Saturday, October 17, 2015

Science Has A Problem With Guardian Angels

At War: Science & Guardian Angels

What Does A Guardian Angel Look Like?


Is this a guardian angel or some clown trying to saw himself in half up the middle?

Is this a guardian angel or some clown trying to saw himself in half up the middle?
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The Trouble With Right Now

Why do scientists refuse to believe that you and I have guardian angels? Don't they believe us?
Is it because guardian angels don't carry passports or green cards? Driver's licenses? What?

Right Now

It’s not just the fluff-prone present that’s in trouble.
Critical details about what is real and what isn't are and always will be fuzzy. That’s a cornerstone belief in the rickety shack I’ve patched together and call my religion: awareness of permanent, universal uncertainty.
The optimist in me feels better phrasing it that way, with a little sugar coating.
The pessimist just thinks we’re lost and floundering around in search of definitions.

What I Believe

What I believe is that modern science is exactly right in acknowledging, reluctantly, that we know only a fraction of what makes up the universe, physical, nonphysical and a coruscating mass of indefinite somethings.
What I believe to be brightly hued BS, popular wishful thinking, is the cheery idea that there is any reason to believe we’re going to get clear on much more of it.
Why should we? Exactly, with what tools and how do we even know what to look for with them? The best we've done with dark matter is not that we've detected identified it, but that we've seen its gravitational effect. Dark energy, which occupies most of the universe, is a whole different basket of tomatoes. 

The God Particle and Hope

Two decades and millions of dollars were spent just trying to isolate and identify the all-important Higgs boson, what the science-shy mass media stepped up to call the God particle.
Since the only feature most of us understand about the Higgs is how it might open the door to a God, who’s willing to fund a deeper search that might upend hope?
I also think we know less about reality than the lab coats are willing to admit.

Universe Full of Guides

If the world just goes around and around, are there conductors?

If the world just goes around and around, are there conductors?
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The Truth About Evolution

The truth is that evolution prepares us to become the creative, storytelling, adaptable geniuses of our world, but nothing more.
Evolution, which pulls our strings, doesn’t give a damn about anything less useful than steering us away from walking into trees or forgetting to water ourselves like plants on legs.
Why would it? Nothing more is in the job description.

Our Elysian Plain. Maybe.

As passengers in a scheme grander than you or I can imagine, we’ve never had the need to know the whole shenanigan, and what the heck, if we have a dream of more, we don’t even know what that Elysian Plain looks like.
Evolution is not going to waste its resources sharpening and expanding our tools so that we can accumulate a big bag of unneeded facts about nature or clever tricks to perform during a lull.
How much bigger can our brains get, warehousing useless information just because it may turn out to be valuable some day?
We already handle everything we need to get along and take a pass on the rest.
This explains why we latch onto faith and divine intervention as magical explanations and why deniers of miracles are in a sad state of intentional blindness, those committed, I mean, to the doctrine that if you can’t see all of it, you refuse to see any.
Such is the state of mainstream science.

Clear As Mud

A little unclear?
You bet. Lack of clarity perfects the statement.
Look at it this way. For a hundred years, we’ve known that the quantum physical world, the buzzing infinity of entangled things that set the immediate background while we work out our dramas and traumas, is stranger for us than any fiction.
It’s a world of intermediacy awaiting definition through interaction, weirder than weird in itself, filled with impossibly tiny particles, probability waves and at least triple the dimensions we know about.
But I believe it all seems so iffy only because a majority of the parts and forces in action are permanently invisible.

What Do Guardian Angels Do For Lunch?

Everybody gets time off.

Everybody gets time off.
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Balls and Walls

It comes off as absurd to us, like balls bouncing off walls that don’t exist. But the fact is, the walls are plain old walls that nature never gave us the tools to see.
We didn’t need to know about them because nothing bad happened when we bumped into them. They weren't real obstacles, and nature, economically, didn’t waste resources preparing us for them.
If it wasn’t for the trouble curiosity coupled with idleness gets us into, sharing our lineage with cats, we wouldn’t give a damn about the invisibles at all.

Should We Settle?

As strange as the quantum physical world seems to be, we prefer to settle for the insubstantial universe that results than for the possibility that there’s so much more stuff, filling out the universe, than we will never know.
That’s why some people accept the wildly bizarre notion of nonlocality (things are inseparable even when they’re light years apart) more easily than relatively digestible assumptions about fate and a nondenominational God.

