Thursday, July 31, 2014

My Qualms with the Politically Correct Movement.


My Qualms with the Politically Correct Movement.
 
I usually do not venture into politics, preferring to focus on philosophy, dream interpretation, mysticism, mythology, and, of late, science. As usual, though, I affirm the fringe, so here are my views.
1.       Socio-economic Disparity.
The argument is age-old. Are people victims or are they responsible?
It’s quite clear that there have been statistical studies showing that white people (like myself) tend to excel economically moreso than other groups.
Wait a moment. I just said white people like myself. There is a fallacy therein. But I will address that later.
 
Unless I am mistaken, and correct me if I am wrong, the nation was established essentially by fairly well-off people who moved to the America under the auspices of religious persecution – NOT so much hope of economic gain. These people would, in the words of George Carlin, “happen to be white.”
 
A good deal of the racial minority population would go on to move here, but under entirely different auspices.
That the majority tends to be the most successful by the standards of the culture comes as no surprise. This is a general rule in societies. This is all so why fringe beliefs are often marginalized or fit into existing stringent categories by members of any largely organized movement. But I digress.
African Americans came as slaves and struggled economically for a considerable time because of lingering racism and the strangeness with which people who were not African American met their liberation, to speak nothing of political motives. Many other minorities came from impoverished countries. They formed small communities that we have come to call ghettos.
 
If one is born into wealth, if one is educated in how to appear classy, and if one adopts the value systems of the dominator culture, it comes as no surprise that one succeeds. One would think that, over time, however, our great nation’s free enterprise system would be able to more or less equalize success amongst all racial groups, regardless even of cultural differences, leaving things like inter-racial marriage to even out the kinks.
Unfortunately, this is the most naive and idealized view of the American economic system that I can think of.
 
I have noticed a tendency for people who are very passionate but all so very biased to commit the fallacy of the excluded middle. This means: “If you do not believe in a systematic oppression as the cause for these statistics, then you MUST believe that people who are white and male just HAPPEN to be better, more skilled, or harder workers.”
Woah, there.
 
First of all: There is no direct correlation between one’s work ethic and skills and one’s economic success in our capitalist society. Education does not bring us up to think critically but to parrot information without questioning its meaning. Teachers, under protection of their rights, may feel no obligation to explain a difficult concept to a student outside of class hours. Within class hours, they may silence a student for interrupting the class with “time-wasting” questions. Few teachers I have known do more than anticipate that the student essentially learn how to parrot an ambiguous text in a text-book without paying heed to what it means. Tests are so formatted as to draw upon this reserve knowledge, and students may feel at liberty to forget what they had learned and any intellectual cognitive dissonance that might result once they had gotten the grade.
If I work as a cashier for eight months, essentially as a nameless middle-man between a group of consumers and a corporation whose chief product is valued for its uselessness (luxuries), I make more money than a struggling free-lance writer trying to publish a novel. This I can say from experience.
 
To exclude the middle is to forget that there are HISTORICAL reasons for socio-economic disparity. The perpetuators of this disparity in the present are the media and the political movements. Capitalism depends upon the creation of illusory class division which in turn becomes actual class division. Yet even this is in fact a naive oversimplification, because in the grand scheme of things there are only two classes: The American class and the Wealthy elite.
 
The media is saturated with racial stereotypes, romanticized depictions of ghettos, et cetera because it can market its products by appealing to a certain group. Group identification is all ways arbitrary. As the philosopher Jacques Derrida pointed out, there is no definite black person or definite white person. If anything, everyone is a part of the same spectrum, with no dividing lines in nature between one race and another. And his argument seems even more convincing when one meets the offspring of inter-racial couples. This is not a joke; it is actually the single most convincing argument I have heard against racism, because all though any one can makes a pathos appeal against the evils of racism, Derrida’s argument actually uses logos to explain the absurdity of NOT being racially colour-blind.
Martin Buber, the Jewish theologian, said that you can treat people as either belonging to the I-It category or the I-Thou category. True racial color blindness is not color blindness at all but rather a focus of attention on something that is not an arbitrary imposition of characteristics upon the object of one’s consciousness. This is absolutely nothing short of the basic decency with which one ought to treat not only all other people but the natural world as such. One can reduce the problem of racism to this: One reduces the other to an abstraction, a member of an arbitrary group. TO pay no attention to another’s It characteristics in this way, to regard the Other as a Thou, is, according to Buber, to see the face of God (in the words of Hugo).
 
2.       All of this would be very well if the Politically Correct movement KNEW what to do about it. But instead they perpetuate the problem. More than once I have noticed that society is a projection of the individual. No two people inhabit the same society, because everyone is in contact with different people. Jung, Sartre, Krishnamurti, and a number of other thinkers have pointed out this fact: You are society. Yet society is all so an illusory abstraction, and you are much more than that.
What the “guilty liberal” does is that he or she creates a kind of separation between the “problems of society” and his or her own involvement in it. This is the mentality: There IS racism in society, I am not responsible for it, but I must take action against it.
The pathos seems moving. In fact, it is self-defeating.
Anyone can speak of “oppression” as a vague political term, like “Terrorism”. Yet this is Orwellian language. The word “oppression” is meaningless outside of a context, and that context is all ways provided by the individual. The reason that there is so much anxiety and depression amongst members of a youth culture is this problem of communication and miscommunication, because they are unified in belief in an idea but fundamentally separated in its context.
Remarkably, the dominator culture that they rebel against suffers the same ill.
 
If society is a projection of one’s self, then any actual oppression that one can be aware of is either oppression that one is perceived to be a victim of or oppression that one oneself does to other people. Given this, if no oppression seems to exist in society, this indicates that the individual is probably in a state of relative harmony with others. It would suggest that one’s relationships are genuine, non-discriminating, and in the Thou mode as much as possible (though obviously, as Buber pointed out, one cannot be in that mode all the time. We oscillate between modes, but one all so participates through one’s decisions in the up-swings.).
 
