08 05 11 - 17:13We are nihilists, scientific moderns, and we have to confront the fact that what we know as "science" is a subset of science itself. It is a smaller discipline, boundaried by material expectations of those who may not be the sharpest minds, so that it can be used for political ends. As a result, it is sensible to view "science" with scientific skepticism, knowing that it is a product of human minds at their weakest.
Why are such physical theories bunk? For two simple reasons. First, they cannot explain in any way the fundamental difference between life and inert matter. That is, what, for example, animates or infuses the physical structures of a cell to make that cell alive, and why, for instance, all living matter disobeys the first of Newtonâs laws.
Second, they depend on the simple, Cosmically incorrect, notion of a linear causality, as evident in the use of conventional mathematics, and physical ideation, to describe such theories, all of which theories are based on and depend upon equations involving an abstract notion of causal, linear, time â as in differential and tensorial equations involving the variable dt (as in Newtonian mechanics, and in the Schwarzschild and other metrics deriving from the variable ds) â and which linear time cannot even be defined in any satisfactory manner sans causal linearity (as in the definition based on so-called atomic/quantum clocks). Thus, even apparently abstruse notions of Space-Time â deriving from tensorial mathematics, or some other representation â are founded on the simple, cosmologically inaccurate, notion of a causal linearality.
In simple â exoteric â terms, the acausal is a naturally existing part of the Cosmos, and merely the realm or realms or continuum where acausal energy exists, and which acausal energy is a-causal in nature. That is, propagation of this energy does not, or need not, take a certain amount of causal Time, and does not involve, or may not involve, traversing a certain causal distance. Thus none of Newtonâs laws apply, just as causal theories such as those of entropy or so-called âchaosâ do not apply.
In esoteric terms, the acausal is the source of all the causal Life we know. That is, it is acausal energy, from the acausal, which animates all causal Life we currently know, and which enables us to change and develope ourselves, acausally interact with other living beings (in one sense â practice sorcery), and do many other things, such as develope acausal knowing, that is, understanding the acausal sanscausal abstractions . In another sense, as intimated above, it is a means for us to shed the illusive apprehension of our finite causal being.
For it is causal abstractions that obscure the nature â exoteric and esoteric â of the acausal, and thus obscure the nature and reality of sorcery.- Anton Long
Let's dial it back a bit from sorcery and the artificial science/philosophy/religion split, and look at instead what people mean when they say "science."
They mean cause/effect derivations that are:
- Linear. A produces B, if we perform this experiment in a contextless lab setting. This works for many things, such as chemical or electrical reactions. Linear means that it involves one (1) factor, no context, and is exclusively temporal to achieve causality.
- Material. We are comfortable with looking to material causes of events, but blind to patterns or other amaterial causes. For example, we can enjoy the thought that chemical A produces chemical B, but would freak out if someone talked about rhythms, or patterns of magnetism, inducing the same result.
- Observable. Perhaps the biggest limitation of science is that it is limited to studying details. X event produces Y event, in a lab. What about the progress of history, or other complex interactions? We are blind to those, which is one reason science is a guessing game at broader prediction.
Beyond that narrow concept of logic -- science is a subset of the study of logical relationships -- we are left with a new realm, one in which we cannot posit time and space because, as we learn from our own science, time and space are relative, meaning they are created through the interaction of objects.
This means that there may be more to reality than than which we can express as time, space and material.
When we think about relativity in its purest form, it means that no object is known except through its relation to other objects. And then what about the whole of existence?
Until we find objects to place in it, we have no idea how big it is or how it works. We need to thrust in a probe, or otherwise interact with it, to get feedback. Sort of like bouncing a laser, sonar or radar signal off a distant object.
Imagine the earth in an infinite void. What would we see? Darkness... with no clarity as to whether it extended for 40 feet or infinite space beyond our atmosphere.
We have no idea what exists beyond material, and it scares the crap out of us. Materialism may have its rough sides, like utter insignificance, but it is at least tangible, finite and mentally conceivable; the acausal and atemporal, or that which exists beyond our linear notion of material interaction, is intangible and could be just about anything. We have zero control over it and so it makes us mad monkeys who throw feces at it.