Science Versus Guardian Angels

Science accepts quantum leaps, which means changing locations without touching or even crossing any space between, sort of like passing go without passing go, but they insist that guardian angels, with whom you’re pretty sure you’ve shared your life, are figments of your hopelessly romantic imagination.
The reason?
You can prove quantum leaps through lab testing, but guardian angels demand a more kicked back philosophical underpinning.
You don’t march to science’s tune?
Poof!
You don’t exist, you and your goofy guardian angels.

What do you think?
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Thursday, October 15, 2015

Vegetarian Dilemma Solved, My Zucchini Chili Recipe

Vegetarian Dilemma Solved, My Zucchini Chili Recipe:


Zucchini Vegetarian Chili

Simple, Delicious and Easy

Zucchini Chili is my wife's favorite, except for my earth-shattering, tongue-melting vegetarian bean casserole, which will have to wait for later.

Zucchini Vegetarian Chili

(Feel free to revise according to taste. These are the basics.)

  •  1 carrot Bugs Bunny would appreciate, grated
    Any brightly colored pepper, diced
    1 hearty stalk of celery, sliced
    1 big, eye-watering onion
    1 hearty clove of garlic
    3 tablespoons of any vegetable oil or use 
  • 2 if fat bothers you. (My preference is olive oil) 
  • 3 medium sized zucchini, grated 
  • 3 26 oz. boxes of Pomi strained tomatoes or equivalent (I use Pomi to avoid seeds.) 
  • 16 oz. water 
  • 1 teaspoon of ground black pepper 
  • 2 teaspoons salt
    3 tablespoons chili powder (Minimum. Your flair for heat should guide you here. Throw in other hot sauces too, if you want fire.) 
  • 2 15 oz. cans of kidney beans, drained and thoroughly rinsed. 
  • Sauté the carrot, pepper, celery, onion and garlic for about five minutes, not too hot, until they begin to soften. Keep stirring to get them mixed, but be careful not to let anything burn. When it feels right, chuck in everything else, except the beans.

    Now, simmer this delicacy for at least a half-hour, longer if you like a thicker stew. It's all a matter of how much moisture you want in the end.
  • Now, simmer this delicacy for at least a half-hour, longer if you like a thicker stew. It's all a matter of how much moisture you want in the end.
  • When you're happy with what you've got and your whole house is rich with chili smells, add the beans and let them simmer in the main sauce for fifteen minutes or so.

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Wednesday, October 14, 2015

What Is Glass-Steagall? The 82-Year-Old Banking Law That Stirred the Debate - The New York Times

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Tuesday, August 11, 2015

50 Years Later, We Still Haven’t Learned From Watts - The New York Times

An Op Ed from the New York Times that further clarifies the importance and historical context of racial unrest. Recommended.



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Saturday, July 18, 2015

Bernie Sanders Pisses Me Off - Here's Why

What's Wrong With Bernie Sanders?

Bernie Sanders on CNN 
The political awareness of the average American can be sized up in the length of their attention spans: about a nanosecond longer than your cat's.

Bernie Sanders has seized on that willful inattention to roll out a sound bite campaign that's perfect for those who think watching the news on television is a great way to get their information.

Sanders pisses me off because he's appealing to the worst in Americans, coughing out slogans dreamed up in the shower, favored for their visceral appeal, giving our fellow citizens one more opportunity to think small and vote badly. While feeling self-righteous, just as Bernie does.

But there's something worse, something ugly and insidious. He tells audiences steeped in mass media cynicism that the system is "rigged" against them.

Did they need another reason not to become active, to dig deeper into the issues, to vote as so many already fail to do?

Sanders' negativity and cynical approach is bound to turn off a sizable number of voters who will see his inevitable defeat, not as a referendum, but as proof that he was right all along. It's rigged, even though each of us has an equal opportunity to pull the lever in the voting booth, according to Bernie. So why switch off the TV and get out of your chair? It's rigged!

Bernie Sanders on the Issues

Race

For my money there is no more critical issue woven into our social fabric than our centuries long failure to deal humanely with race. Race, as any good biologist knows, is not real. It's an inflated distinction, skin deep, not anything significant in our DNA. But because Americans have never resolved our history of inequality toward minorities of any color, divisions are deep and raw.

Those divisions enflame conversations about the safety net, employment, crime and education. 

Sanders is not silent on these issues. He takes the time to blow them off, acknowledging that minorities barely know who he is let alone support his campaign. His Twelve Steps Forward manifesto says nothing about the racial divide that has been so clearly exposed with our first black president.