Yet this is not what the Politically Correct movement wants you to think. Instead, they assert that, if you are a part of a privileged group, then you should note that “racial colour blindness” is simply a form of naive projection upon people who are in much worse conditions than one’s self of one’s own conditions. Meanwhile, if one is part of an “oppressed group” and one does not become “aware [of the ‘Truth’]” that one is being oppressed, then one is not only doing a disservice to one’s self but to all others in one’s group, even if one had not hitherto identified with the group as strongly as with members outside of it.
This is bad. Because all that it does is perpetuate the sense of division in the system created by monetary-ism.
 
What to do.
 
The economic system is collapsing, and with it will go many of our problems. We are on the verge of some transformation that will be truly extraordinary. I do not promise that it will be entirely “positive” by any existing definition. Yet I have faith in that Humanity will make the transition to a Resource-based Economy and use its scientific knowledge, technological skill, creative brilliance (in all disciplines, save for the most banal) and existing abundance to create a radically new human community. Most of the perceived “racial and gender oppression” in the United States comes to us in the form of economic statistics. I have met people who refuse to seek courses of action because of the “statistical odds against their success”. Yet this is madness. You are not a number. You are a person, and if you hate he statistics then don’t listen to them, for defining yourself as a member of a group according to an abstract number will in turn perpetuate the problem you perceive by worsening morale.
 
We cannot control individual choice when people are in any sort of bureaucratic power. But a resource-based economy, as distinct from a Capitalistic, Marxist, or any other hitherto seen society, would rid us of bureaucracies and power structures in general.
 
In the mean time, it is important to note the difference between abstraction and reality. The word “oppression” only has meaning in an individual case history. Yet no one can pass judgment upon your ethical behavior other than yourself, at least according to De Beavoir’s Ethic of Ambiguity. This is because any outsider could easily judge you to be unethical according to his or her own agenda. This in turn is a form of oppression. Ad hominem attacks upon individuals who are “privileged” won’t help. Rugged individualism never helps. We must get out of the habit of seeing ourselves and others as objects and respect the power of human subjectivity. Fanaticism will only create Fascism.
 
3.       I do not identify myself as white. When I came to the United States, I had only lived in apartments. The first time my family lived in a house was when I was in the fifth grade.
Personally, it was totally overrated. I liked to keep the company of my fellow young people. We would play games in the winding snake-like labyrinths of the apartment complex. We would not notice each other’s differences, and the words of adults meant little to us. That was until for about the fifth year in a row we had had to learn about the history of American slavery.
 
When I was in Elementary school, a girl asked me what my religion was. I asked what religion was. Someone else asked if I celebrated Christmas or Channukah. I said Christmas. In truth, my family had traditionally celebrated the New Year in place of Christmas. But since my parents did not want to explain to me what the word “Christmas” meant and why people would put circular, doughnut-shaped bushes on their doors six days prior to the New Year, we adopted the American capitalist habit.
 
For a short while, I thought I was Christian, because that was what I was told. I all so was told that I was white. Had I not been born in the European part of Russia, maybe I would have insisted that I was Asian America. But my parents had more of a say in this matter than I did, and a child does not see fit to complain except in personal emergencies. So I went through middle school as a “want-to-be Asian” because of my attraction to Asian women in my honors classes.
 
It took me a long time to identify myself as Russian. That was because the system of political correctness in the Educational system and Mass Media on television nearly squashed the Russian pride out of me. Yet that was with my consent. It was very well, though. I kept a diverse group of friends. It was not until I saw how much my ethnic background affected my views, customs, and even speech that I embraced it again. Yet I have met a young man of Mayan descent who did not want to talk about it, a young man who was Native American but only mentioned it in his poetry, and even one of my best friends from high school, living in San Francisco, who got upset when I pointed out that I thought that she had a markedly Confucianist influence in her approach to things. Mind you: She actively practiced traditional Asian medicine, and I had been around her parents.
 
The PoC kids would say that it serves me right. But the matter is not one of individual guilt. I recall acting as a judge at a Speech and Debate tournament and listening to a moving speech made by a young Asian girl who talked about how Americanisation tempted her to forget her culture and to stop using her home language. She pointed out with the breath-stopping brilliance that I have come to expect of everyone but can really only find in Speech and Debate that the death of a language is the death of a culture.
 
And yet, all though I understand that it’s your individual choice whether or not to identify with your heritage, I am vilified for raising questions about people’s cultural back-grounds. And this is said with good intentions!
 
When I visited China Town in San Francisco years ago, simply being in the presence of a Chinese restaurant entirely transformed my thinking and brought me closer to my core. This “core” is not a Taoist or Buddhist idea; it is universal. Yet the latent Fascism of political correctness would efface this core by claiming equality. Yet this is NOT the equality of the I-Thou relationship.
 
I still visit China Town, I have just realized, in my dreams time and time again.
 
Dm.A.A.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

On Sheldrake, Fluidity, and the future of Physics.


On Sheldrake, Fluidity, and the future of Physics.

 

The only evidence I have found for Rupert Sheldrake’s theory of a law-less Universe and the only evidence I could need or hope for is that it’s the only view of Physics that, once entertained, has improved my aim.

 

This is not ‘merely’ anecdotal. It is in fact the most immediate, reliable evidence a human being can hope for.

 

Traditional physics does not benefit Athletes or Artists; it only improves the performance of Mathematicians and Engineers.

 

The only reason to vilify the anecdotal is that my experience is not that of an engineer. Yet that is a terrible reduction.

 

Technology is a form of Power.

For its ends, we need a Physics (and therefore a discipline of Physics) that follows stringent Laws.

 

Yet the human individual is not a machine. That view originated in the nineteenth century with the intent of employing the human being as one.

 

We therefore need a view of Science which is not oppressive. Since any ‘Truth’ that is available to inter-subjectivity depends at least in part upon the capacity to represent the world in an image in a word or set of words that can indicate the world, all Truth reflects, inextricably (except where it is deeply individual, and therefore perhaps non-verbal) both the culture and the subjectivity of the speaker.

