Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Universal Reflexivity

I love these, and while my own words are stymied and frustrated for the sake of studying for the bar exam, they are comforting reminders of what trains of thoughts await me in the after...



SCIENTIFIC VIEW OF THE UNIVERSE

Life is solar: all its ingredients were forged in a sun, and then gathered up into a planet after being spat out by an explosive solar agony.
E. Morin, French philosopher and sociologist, Method V


We are on the third planet of a sun knocked down from its central throne, turned into a lost star of a peripheral galaxy, between millions of galaxies of a Universe in expansion.
E. Morin, French philosopher and sociologist, Method V


Physics has discovered a Universe of rage, violence and war, with explosions and implosions of stars and planets, collisions of galaxies, and stars that live off and devour each other as cannibals.
E. Morin, French philosopher and sociologist, Method V


Without ceasing stars switch off and explode and planets freeze; without ceasing fragments and dust of dead suns and planets gather, whirling round over themselves to give birth to new galaxies and new suns.
E. Morin, French philosopher and sociologist, Method V


My own suspicion is that the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose… I suspect that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of, or can be dreamed of, by any philosophy.
J. B. S. Haldane, Scottish biologist, Possible Worlds and Other Essays



SCIENTIFIC VIEW OF OUR PLACE IN THE UNIVERSE

Life is formed from materials born in the midst of stars and ejected to space.


When we drink a drop of water, we drink the Universe, because a molecule of water, the H2O, gathers in itself the hydrogen – a vestige of the initial explosion, the Big Bang -, and the oxygen, produced in the furnace of the stars and exhaled by them.

Michel Cassé, French astro-physicist, Desafio do Século XXI


When observing the stars, you should see them in another perspective. Take into account what they really are: the mothers of the atoms from which we are constituted, the atoms that constitute the mortal and thinking species that admire the sun as a god, a father or a nuclear power station.
Michel Cassé, French astro-physicist, Desafio do Século XXI


The particles that were composed at the beginning of the Universe, the atoms that were forged in the stars, the molecules that were constituted on Earth or in another place… all that is also inside us.
Michel Cassé, French astro-physicist, Desafio do Século XXI



PHILOSOPHICAL REFLEXIONS: WHY ARE WE HERE? WHY WERE WE BORN?

The scientific view of the universe and the awareness of its incomprehensible dimensions created astonishment and grief in philosophers such as Pascal (in the seventeenth century). What’s the meaning of life in a cosmos like the one described by science? Man is a nothing in such a grotesquely gigantic universe. Man isn’t in the centre of Creation as religions described; traditional views of man and God lose sense. The Universe conceived in the past – populated with souls, lights, life – was a universe where life had meaning, where the Earth was at the core of God’s purposes. The Universe as revealed by science is dramatically different.


The eternal silence of infinite spaces frightens me
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Blaise Pascal, 1623-1662, French philosopher, physic and mathematician, Thoughts



When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity that lies before and after it, when I consider the little space I fill and I see, engulfed in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I am ignorant, and which know me not, I rest frightened, and astonished, for there is no reason why I should be here rather than there. Why now rather than then? Who has put me here? By whose order and direction have this place and time have been ascribed to me?
Blaise Pascal, 1623-1662, French philosopher, physic and mathematician, Thoughts



We travel in a vast sphere, always drifting in the uncertain, pulled from one side to another. Whenever we find a fixed point to attach and to fasten ourselves, it shifts and leaves us; and if we follow it, it eludes our grasp, slips past us, and vanishes for ever. Nothing stays for us. This is our natural condition, most contrary to our inclination; we burn with desires to find solid ground and an ultimate and solid foundation for building a tower reaching to the Infinite. But always these bases crack, and the earth obstinately opens up into abysses.
Blaise Pascal, 1623-1662, French philosopher, physic and mathematician, Thoughts



We are infinitely removed from comprehending the extremes, since the end of things and their beginning are hopelessly hidden from us in an encapsulated secret; we are equally incapable of seeing the Nothing from which we were made, and the Infinite in which we are swallowed up.
Blaise Pascal, 1623-1662, French philosopher, physic and mathematician, Thoughts



MODERN THOUGHTS: WHY AM I HERE? WHY WAS I BORN?

Our conscience and intelligence have detected a silent universe, profoundly uninhabitable to man, profoundly hostile, where life is impossible, where man is a stranger. What’s the meaning of life in such an absurd Universe, so different from our dreams, where we are a solitary and conscious voice?


Man knows finally that he is alone in the indifferent immensity of the Universe, from which he emerged by accident.

Jacques Monod, 1910-1976, French bio-chemist, Le Hasard et la Necessité


This is one of the hardest lessons for humans to learn. We cannot admit that things might be neither good nor evil, neither cruel nor kind, but simply callous - indifferent to all suffering, lacking all purpose.
Richard Dawkins, English biologist, River out of Eden


The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.
Albert Camus, 1913-1960, escritor e filósofo francês, The Myth of Sisyphus


We are sons of the cosmos, but our conscience, our soul, make us strangers in that same cosmos, from which we were produced, and which still remains secretly intimate to us.
E. Morin, French philosopher and sociologist, Method V


Earth life is unique, or at least particularly rare in the cosmos, and our conscience is perhaps solitary in the living world.
E. Morin, French philosopher and sociologist, Method V


Man is a marginal creation in the animal world, the development of which has increased his marginality. We are alone on the Earth, among the known living beings,
E. Morin, French philosopher and sociologist, Method V


Our thought, our conscience, gives us knowledge of the physical world, but simultaneously drives it away from us.
E. Morin, French philosopher and sociologist, Method V

Friday, July 4, 2008

the pain passes//the beauty remains

Each cell residing on my person seems to be endowed with its own singular consciousness - on its own, beneath the hum of my overarching consciousness, without me having a say in the matter, a cell reproduces, gives birth to another, lives out its functional life, dies, and just as any other being in existence, it fights for its right to exist, it attempts survival. i find it so intriguing how much my skin cells protest when it finds its existence threatened, how, for instance, when I am having ink emblazoned upon my skin, beneath the grind of the needle, my flesh cries and writhes in pain as it fights for survival - my cell's consciousness knows pain and reminds me that when I believe I have but one controlling consciosness, a singular mind, I am erroneous in the belief, because although I am enjoying the experience, the cell-universe feels otherwise, sending signals to my brain asking me to end it's pain.

But in recognizing this, it only becomes easier to reconceptualize the notion of physical pain - it is simply my body reacting to a change in its composition, protesting against that change because it is forced and it fears what is unfamiliar, pulling back from attempts to guide it into unknown territory. The trick, for me, then, when I am being tattooed, is to meld each single consciousness into a meeting of the minds to create one body, one mind, even if for one moment, and coax it into believing that what I feel, physically, is not pain, but in fact, pleasure, an inverse. And in that way, I am able to withstand the torture of my flesh and find something sickeningly sweet about it, blood-rushing, insides throbbing, with each illusive, passing moment I feel myself stumbling steadily toward a 2nd and 3rd level of consciousness, and by the conclusion, I am elevated, most high. And I think it helps to know what lies at the end, a piece of art, the spawning of a vision conceived by you and the artist in equal parts. my body is a gallery of my personal mythologies, my stories.