You could say the same about gender. Let's assume that his asinine opinion articles written decades ago reflect ideas he outgrew. Let's not assume they've been replaced by any greater awareness of the problems of gender that tear at our social fabric as badly as those of race, until he shows us they have. 

The Twelve Steps


As these make up Sanders' manifesto, let's look at them one at a time.

Bernie Sanders on Twitter
  • Rebuilding Our Crumbling Infrastructure. Hooray! President Obama and others have been making this appeal for years. Sanders wants to spend $1 trillion on it. Anyone holding their breath as they cross one of our aging bridges would agree, but Sanders says nothing, as usual, about how. Where would the money come from? He contrasts it with the money wasted on the Bush wars a decade ago and their lingering costs. That aging burden does not resolve this one. And as he surely knows, the American public has recently voted into office representatives far more interested in pouring your tax dollars into the military than into upgrading our aging infrastructure. How will he fix that? Sanders doesn't say, but his polarizing rhetoric certainly makes the compromises necessary harder to obtain.
  • Reversing Climate Change. Sanders says we should lead the world. Well, we do, but in the wrong direction. Voters have been convinced, according to their actions at the ballot box, that improving the environment will cost jobs and the tradeoff isn't worth it. How will he convince them otherwise and get them to elect partners willing to work with him? How will he respond to the Third World nations now demanding their right to pollute at will as we have in building their own economies? Here, as in so many other place, Sanders does not recognize much of a universe outside our borders.
  • Creating Worker Co-ops. Here, Bernie strains to infuse the future with his Sixties hippie dreams. I was a hippie too. I love co-ops. I love them so much, I want the the government to keep as far away as possible. Talk about government overreach? Sheesh. Will Bernie get someone to launder my jeans too?
  • Growing the Trade Union Movement. Wouldn't that be great? But are the workers really interested or should we just mandate it? Many people like me learned from hard experience that the labor unions were not going to help us. The unions lost membership as much from losing our faith as anything else. The monumental corruption was bad enough, but on the street, the self-serving disinterest in the real issues of members turned us off. We weren't forced out of unions. We left. Sanders needs to sell us on what the unions have to offer that will serve us better than we already do on our own.
  • Raising the Minimum Wage. There are two issues here that Sanders' oversimplification ignores. First, the congressional budget office has reported that even a raise to a meager $10.10 would result in the loss of hundreds of thousands of jobs. Are they wrong? If so, how? If not, what will Sanders suggest to counter the job loss? No answers, of course. The second issue is so obvious, it should be in bold: Don't Americans already support substandard wages every time they walk into Walmart or McDonald's. If this issue really mattered to most of us, why are we voting with our feet in favor of wages that force full time workers onto welfare? I listened hard but didn't hear Bernie chastising any of those liberals rallying around him for their spending habits? (I did hear my old hero Phil Ochs singing, "Love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal.)
  • Pay Equity for Women Workers. We already have a law that requires it. It fails. Women earn nearly 25% less for the same work as men. What's he going to do about it besides sloganeering that's already been done a thousand times? This issue has sickened me for a long time. I want solutions, don't you? As they say, even the generals claim to hate war. But who does anything  to change it? In the war for fair wages, not Bernie Sanders.
  • Trade Policies that Benefit American Workers. Here, Sanders exposes his naiveté and his isolationism. He rails against international trade agreements without nodding to the fact, demonstrated in studies, that they have been the single most beneficial influence in improving world poverty levels. He also ignores the fact that these agreements have made American companies more competitive. Does he prefer to see workers lose jobs because of declining revenues instead? Apple is the most highly valued company in the world and America's greatest taxpayer. That would not be so, were it not for trade agreements that make it feasible to operate outside our country, but since Apple sells tons of products to China, shouldn't they be allowed to employ workers there on a competitive basis too? Join the rest of the world, Bernie. American can't hog it all under false pretenses anymore. Those days are over.
  • Making College Affordable for All. The simplemindedness of this slogan is dizzying as much as it is disingenuous. Of course college should be affordable for all and probably free. How does he propose to pay for it? He actually does have a plan here, a subtle set of fees on stock transactions. Will it be enough, and what are the real costs anyway? Bernie fails to note that the primary forces driving the skyrocketing cost of education are 1) expanding administration and compensation for it; 2) too many programs offered than make sense or can be paid for; and most subtly 3) the education lobby's success in convincing Americans that they must go to college, no matter the cost. By the way, a small chunk out of the so-called defense budget would cover it easily, even more easily if anyone clamped down on administrative excesses.
  • Taking on Wall Street. The liberals' favorite whipping boy or a straw man masking the greed of Americans in general that have led to excesses. It's a standard with this candidate to blame the big dogs while treating the rabble as made up of innocents. Sanders whines that six Wall Street financial institutions underwrite more than half the mortgages in American and issue two-thirds of the credit cards. Well, so what? Somebody has to. Where specifically is the harm? How would we be better off with others providing these services? Financing homeownership and offering credit to working families used to be considered a service. Sanders fails utterly to explain why it is now an evil. He seems to be attacking success, unless proven otherwise.
  • Healthcare as a Right for All. I couldn't agree more. He wants a single-payer, Medicare-style system. So do I? But a huge chunk of my fellow citizens disagree and elect representatives who want to repeal what we have, not improve on it. How will he make that happen? President Obama got the best he could, fighting his own party much of the way. How will a polarizing slogan-generator do better? My guess is, he'd do worse because he turns too many key segments of the voting public off with his airy rhetoric.
  • Protecting the Most Vulnerable Americans. He's talking my language when he says he wants to strengthen the safety net. Many disagree. How do we overcome the obstacles, like the belief that help weakens, rather than strengthens the disadvantaged? Here is where Sanders' failure to understand the issue of race becomes most apparent. It should be clear to anyone that the reason we don't have the strong safety net of the Scandinavian countries he adores is the tensions created by our diversity. A huge segment of the voting public does not support increasing the safety net because, from Reagan, "the great communicator," on, they have been convinced that the benefits all go to "those people," the "takers" who are undermining our values and stealing from the "makers." It's baloney, but Reagan and the Republicans who followed have sold it effectively. How do we get around the hump of embedded racism and class discrimination? How would Sanders do that when he's barely aware of its existence?
  • Real Tax Reform. Here's something we've heard about for a long time. The tax system needs to be more fair. Sadly, Sanders defaults to the standard liberal line of bagging corporations "and their CEOs," stimulating class warfare without so much as a nod at the vast complexity of the problem and what a fair system might look like - except the standard, liberal "tax the rich" mantra. Once you've sown distrust in government, as Bernie Sanders has: "It's rigged." - you've polluted the conversation about fairness. If it's all rigged, how can anyone trust the government to use whatever they pay wisely?