But thinking broadly, if linear interaction creates time and space, it likely creates material existence including energy as well. If we discover and create time and space by moving through it in interaction, we are then tiny viewports in a much broader field of data. This field of data contains the material world we consider the whole.
We might be like deep sea explorers, aware only of what we bump into in the depths, and oblivious to all else that moves beyond our touch.
Where religion becomes ignorant with its statement of dualism, or that the material world is all in this world, and another "perfect" world exists that is both material and not of this world's material, we can see how monism makes sense.
In a monist view, this world is all -- but matter and energy are one of many interfaces to the underlying reality, which is thought-like or at the very least, another form of data. Data that does not require temporality and spatiality to exist, but manifests them when interaction requires it. After all, for iterations to occur there must be time; that is the basis of causality. For differentiation to occur, or a form of parallel processing in which events branch, there must space. These are products of an informational nature to reality.
The underlying monist substance may be something like thought, emotion, or a blind struggling Will (sensu Schopenhauer).
New Forms are constantly being made, and older ones are dissolving; but all are shapes assumed by One Thing.
There is no limit to the supply of Formless Stuff, or Original Substance. The universe is made out of it; but it was not all used in making the universe. The spaces in, through, and between the forms of the visible universe are permeated and filled with the Original Substance; with the formless Stuff; with the raw material of all things. Ten thousand times as much as has been made might still be made, and even then we should not have exhausted the supply of universal raw material.
The Formless Stuff is intelligent; it is stuff which thinks. It is alive, and is always impelled toward more life.
It is the natural and inherent impulse of life to seek to live more; it is the nature of intelligence to enlarge itself, and of consciousness to seek to extend its boundaries and find fuller expression. The universe of forms has been made by Formless Living Substance, throwing itself into form in order to express itself more fully.
The universe is a great Living Presence, always moving inherently toward more life and fuller functioning.
Nature is formed for the advancement of life; its impelling motive is the increase of life. For this cause, everything which can possibly minister to life is bountifully provided; there can be no lack unless God is to contradict himself and nullify his own works. - The Science of Getting Rich, by Wallace D. Wattles (1910)
And another view of the same:
22. Even as a man casts off worn-out clothes, and puts on others which are new, so the embodied casts off worn-out bodies, and enters into others which are new.
23. This (Self), weapons cut not; This, fire burns not; This, water wets not; and This, wind dries not.
24. This Self cannot be cut, nor burnt, nor wetted, nor dried. Changeless, all-pervading, unmoving, immovable, the Self is eternal.
25. This (Self) is said to be unmanifested, unthinkable, and unchangeable. Therefore, knowing This to be such, thou oughtest not to mourn. - Bhagavad-Gita
Our question "when did the universe start?" inevitably decays to asking how physicality started.
The answer is that some state must enable physicality, and that it is likely that such a state does not exist in the condition of spaciotemporal arrangement:
The concept of time as a way to measure the duration of events is not only deeply intuitive, it also plays an important role in our mathematical descriptions of physical systems. For instance, we define an objectâs speed as its displacement per a given time. But some researchers theorize that this Newtonian idea of time as an absolute quantity that flows on its own, along with the idea that time is the fourth dimension of spacetime, are incorrect. They propose to replace these concepts of time with a view that corresponds more accurately to the physical world: time as a measure of the numerical order of change. - PhysOrg
Time and space are relative to that which moves through them, whether observer or object.
At the extremes of time and space, such as the event horizon convergence of a black hole, the rules go out the window and we realize that our universe belongs to some "meta-verse" or plural form:
Is our entire universe a tiny island within an infinitely vast and infinitely diversified meta-world? This could be either one of the most important revolutions in the history of cosmogonies or merely a misleading statement that reflects our lack of understanding of the most fundamental laws of physics.
The multiverse is no longer a model; it is a consequence of our models. It offers an obvious understanding of the strangeness of the physical state of our universe. The proposal is attractive and credible, but it requires a profound rethinking of current physics.
