are all “Hail Jesus”, although that is good too, but some of them are actually only tangentially related to Christmas as such.

There is just something heavenly about a good Christmas song. They feel similar to me as those pious Catholic books I mentioned yesterday. In a world where everything changes all the time, there are some things that deserve to be actively brought along from the past into the future.

This is what real conservatism is, of course, to conserve good things from the great procession of generations that have passed through this life ahead of us. I understand that in the USA, the word “conservative” has gotten a rather different meaning. Well, with the USA holding less than 5% of the world’s population, I’m afraid they can’t be allowed to define my words for me, especially now in the waning years of that once great nation.

So yeah, I guess my enjoyment of Christmas songs far older than I am means I have turned into a kind of conservative. But I am not a full-fledged Christmas conservative. I have no plans to buy a tree and decorate my home and bake cookies and arrange parties. And I may still spend Christmas Day in Skyrim, although it is not absolutely certain. At least Skyrim is sure to have snow! Perhaps I should replace the game’s music files with Christmas songs… Nah. I think some things are better separately.

Now that you have Spotify in America, you can perhaps hear some of my Christmas favorites! I am pretty sure all of these are older than my parents, probably much older. Obviously then, they are in Norwegian. You should still be able to get the feeling from them.

Det Hev Ei Rose Sprunge

Høy og Strå

Fager er Jorda