There is no ‘objective Science’ to take the throne of the usurped Power God of antiquity.

 

The Athlete responds to a changing environment without thinking to link one moment to another. But the stringent theorist hoards reality in abstractions that carry the illusory quality of constancy and obscure the fluidity of the world.

This needs to change. We must transcend and include.

 

Dm.A.A.

On Science.


On Science.

 

The Scientific Frame of Reference cannot provide an Ethic. Science can only provide Means and unresolved ‘Facts’. Even should we value a scientific theory as ‘fact’, an Is cannot create an Ought.

 

Dm.A.A.

 

For something to be ‘Scientific’, it must only sound Scientific.

 

Dm.A.A.

 

No degree of put-downs by members of the Scientific Community who gain publicity can change the standing fact that Science Cannot Provide a Truth. The Technological impulse predates Modern Science according to History. Had we a different frame of reference available to Consciousness by which to understand, explain, and justify the development of technology, would it work for us?

Arguably yes, because so ancient an impulse would probably be rooted in the Unconscious.

 

Dm.A.A.

 

I am interested in the truth, and these familiar plaints unsettle me deeply. Numbers and pictures all one will probably! not satisfy me.

 

Dm.A.

On Derrida.


On Derrida.

 

Derrida’s logocentrism has one central, de-bunking enemy: The ineffability of immediate experience.

Since very early childhood, I have struggled with not so much my most intimate experiences as my inability to describe them.

 

The very incompetence on my part in this respect evidences that these experiences could not have originated in language, because were they the products of language then I would have presumably found the words to describe them. There seems to have been in my life an inverse relationship betwixt the capacity to describe things and to experience them. This is the dichotomy of Directed Thought and Non-directed Thought. Our language is malleable; the Truth is not.

How had this escaped Ali? Well, as an extravert , he would naturally be driven more by the object of his consciousness than his own objectivity.

What motive could exist to recount one encounter to another person? The second person would simply become the next experience, submerging the former. The Judging Preferable would lead to such an over-valuation of this Conscious process that the vague corners of the psyche revealed from Unconsciousness by Intuition would be forgotten.

 

Dm.A.A.

 

Derrida’s view of Love, as expressed in the film Derrida (however tentatively), is that Love is most pure when it is directed towards another unconditionally and without justification. Such justification would come in the form of a description. Yet the function of Art is to express the inexpressible. So: An expression of Love in terms of characteristics would be the involving of Art in Love. Every Thou is bound to become an It, which again becomes a Thou.

 

Dm.A.A.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Revelatory Dream.


 

 

The dream must have involved an Under Ground rail-road that borrowed images from several games: Atlantis: The Lost Empire (The Fire Trial), Spyro the Dragon, Ripto’s Rage: The level I imagined in a dream to be Ripto’s level, Jak and Daxter III: The Catacombs, Harry Potter (Gringotts), and perhaps A Bug’s Life and/or Cliff Town in the original Spyro.

 

Yet it culminated in what seemed like a three-layer Cake the colour of this custard morning and treading the in-between betwixt Dream and Awakeness.

 

Prior to explaining these last three dreams, wherein I was part-asleep and part-INTP, I should mention that these things all so happened:

 

                Palomar College.

                The train station.

                Driving about some place like San Marcos by car. I must have been the passenger seat.

 

                Now: The layer-cake.

 

1.       Wandering about down Avenida Venusto, where I would usually go with Pumpkin and where I met Parham Gholami that first time that we walked, (just beyond the inter-section) I encountered some peculiar thing, I think in the crux of a tree, that served either to prove a desperate point I had or to spell some impending doom, if not both.

I later found a drum-stick with something at its end that was bent like the head of a crochet-pin. It resembled a beak, as in a parrot.

 

2.       I was arguing with K. He was in my house, in the kitchen, I think. He and I were disputing the ‘facts’ that an M.R.I. can trace any kind of brain activity you could think of.

I must have abstained from using the argument I had used in Waking Life:

That simply because one can monitor the activity that does not mean that the origin of water, even though one could monitor in much the same way the heat of the faucet, which will depend upon the heat of the water but not necessarily be the cause for the water’s heat).

 

A heated argument broke out. I denied out-rightly the empirical evidence of the M.R.I. I said that the sense organs lie. I might even have said as early as this: The brain could be conical for all we know and we wouldn’t know. It is not divided into ‘parts’ by nature; we simply lend it those distinctions. The mind imposes its categories upon reality and simulates it.

No one observer is unprejudiced.

We can observe activity in the brain, but the distinction of which ‘region’ of the brain it occurs in is thus arbitrary. I was shouting Now. We buy into a shared delusion and hallucination because to have a contradictory hallucination would deem us Crazy. The mind filters these alternate worlds out and leaves them unconscious.

Kresten’s demeanour was infuriatingly calm and self-assured. Then, like a decisive slap in the face, he said:

‘Well, guess what? The doctor is going to take care of me.’*

And that was the end of conversation and Episode.

3.       The third part took place in a space akin to Christopher’s blank wind-space from third grade. The only distinguishing characteristic was the intrusive morning light that I usually welcome and that Kresten so dreads.

The presence of a Thinker was Dubious.

But there were Thoughts.

Conclusions:

                The brain is in fact a cone.

                Our sensory data would evidence this, could it reach the Mind.

The Mind and the Senses are out of accord. A bureaucracy exists between them that is marked by mis-communication.

The mind only pays attention to the Encultured View. The Senses try to communicate the Conical nature of the brain to the mind, but they lack the words to do so.

Words belong to Culture.

All experience is intellectually intersubjective takes place in the Mind.

It is hard to say whether this was all a part of the Dream or simply my thoughts upon waking. Is there even a difference? Where does the Ocean end and the wet-sand begin?

                Dm.A.A.