Conclusion

Bernie Sanders can't and shouldn't be elected president. Just among Democrats, Martin O'Malley and Hilary Clinton far exceed him in experience, savvy and effectiveness in office. 

What he can do is continue to damage  the process with his cynical sloganeering and empty suit approach to solutions. This pisses me off. My generation and our values are badly represented by this man. We can do better, and the last thing we need at the head of the pack is deliberate polarizer.

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Friday, July 17, 2015

Wikipedia: Esther Hicks' PR Page

Esther Hicks 2009 / Flickr

Esther Hicks Versus Wikipedia

The trustworthiness of Wikipedia as a resource for objective information has been questioned, almost since the online encyclopedia's invention. Their page devoted to Esther Hicks is a yummy banquet for doubters of the online encyclopedia's reliability.

Recently, news stories exposed tactics used by some of Wikipedia's volunteer contributors that boost celebrity standings by messing with history as if rewriting a problematic novel.

None of the so-called volunteers were paid by Wikipedia. They were paid by the public relations firms the celebrities hired to spruce up their images.

When I read that story, I remembered how sad it was to see how badly the encyclopedia misrepresented Esther Hicks' story, skipping more facts than inserting untruths, but deliberately legitimizing her by anointing her claims as unquestioned facts.

Going back for a fresh look, I found a situation even worse than I remembered.

Some History

Struck by the extreme nature of "truths" claimed by Esther Hicks and her husband Jerry, who died in 2011 - but never on their website, I began researching their history, sharing with other skeptics and, more significant, talking with people who worked with them and knew them well.

Few public figures are in private what they seem in public. That's obvious. We all have our public and private faces. With celebrities like Esther and Jerry Hicks, the contrast can be considerable. In few such situations is the difference as great.

I followed a conversation thread on Wikipedia, at a time when Esther Hicks' popularity was soaring, where a representative from the Abraham-Hicks organization relentlessly argued for a positive portrayal of the couple. Her nearly religious zeal seems to have worked, the result being an encyclopedia page that isn't just inaccurate, but turned to a virtual ad for Abraham-Hicks Publications.

Inaccuracies are posted as truth and Esther Hicks' claim to channel "Abraham," a group of "nonphysical entities" is verified by Wikipedia with actual quotes from "Abraham," as if the editor actually spoke to the spirits personally.

