Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Why Bother?
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But it seems to me that love - the mystery of love - is mysterious because of complexity. There is apparently an infinite spectrum of 'love' in the same sense that the electromagnetic spectrum is 'infinite.' There is no practical end to it. Love is in that same sense incomprehensible. Love belongs on a scale somewhere, and you can find it anywhere. You are compelled to accept love as a variable quality to which the 'right brain' is tuned somehow. The left brain is tuned to logic. Love's spectrum is continuous, whereas logic understands discrete units.
Logic is, therefore, not incomprehensible. Logic is understandable because Nature obeys the rule of logic. Nature is 'either-or' except at the quantum level. At that level Nature rolls the dice. But in ordinary everyday matters Nature provides guidance which allows us left brainers to deduce the nature of Nature. And so we arrive at Quantum Mechanics eventually. But that realization seems to invalidate the method by which we arrived.
Welcome to the Philosophy of Science.
My solution to the problem is what I call 'the law of scale:' Beyond a certain scale Nature is ultimately mysterious. Always has been, always will be. It follows that unless there is a compelling reason to explore Nature below a certain 'size,' then why bother?
But I am wrong. The conclusion is wrong.
Viva Science!
I am also drunk. Nighty-night.
But it seems to me that love - the mystery of love - is mysterious because of complexity. There is apparently an infinite spectrum of 'love' in the same sense that the electromagnetic spectrum is 'infinite.' There is no practical end to it. Love is in that same sense incomprehensible. Love belongs on a scale somewhere, and you can find it anywhere. You are compelled to accept love as a variable quality to which the 'right brain' is tuned somehow. The left brain is tuned to logic. Love's spectrum is continuous, whereas logic understands discrete units.
Logic is, therefore, not incomprehensible. Logic is understandable because Nature obeys the rule of logic. Nature is 'either-or' except at the quantum level. At that level Nature rolls the dice. But in ordinary everyday matters Nature provides guidance which allows us left brainers to deduce the nature of Nature. And so we arrive at Quantum Mechanics eventually. But that realization seems to invalidate the method by which we arrived.
Welcome to the Philosophy of Science.
My solution to the problem is what I call 'the law of scale:' Beyond a certain scale Nature is ultimately mysterious. Always has been, always will be. It follows that unless there is a compelling reason to explore Nature below a certain 'size,' then why bother?
But I am wrong. The conclusion is wrong.
Viva Science!
I am also drunk. Nighty-night.