*Paraphrased.2

 

If this were true, it would invalidate all arguments against it. One could freely posit ‘different parts of the mind’ without fear of legitimate reproof from neuro-science, for it would evidence if not the fallacy of neuro-science then its fallibility. The inquiry would be culturally relative. If adopting an old mythological way of viewing the Mind, Body, and Soul – such as the Hindu or Native American way – has merit even in opposition to Scientific ideology, (based in Cartesianism) then so does this.

One can speak freely of ‘parts of the mind’ in an attempts to understand one’s self without appealing to the shelter of an Outside Opinion. The truly poetic is so vague that science does not even offer answers to the most ambiguous and deep appetites of the Soul, preferring to discuss the vague as delusional. This I have seen in the attitudes of researchers. If a shared hallucination such as the Sighting of the Virgin Mary could be dismissed as the superstitious projections upon random phenomena by the members of a culture with a binding religious world-view, and if this kind of thing is barely different from the phenomenon of shared dreaming, then not only does the attempts to clear away the Mystery create more questions (by affirming Shared Dreams), but all so the same could be said of all Scientific research and peer review.

If the answers provided by the Unconscious and interpreted by Consciousness awake that child-like spirit of wondrous Doubt, then not only can they be said from a pragmatic angle to ‘work’ but they surpass those models created arbitrarily by Consciousness alone.

And the Unconscious cannot be denied in its power, not only because of things like Shared Dreams, Premonitions, and Hallucinations, but all so because the very aim of Science must be the unveiling of That Which is Unknown: The Unconscious.

 

                                                                                                Dm.A.A.

 

2. ‘Seeing a doctor’ could mean two things:

1. On the surface, it lends Science an authority by the presence of Doctors.

Doctors are owed to the study of Medicine. Thus pragmatism lends Science value.

2. It lends Doctors an authority by the presence of Science.

                ‘Woah.

                For a moment there

                I might have started thinking

                for myself.

 

                I would see a doctor.’

               

Dm.A.A.

 

Kresten’s fears of going Crazy are assuaged by yet manifested in his Faith in Science. I saw however a maddening fervor for Science in his eyes last night that actually made Me worried for my Sanity and his.

 

Could Science be the Traitor?

 

For K., it very well might be. But I should not rush to judge. It’s his call.

Dm.A.A.

Do Theories Need Evidence?


Do Theories Need Evidence?

 

It was Shestov that pointed out that the habit of providing evidence as a way of validating theories was arbitrary. Yet in this modern day it seems prevalent, and this worries me. To quote one other philosopher before delving into this, “There are no facts. Only opinions.” Could one not presume therefore, entering the inquiry at this junction, that the people who provide the most evidence for something are in fact simply the most opinionated?

Hume’s Skepticism indicates that if something can be conceived of, it is a possibility. This makes sense if one regards the process of inquiry and consideration itself an experience. Which it seems inadvertently to be. The line between what is imagined and what is seen truly seems to be absent as a guiding distinction in our experience.

Taking a radically empirical view, therefore, one might conclude that everything that IS is an experience. The contemplation of a theory is already a Fact because it is a raw phenomenon of the mind. If the mind can conceive of itself in the form of a theory, that theory, as a product of the mind, is practically raw data.

To have a preference only for those theories which have evidence supporting them creates three problems. In the first place, it is possible to conceive of (and therefore possible as such) that there could be a theory that would have no evidence for it until it was considered thoroughly and “invited” as a possibility. The second problem is that theories arising spontaneously may in fact arise from evidence and experience, but this would be unconscious because the capacity to express such observations verbally would be absent (or perhaps for some other reason). The third problem: It is a strong prejudice in favor of those experiences which occur “in bulk”. That is to say: The relationship between a theory and its evidence could be likened to a relationship between a set of unassembled furniture and a manual. Some furniture may come with an assembly guide that helps one to put it together. Yet from time to time one might find that no such manual exists; one simply has to assemble it alone.

One might call a theory an Experience. Therefore, evidence would refer to those experiences which appear to the subject to corroborate the validity of the central Experience of focus. This “auxiliary experiences” might include intersubjective corroboration, memories of similar experiences, et cetera. Yet it would be philosophically suicidal to simply rule out those unique experiences and intimations that seem so peculiar that one feels in their presence an ineffable solitude and astonishment.

To place restrictions on what the mind can CONCEIVE is essentially to dictate rules restricting “thought-crime”. It is a Fascistic strategy, nothing short of it, and probably nothing more. To vilify those who express their intimations is to offend Free Speech. Sure: Dangerous ideas have arisen in the course of history and functioned as ideologies. Ought one to take the irresponsibilities of a Mass (and those people following a Mass) to restrict the roving individual mind, especially if to do the opposite and to condone the roving individual mind is to move AWAY from the Mass and into a mode of human life which embraces those vague corners of the psyche that Huxley describes in Heaven and Hell?

It seems inconceivable that anyone with intellectual curiosity and an interest in human freedom would think to do that. The only plaint may be that such considerations are “impractical”, “subversive”, and a “waste of time”. Yet if it is possible to consider that a new way of thinking could, if it were true, subvert the validity of all “evidence against it”, then what remains to stop this inquiry seems simply to be a matter of personal preference. Some people will be content with the status quo and unquestioningly buy into whatever way of thinking produces the most “practical results” and “tangible evidence”. Yet others will have the temerity and tenacity to go to the very core of the human psyche and to explore possibilities which did not even occur to consciousness for years. These thoughts would appear subversive because they do not seem to “belong” to the philosophical trends of the time. Yet like all variation, they have importance. Even things in the fossil record that seem to have died out of evolution still captivate our imaginations and cannot be said to be entirely worthless.

 

Dm.A.A.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Dream Journal #??.


I.                    The first part of the Dream was relatively thematically impenetrable.

A sizeable troupe of young hood-lums that I was acquainted with either raided the house of my Russian next-door neighbours or simply began to use their back-yard to cross into my yard and more often onto the hill. This they did supposedly with an approval, though in fact I had not authorized this at all; they were friends of mine and must have felt some pretense to my imitation. In a state of Anarchy, (or maybe absence?) the neighbours could do little to stop them, yet, as Powerful people, their disapproval was fore-boding. I tried to manage the situation, unsuccessfully.