At first glance, the multiverse seems to lie outside of science because it cannot be observed. How, following the prescription of Karl Popper, can a theory be falsifiable if we cannot observe its predictions? This way of thinking is not really correct for the multiverse for several reasons. First, predictions can be made in the multiverse: it leads only to statistical results, but this is also true for any physical theory within our universe, owing both to fundamental quantum fluctuations and to measurement uncertainties. Secondly, it has never been necessary to check all of the predictions of a theory to consider it as legitimate science. General relativity, for example, has been extensively tested in the visible world and this allows us to use it within black holes even though it is not possible to go there to check.
A much more interesting pluriverse is associated with the interior of black holes when quantum corrections to general relativity are taken into account. Bounces should replace singularities in most quantum gravity approaches, and this leads to an expanding region of spaceâtime inside the black hole that can be considered as a universe. In this model, our own universe would have been created by such a process and should also have a large number of child universes, thanks to its numerous stellar and supermassive black holes. This could lead to a kind of cosmological natural selection in which the laws of physics tend to maximize the number of black holes (just because such universes generate more universes of the same kind). - CERN
What we think of as reality is a subset of the groundwork of reality.
What we see as physicality is produced by something that is non-physical.
All the rules change; all the old myths are new again.
Philomythus to Misomythus
You look at trees and label them just so,
(for trees are 'trees', and growing is 'to grow');
you walk the earth and tread with solemn pace
one of the many minor globes of Space:
a star's a star, some matter in a ball
compelled to courses mathematical
amid the regimented, cold, inane,
where destined atoms are each moment slain.
At bidding of a Will, to which we bend
(and must), but only dimly apprehend,
great processes march on, as Time unrolls
from dark beginnings to uncertain goals;
and as on page o'er-written without clue,
with script and limning packed of various hue,
an endless multitude of forms appear,
some grim, some frail, some beautiful, some queer,
each alien, except as kin from one
remote Origo, gnat, man, stone, and sun.
God made the petreous rocks, the arboreal trees,
tellurian earth, and stellar stars, and these
homuncular men, who walk upon the ground
with nerves that tingle touched by light and sound.
The movements of the sea, the wind in boughs,
green grass, the large slow oddity of cows,
thunder and lightning, birds that wheel and cry,
slime crawling up from mud to live and die,
these each are duly registered and print
the brain's contortions with a separate dint.
Yet trees are not 'trees', until so named and seen
and never were so named, tifi those had been
who speech's involuted breath unfurled,
faint echo and dim picture of the world,
but neither record nor a photograph,
being divination, judgement, and a laugh
response of those that felt astir within
by deep monition movements that were kin
to life and death of trees, of beasts, of stars:
free captives undermining shadowy bars,
digging the foreknown from experience
and panning the vein of spirit out of sense.
Great powers they slowly brought out of themselves
and looking backward they beheld the elves
that wrought on cunning forges in the mind,
and light and dark on secret looms entwined.
He sees no stars who does not see them first
of living silver made that sudden burst
to flame like flowers bencath an ancient song,
whose very echo after-music long
has since pursued. There is no firmament,
only a void, unless a jewelled tent
myth-woven and elf-pattemed; and no earth,
unless the mother's womb whence all have birth.
The heart of Man is not compound of lies,
but draws some wisdom from the only Wise,
and still recalls him. Though now long estranged,
Man is not wholly lost nor wholly changed.
Dis-graced he may be, yet is not dethroned,
and keeps the rags of lordship once he owned,
his world-dominion by creative act:
not his to worship the great Artefact,
Man, Sub-creator, the refracted light
through whom is splintered from a single White
to many hues, and endlessly combined
in living shapes that move from mind to mind.
Though all the crannies of the world we filled
with Elves and Goblins, though we dared to build
Gods and their houses out of dark and light,
and sowed the seed of dragons, 'twas our right
(used or misused). The right has not decayed.
We make still by the law in which we're made.
Yes! 'wish-fulfilment dreams' we spin to cheat
our timid hearts and ugly Fact defeat!
Whence came the wish, and whence the power to dream,
or some things fair and others ugly deem?
All wishes are not idle, nor in vain
fulfilment we devise -- for pain is pain,
not for itself to be desired, but ill;
or else to strive or to subdue the will
alike were graceless; and of Evil this
alone is deadly certain: Evil is.