The wall that the two houses shared had, in the Dream, a tiny path running along-side it on the Neighbours’ side, through which their tiny Dooley-sized (‘INFP?’) poodle could escape if the fence at the end of this path was left open, which it was. At this point, I was starting to break down. I must have tried to catch Dooley at the same time as I worried for Pumpkin’s safety.

I knew* that I could not keep them safe in the midst of the Chaos.

The kids were using the Neighbours’ Garage for an ambitious game of some sort: Ambitious because of the sheer number of participants.

*’Knew’ in a hopeless sort of hopeful resignation.

Dream Journal #?.


The dream was vivid and felt Real, as though it were the sum of uncomfortable facts that I had been hiding from, revealing how others truly felt about me and perhaps how I felt about myself. Kresten appeared, briefly, after our long Actual hiatus. He was Kresten without a blemish of the filial compassion that binds us together despite our differences and the volatile nature of our similarities; one might all most imagine that the ‘Good Will’ I had found faith in in Actual Life had been shown to have been a projection.

Andrew must have accompanied us.

We ambled about a part of town that I think I might only tend to see when Maria and I, in Actuality, are in the habit of Watching Cartoons. The sky looked most like the level in Ratchet and Clank 3 that I first shared with Scott and Tyler on a late night: The abruptly small combat ‘map’ arena. The hue of the sky reminded me of Jak II, looking up at the Evening Star in the midst of a portending Dusk, minus a tinge of wine.

Kresten ultimately took off with little in the way of a good-bye, at best a passing formality. We must have gone to see a band play.

(An homage to the episode of Regular Show I saw with Maria the Actual Night prior. ‘Fist Pump’.

The protagonists of that cartoon, which I first experienced that night, needed to save up money to see the band, but they ultimately failed by falling asleep from exhaustion during the show.

Mordecai had also said to the Raccoon: One day [when you’re older?] you’ll realize why people Really go to concerts.

 

Raccoon: I all ready know that: To listen to music; Duh!)

 

Other aspects of the dream rendered me more overtly helpless and humiliated, yet what they were seems suddenly less important, however tantalizingly silly, surreal, and/or Absurd the symbolism might have been.  dm.A.A.

 

My dog was involved somehow, as well as the risk of his becoming run over, to the best of my knowledge.

 

I think that I recall now:

Pumpkin had become an Austere Authority. I suppose that it was because he had vanquished the Bear in Maria’s dream.                dm.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

On Dogma and Intersubjectivity.


An Appeal to Mass Opinion does not render the subjectivity of individual opinion any more objective. All that it serves to indicate is the capacity for people in general to delude themselves (and each other) in pursuit of that Objectivity (or perhaps simple participation in a group). Thus, the reasoning is seen to be circular. To insist otherwise is a suicidal argument because if everyone were to make the same insistence then such a mass delusion would be more likely. Again, a circular argument. However moving the passions towards “Objectivity” and “shared experience” may be, that does not render them any more logical as impulses. If it is possible to conceive of only two members of a given social group to delude themselves and each other into a feeling of Agreement, then this can be extrapolated upon the entire community. “Overwhelming evidence” thus becomes synonymous with “overwhelming opinion” or even “overwhelming mis-information”.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

God is a Fact.

The Atheists are going to love this. First I begin by saying
that Science is Dead and now I proclaim that God is a Fact.

By “atheists”, of course, I mean a specific, stereotyped,
self-caricaturing group of dogmatists that I envision in my mind, based on
extrapolations from experience.

They may very well say: “Have you been living under the
rock?”

Let me make my point clearer, then:

What is a Fact? A fact, by my definition, (drawn from
personal reading rather than some readily-accessible definition on the internet*)
is something that is irrefutable. One cannot FAIRLY negate its existence.



Hitherto, I had claimed that, usually, a “fact” is the
result of not having thought things through carefully. But that is in fact not
a fact but an opinion taken to be a fact.

Why is God a fact then?

That I cannot explain and need not to. Suffice to ask is:
Why ought I not to proclaim it, nonchalantly? Is it perhaps because I proclaim
it with such confidence that one should think it was as though the Fact had to
be accepted by every one?



And therein lies the fallacy – there’s the rub. “As Though”.
I do not expect at all for others to accept this Fact on my say-so. That would
be a matter of opinion. Further more, I do not even begin to claim that anyone
could avail himself of this fact. But most importantly perhaps (for you the
skeptics to hear): I do not claim that the Absence of God is not a fact. But
then I cannot claim that its absence Is a fact, for I do not know such a fact.
But others might.

Obviously, dealing with a Paradox that is the ground of this
incomprehensible Universe, it is not too absurd to sensibly say: Those two
facts – the Existence of God for one person and its Non-existence for another –
are not mutually exclusive. I see a total vacancy of reason for why this most basic
of paradoxes should be condemned as meaningless. In fact, the verity of such a
paradox invokes the entire essence of Humility and Doubt.

There can BE no facts in science, because science as a mode
of inquiry deals with theory. To confuse an opinion in science with fact is to
exit science, for science must all ways be open to being falsified lest it
fester. Nothing is settled in science, except, as I have said, by overlooking
things, Too great is the tendency, I might say, for people operating in what
must surely be a very linear mode of thinking to settle upon a hypothesis as “fact”
because they do not avail themselves of the imagination to think outside of the
philosophical confines that render another variant impossible to conceive. This
is perhaps why science condemns philosophy, so that as a world-view it may
adhere to its existing philosophical prejudices and refuse to admit that they
are entirely prejudices by any definition.

So the atheist says: Science rescued us from Religion. It
did nothing of the kind. To deny my freedom to claim “Science is Dead” and “God
is a Fact” is to enact a dogma, the very thing that the (again, stereotypically)
atheist person hypocritically crusades against. There must be at least three
categories: science, religion, and creed. Throughout the known history of the
humanity, man has condemned human consciousness and even the human body to
slavery through Creed. This was done in by the Church, and now it is done by
the Scientific Community. But there have all ways been outliers in defiance of
it. In ancient Chinese society, they were the Taoists. In Indian society, they
were the Hindu yogis. In Christian society, the mystics and several theologians
were such a heretical group. And now a new form of Shamanism is emerging out of
old traditions, seemingly combining the old forms. Meanwhile, there are
researchers in the Community of scientists that are vilified as heretics for
challenging essentially philosophical presuppositions. Maybe what Philosophy has
to offer us is another form of shamanism and freedom from dogma.

Science itself here may be divided in two: World-view and
Inquiry. The Inquiry is based in Doubt. Yet Doubt is all ways a matter of
opinion, so even there Science has nothing to do with Fact. One can only Doubt
an Opinion. One does not Doubt what one Knows.

Whoever proclaims that I ought NOT to proclaim the
Factuality of God, I ask: Why? One might say: “That’s just your opinion.”
Wrong. It may be YOUR opinion that it is a matter of opinion. But you are
mistaken. To the best of my memory, this Fact had all ways BEEN a fact even
when I leant it not the name God. It was a Fact to me even when I held the
opinion that there was no God or that I did not know him. But it was not until
I lost God that I found him again and found him to be God; hitherto I simply
had not used that word.

But here I must make it clear: I do not subscribe to the
Bible. The Bible is not a fact, for every reading of it is done by a human
being. It must surely be a matter of opinion. Even if one finds a Fact within
it, that Fact cannot be binding upon anyone. No Facts can. Only opinions can,
and most or all of such things are done poorly. Why should you condemn me for
speaking of God? You cannot condemn me for a fact because I cannot change a
Fact, and therefore I cannot be held responsible. I can only be held
responsible for my opinions, which I can change; they are malleable. For you to
claim that this Fact originated out of Opinion is misinformed, presumptuous,
and wrong; I may have never HAD an opinion of God; I only came to discover it.
I was raised more or less secularly and identified myself that way, to the best
of my knowledge, until I realized that what I craved, lost and found again was
God. But that narrative is all ready an opinion; it is merely how I make sense
of my past to lend myself an Ethos. This last concern is on my mind: Atheists
who do NOT possess the Fact of God’s absence but merely possess an opinion of
it would surely rage against me in order to defend their opinions. This
insecurity is understandable. As I have said: It is totally possible for one to
possess the Fact of God’s Absence. Yet those who do not will be insecure in
their Opinions.



*People who look up definitions on their phones crack me up,
though in a bad way.



Dm.A.A.

Friday, July 4, 2014

In Defense of Faulkner.


Ali insisted that Faulkner was a part of the Illumination movement. This un-nerves me. There is an immediacy and Honesty with which Faulkner writes that is incontrovertibly True. Yet this does not seem to occur to Ali, or if it does he muddies it with knowledge. To speak of Faulkner’s Truth as though it were the kind of ‘truth’ that Derrida could deconstruct is entirely arbitrary. I refuse to be seduced. How could one even relate the two and do justice to their sovereignty? One must draw a distinction betwixt them! This truth can be deconstructed; that one can not.

To confuse the two as one is ironically Fascistic; it is to deny the Individual. My entire life has been a negative enterprise. The individual says No time and time again. No, I do not want to partake. No, don’t identify me with that. No, I am not a part of culture. Faulkner was not a product of a movement! One must judge the merit of the movement, if indeed he was influenced by it, by his sovereign integrity – Not vice-versa! But for an Extravert to draw such a line of Distinction – to depend upon such a line of distinction: Individuation! – is too much to ask.

Simply because we employ one word – Truth – for both means Nothing. One should know better than to worry if one is mis-understood; to know a Truth suffices. The artifice of truth – Culture – deserves and needs to be taken apart. It is malleable, and Directed Thought must serve Non-directed Thought. But Individual Truth, manifest in the non-social and the Non-directed, stands apart, in the healthy individual, as a monolithic source of authority by which Culture is modeled after private needs in the individual psyche.

 

Dm.A.A.

Science is Dead.

I wonder why I feel trepidation writing this note. I suppose that it is because I have become so sick of attacks from people who are like-minded that I NEED this note to qualify the statement which is the Note's title. Had this been a different forum and medium, the three words themselves would suffice. But now I have something to write about!

At one point, I encountered a quote by Stephen Hawking, an old hero of mine, in the internet. I wondered if it was a joke. He said that philosophy was dead and that science would come to take its place. That it all ready had taken its place.

The sentiment seems to be about a hundred years old. For a man who tried to keep up with the times, this seemed like a joke.

When I was volunteering at my old High School with the Speech and Debate team, I had the opportunity to spend some time at the Library. This was a privilege of such magnitude it should have been a right. You could not fathom my joy. The book that I picked out from the shelves that day was a rather thick but very clearly and sonorously written text called "The Passion of the Western Mind". It was recommended by Joseph Campbell, as I would find.

There was an entire chapter, I think following (but maybe preceding a chapter on the collapse of Romanticism) entitled "The Crisis in Modern Science". I read it and looked up from it and around at all of my fellow patrons at the library. I wondered how in the years I had slipped; the post-modern sentiments therein had been entirely the point where I had last saved my game; beyond this point the past several years have felt like intellectual regression (although emotional growth, one might say.). And as I beheld the students, I thought: Most probably every one of them KNOWS what this book had said, intuitively. It seems unlikely that I had drawn my conclusions from this very text and passage and simply forgotten (although the possibility looms, perchance never to be resolved). The conclusion seems INTUITIVE. I had READ Hawking, and Heinlein, and Asimov, et cetera, long before High School. The progress of the mind led me to abandon them. This author had simply leant a mature voice to all ready brilliant sentiments; as Andrew had pointed out to me, Brilliance and Maturity were two different things. Salinger's books evidence that.