Blessed are the timid hearts that evil hate
that quail in its shadow, and yet shut the gate;
that seek no parley, and in guarded room,
though small and bate, upon a clumsy loom
weave tissues gilded by the far-off day
hoped and believed in under Shadow's sway.
Blessed are the men of Noah's race that build
their little arks, though frail and poorly filled,
and steer through winds contrary towards a wraith,
a rumour of a harbour guessed by faith.
Blessed are the legend-makers with their rhyme
of things not found within recorded time.
It is not they that have forgot the Night,
or bid us flee to organized delight,
in lotus-isles of economic bliss
forswearing souls to gain a Circe-kiss
(and counterfeit at that, machine-produced,
bogus seduction of the twice-seduced).
Such isles they saw afar, and ones more fair,
and those that hear them yet may yet beware.
They have seen Death and ultimate defeat,
and yet they would not in despair retreat,
but oft to victory have tuned the lyre
and kindled hearts with legendary fire,
illuminating Now and dark Hath-been
with light of suns as yet by no man seen.
I would that I might with the minstrels sing
and stir the unseen with a throbbing string.
I would be with the mariners of the deep
that cut their slender planks on mountains steep
and voyage upon a vague and wandering quest,
for some have passed beyond the fabled West.
I would with the beleaguered fools be told,
that keep an inner fastness where their gold,
impure and scanty, yet they loyally bring
to mint in image blurred of distant king,
or in fantastic banners weave the sheen
heraldic emblems of a lord unseen.
I will not walk with your progressive apes,
erect and sapient. Before them gapes
the dark abyss to which their progress tends
if by God's mercy progress ever ends,
and does not ceaselessly revolve the same
unfruitful course with changing of a name.
I will not treat your dusty path and flat,
denoting this and that by this and that,
your world immutable wherein no part
the little maker has with maker's art.
I bow not yet before the Iron Crown,
nor cast my own small golden sceptre down.
In Paradise perchance the eye may stray
from gazing upon everlasting Day
to see the day illumined, and renew
from mirrored truth the likeness of the True.
Then looking on the Blessed Land 'twill see
that all is as it is, and yet made free:
Salvation changes not, nor yet destroys,
garden nor gardener, children nor their toys.
Evil it will not see, for evil lies
not in God's picture but in crooked eyes,
not in the source but in malicious choice,
and not in sound but in the tuneless voice.
In Paradise they look no more awry;
and though they make anew, they make no lie.
Be sure they still will make, not being dead,
and poets shall have flames upon their head,
and harps whereon their faultless fingers fall:
there each shall choose for ever from the All. - Mythopoeia, by J.R.R. Tolkien
When we consider a metaverse, in which idea predominates before matter, we must consider that we are also products of this metaverse.
Our minds are arrayed like its mind, and our thoughts, like its substance (even though such metaphors are weak):
We know, furthermore that we have actually been born from space, since it was out of primordial space that the galaxy took form, of which our life-giving sun is a member. And this earth, of whose material we are made, is a flying satellite of that sun. We are, in fact, productions of this earth. We are, as it were, its organs. Our eyes are the eyes of this earth; our knowledge is the earth's knowledge. And the earth, as we now know, is a production of space.
Obviously, if anything of value is to be made of them at all (and I submit that the elementary original idea must have been something of this kind), where those bodies went was not into outer space, but into inner space. That is to say, what is connoted by such metaphorical voyages is the possibility of a return of the mind in spirit, while still incarnate, to full knowledge of that transcendent source out of which the mystery of a given life arises into this field of time and back into which it in time dissolves. It is an old, old story in mythology: of the Alpha and Omega that is the ground of all being, to be realized as the beginning and end of this life. The imagery is necessarily physical and thus apparently of outer space. The inherent connotation is always, however, psychological and metaphysical, which is to say, of inner space. - Cosmology and the Mythic Imagination, by Joseph Campbell
Things for good nihilists to think about: the world may not be as small as we think it is.
It may be ignorance to reduce it to material.
We don't need moralists to say YEA or NAY to this; we need brave explorers who can adventure within it, without losing a sense of logic and sensibility.
Who among us is ready?