Science could not ever, in its definitionally orthodox and methodical nature, meet the standard, if one could be set, of an Absolute Truth. Any kind of Truth that Science produced was as much constructed as perceived. Psychology made readily apparent the phenomenon that one subjectivises the world; Heisenberg did the same thing. Science could only be valued for its practical applications, and those had been ethically suspect for ages. To speak with such grimness has become so debased a sentiment in our happy-go-lucky Positivist society that it's no wonder that suicide is such a problem; as a friend of mine who I suspect to have been a suicide victim said: When she attempted suicide, it seemed entirely LOGICAL. Of course, if one villifies the darker of the human being's emotions, it had all ways been my suspicion, this is a natural conclusion: Man is a useless passion.

All of these sentiments had been readily apparent and troubling to me in High School, yet somehow it felt as though I were alone in them. Only age could inform me that Camus and others had all ready struggled with purportedly the same difficulties. With the loss of innocence in High School came a loss of faith in the Positivistic pretensions of the Scientific Community. This was no mere rebellion against my parents, who had all ways been researchers. It was a rejection of my own faith in what I read, which of course had never or seldom been more enthusiastic in favour of Hawking or Asimov than it was in favour of Steinbeck and Rowling. By the time that I had matured to the point that I could comprehend Shakespeare, which seemed much more complex than Hawking, it seemed definite that I could lend no more authority to science than to literature. Besides, people like Thoreau, Poe, and Hugo tended to describe experiences with such detail and brilliance as I had never observed in science, which however seemed to pride itself in not only "theory" but "observation". Scholarly speaking, I did not see what the big deal was. This group of people here took a set of philosophical postulates and presuppositions -- the Scientific Method -- and had run with it for several centuries. These others more or less developed their own modes of inquiry, and they were preferable to read and offered a bit more hope in the midst of my deep depression. Camus explains this depression as the Absurd: In having the structure of an atom described to him, his appetite for Clarity and Unity, a so moving passion in the human heart, is whetted. But by the time that the scientist gets down to the sub-atomic particles, Camus is all ready disappointed; the scientist has been "reduced to poetry". Remembering the Illustrated Brief History of Time, with its models of the atom over the course of human intellectual history, I am reminded of an assignment I had in the sixth grade. We were given a chart with seven boxes. There were two rows and four columns, but the boxes were separated by long, thin, intersecting spaces. There were four boxes therefore in the top row and three in the bottom row. Each of the columns was labeled with a style of government from the history of Hellenistic Greece: "Monarchy", "Oligarchy", "Tyranny", and "Democracy". The two rows were as follows: "Pros" and "Cons". We were expected to list the benefits and detriments of Monarchy, Oligarchy, and Tyranny. There was no second box for Democracy; we were only expected to list its Pros. I might have written some Cons in the space underneath though. Had I read Nietzsche and Marx by that time, as well as known more about Benjamin Franklin, I would have had something qualified to name-drop.

To have lost my faith in Science, Intuitively, was not an ideological transformation limited to Science; it was an entire parting with Certainty and a coming to maturation in a post-modern world. It was as though the ground had dissolved beneath my feet, as I like to say. Yet I wonder if this is really as Universal an experience as people make it out to be. Is anything? In this modern life with its growing Mass, people are too keen to level and to generalise in order to keep moving. They have to keep moving, as though to escape something. Are they trying to escape that which had caught up with me? With Camus? With Salinger? With everyone I could think of who still impressed me after that age?

With the aforementioned recent finding of this book -- "The Passion of the Western Mind" -- it certainly seemed as though Camus had at least been wrong about one thing: There IS hope, in that we are all in this together. Surely MOST of the world -- the civilised world -- has recognised this by now. The evidence seemed overwhelming. As early as Nietzsche and Lev Shestov the Absolutist pretensions of Science were suspect as merely new idols used to replace the creed of the Christian Church. The parallels between Scientific dogmatism, Religious dogmatism, and any other kind of dogmatism are so readily emotionally apparent upon first meeting that the three kinds (and all others and sub-divisions) seem inscrutable from one another. After all: One had been raised to believe that somewhere, SOMEONE knew everything you were going through. So surely, even if this was not a God, it was the solidarity of man and the Universality of human experience? If Common Sense has any authority, it must be that the same basically negative conclusion I had come to about Science, amongst many others, was shared by most?

IMAGINE MY DISAPPOINTMENT. Upon return to the Speech and Debate class-room, I was met with a gang of these young, "bright", promising pupils in unaninimity that one cannot "challenge Science" in a round and expect to win. Even the president of the group had to waver momentarily in his confidence, with a slight stutter of nervousness, when suggesting that Science "was wrong in the past". And I had to remind his opponents, as a judge, that all though the opponent made the claim that "Science may have been wrong in the past, but it's not wrong now," that same sentiment might easily have been held in the past. The class laughed, more or less. Hubris. The last atom to be published in A Brief HIstory of TIme was Democracy. There are all ways those who forget that even the present has its Cons.

Of course, true people of Science do not hold this view. Popper pointed out that all theory is falsifiable. I don't mean to put my parents out of the job, only to adhere to my own quest. Science is beautiful. Like theatre. Like Painting. Like architecture. But when I hear someone say "Science does not give a [you can imagine]" in assertion that, say:

1. Women are worse drivers than men.
2. Human beings are intrinsically greedy.
3. Any other prejudice you can think of that someone could easily construct an experiment for, "test", and decide what to determine as conclusive and inconclusive,

I think that we could do well exercise the same kind of politeness (I avoid saying "Political Correctedness") in Science as in the Arts. Why exempt any process of human subjectivity? After all: It's obvious that there was no such thing as Gravity before Newton observed it. As Heidegger pointed out, to his credit, any Truth (of which I would exempt deeply personal, usually ineffable experiences) was the comportment of an actual Thing or Being, a Mental Conception, and the Language necessary to refer to the mental conception and the indicate the Thing. So you might have all ways fallen down the stairs before Newton came along, but there was no "law of Gravity" before we constructed it, just like there is no current "law of reverse Gravity" that explains why we grow upwards and seldom downwards. One can watch, say, a bit of mucus following one's finger in the bath, but when one begins to imagine: Tiny vacuums are forming about my finger-tip, concentrating in my pores and grooves, and attracting this little particle... Well, one has been reduced to poetry. The immediacy of the non-verbal is gone; we are now in the realm of Words, of Concepts, and of Intersubjectivity. The naked experience has been clothed in abstraction.

Plato suggested a dichotomy of the Noumenal World and the Phenomenal World. There is what we Know and what we Think. He justified this by Inspiration. Kant rejected this and yet accepted it; he said that if there WERE a Noumenal World, we would be unable to contact it. Typical Kant. HOW would one be able to SPEAK of a world that we "Know" if one had never "Known" it? Well, I subscribe to the tentative theory that the Noumenal World, and even Certainty, are possibilities. This is my hypothesis: All abstract, intersubjective, readily available knowledge -- the entire scholastic, historical, scientific, frame of reference, et al -- belongs to the Phenomenal. We THINK these things, but they do not have the luster of Knowledge. This seems to hold with Eastern thought as well as with Western thought. If any Certainty of Truth is possible, it is personal and individual. True intersubjectivity is incredibly rare; one is lucky to experience it once a year. We can all agree, for instance, that the "sky is blue" because we would be damned to call it something else on a bright, cloudless day. But for me it seems not mere sophistry but the very essence of truth to make this observation: The fact that every painting you have ever seen of the sky looks distinct proves that every painter saw a different sky. Few of us just have the nerve and patience to render it. Furthermore, the "sky" that I see when I tell you about it -- the sky "out there" -- is NOT the sky that I saw when I was five years old, whic only in passing and at those rare moments of solidarity can I avail myself of again. The forer has the colour of blue construction paper and is projected outwards upon the "out there". The True Sky is everywhere around me, nebulously sapphire blue and maddeningly beautiful.

Our Mass-mindedness obscures that sky in all the ways that Huxley predicted in Brave New World. Let me make my point clear: Each of us belongs to a tower at the top of which one can see the Sun over the hills. Yet that solitary window does not face any other windows in the castle. We can descend onto the parapet and mingle, but then we will not see the Sun. Very rarely do we see each other and the Sun at the same time.

The people who are trying to make it "big" in the intellectual world would not begin to question that presuppositions of Science. Money talks, B.S. walks. The government funds Science and Science we get. But the brilliant minds of our time that pick up where Einstein left off are not a part of this oppressive majority. Rupert Sheldrake said that he had been an Anglican for I think twenty-three years and had never heard the word "heretic" used once in the Church. Yet he has heard it used innumerable times in the Scientific Community, perhaps chiefly targeted at him for his refusal to accept the philosophical, unverified prejudices of Materialism and other dogmas.

For a very long time, Philosophers have known that Science was dying. Yet if one de-funds History and Philosophy, what do you expect to happen? Oh Brave New World that has such people in it. People with no qualms with repeating themselves or saying that they "Agree" will line up and crusade against you for any "unverified" (read: Original) thought. Who am I to drop a bomb like "Science is Dead"? If I cannot with-stand the shelling of Common Sense, maybe I will start believing it. Yet I know enough about the history of religious creed and the evolution of common sense not to be worried: Only depressingly annoyed. Shestov pointed out very clearly how Common Sense and Logic work within a tightly knit community, and with the Internet now, it jeels impossible to escape the entangling Net of like-mindedness. Add that introversion has all ways been a minority and that does not help at all. I need only to remind myself of these things, though, and I won't be impressed by hearing appeals to the virtues of the Scientific Method. The Method is a Method, not an idol. To commit to it entirely in one's life is to commit philosophical suicide and to join the Church during the Inquisition. And that is alone enough for one solitary to say "Science is Dead", as Nietzsche would have said of God (and science as well) decades ago.

To defend science according to science is stupid. What psychology has shown us, as well as physics, is that, just as philosophy can be used to get out of philosophy, science can be used to invalidate science. It's a world within a world, but only a dolt would say: "This state of consciousness that I am in now, which is entirely logically understood and agreed-upon by my friends and perhaps by the majority, is certainly the entirety of experience. There has been nothing I have forgotten or over-looked." My whole struggle has been to maintain contact with something more vulnerable and true. In that very process what had appeared totally clear was lost. The quest of the philosopher is a nebulous and paradoxal one. Enough people remember my depression from high school to note my seriousness, though, and that consistency should lend me merit.

I could not bring myself to believe in a "society" outside of my mind that has more authority than my own "anecdotal" experience. What is it? Everyone on facebook has a different set of friends. If my "society" is the sum of my relationships with people, how is it that I occupy the same society as anyone else? To appeal to its authority would be to appeal to a narcissistic projection. But I am consciously and unconsciously subtle enough to know how to please and flatter people. If you must hear me say that the sky is blue, I just might do it if there's something in it for me. If I refuse to, soon the "Objective" world dissolves. I am left only with the subjective. How do *I* know what the totality of all Societies is like? I am not God, to the best of my knowledge, and that is a Noumenal world which, if I cannot contact it, can be said not to exist.

I would be foolish to project the logic of my own mind onto the World and to say that the World follows the same laws. This was the Leap that Camus was talking about. It is entirely emotional, not logical. True, pure logic all ways transcends itself. I don't care much for the dogma of people living in a snow-globe; I only fear them when they attack or when they retaliate. All conceptual knowledge is a world within a world. We need it. We eed to get out of it. We may need it to get out of it. I would like to live in the society that I envisioned the adult world to be: One of radically Individual people who re-invent themselves with every hour to suit a changing Universe. But perhaps to project THAT hope upon the world is equally naiive.

Dmitry.