The thrust of the encyclopedia page is straight out of the Abraham-Hicks playbook.

Forget for a moment the question of why a celebrity whose presentations are claimed to be enriched by "infinite intelligence" needs to fudge the records, but ask yourself what an encyclopedia is supposed to do.

I always believed that an encyclopedia is a reliable source of factual information on a topic or a person, objective and well-rounded. In this, Wikipedia fails, at least with Esther Hicks and other subjects diluted by public relations.


Wikipedia's Romance with Esther Hicks

I started out with an advantage. Having researched Abraham-Hicks over the years, the gaps in the stories, the contradictions and dubious claims are mostly well-known to me. Wikipedia takes the Info-romance to a new level of dishonesty.

To be clear, neither Esther Hicks nor anyone else in the Abraham-Hicks organization is responsible for what appears in the online encyclopedia. Wikipedia is. If the organization has insufficient controls to ensure accuracy and reliability, the flaws aren't confined to Esther Hicks. 

Let's start with the obvious untruth in the first sentence. Esther Hicks, Wikipedia tells us "...is an American inspirational speaker..." That she is not.

Rather than the Tony Robbins style presenter this makes her appear to be, Esther is much more like an medium presiding over a mass seance. After a brief prep before a live audience, she pauses to take deep breaths on stage that usher "Abraham" into her brain. She calls this, "letting them in." She no longer speaks as Esther Hicks, according to her, but as "Abraham."

The concept of Abraham is squishy and has changed over time, but Esther Hicks' claim is that this group of roughly one-hundred nonphysical entities (dead people, including Jesus) coalesce to deposit "blocks of thought" in her mind, which she then, faithfully if unwittingly, interprets live. 

That's not inspirational speaking. That's mediumship and spirit channeling. 

Since we are not concerned with Esther Hicks' credibility here, we will leave it at that. Wikipedia throws its own credibility in the gutter with a major misrepresentation in the first sentence.

Next up is a spurious claim that adds to its inaccuracy by what it leaves out. "In 1980," Wikipedia tells us, "she married Jerry Hicks, then a successful Amway distributor."

Jerry was certainly not "then a successful Amway distributor." That's a puff. The truth is that Jerry married into that success with his fourth admitted wife. With the end of that marriage, Jerry's Amway "success" went away. 

Shoring up Jerry Hicks' credibility, Wikipedia continues, "In his early life Jerry Hicks had been a circus acrobat for two years in Cuba, and then, beginning in 1948, had toured for 20 years as a musician, MC, and comedian." 

All this comes from claims made by Jerry and Esther Hicks in the few interviews they granted. No one has been able to independently verify them, and when the Independent followed up on a suggestion from Jerry about another celebrity with whom he'd been acquainted during his performing career, Rip Taylor said he'd never known Jerry Hicks. The comedian added that he remembered everybody he met.

A Conversation with Spirits, as Reported by Wikipedia

Probably the most startling section from Esther Hicks' Wikipedia page is this one:

"Jerry and Esther never used the word channeling," Abraham clarifies. "It is used when applied to them, but they have never used it, because it means many things of which they are not, you see." 
"You could leave the channeling out of it. Call it inspiration; that's all it is. You don't call the basketball player a channeler, but he is; he's an extension of Source Energy. You don't call the surgeon a channeler, but he is. You don't call the musician, the magnificent master musician, you don't call him a channeler, but he is. He's channeling the broader essence of who he is into the specifics of what he is about."
Note: There is no caveat here. Wikipedia is quoting directly from "Abraham," as if a conversation with spirits had actually taken place. In reality, these words were delivered by Esther Hicks, posing as the alleged channel for spirits she has named, collectively, "Abraham."

Wikipedia has verified Esther Hicks' claims without a shred of doubt or skepticism - or proof.

As a funny aside, you might find it useful to know that, early in her channeling career, Esther Hicks spoke with an eerie accent when performing as Abraham. That's a little strange, since she said she was interpreting blocks of thought delivered by the entity, not surrendering her vocal chords. She has since dropped the accent, no explanation offered.

Conclusion


There's more, including Wikipedia's casual claim that Esther Hicks has "...co-authored nine books with her husband Jerry Hicks," when she has said that at least the first law of attraction book was virtually forced on her by Abraham and Jerry insisted that no editing is allowed by their publisher, Hay House, is misleading at best. 

In explaining the dust up over Esther Hicks' being edited out of The Secret, Wikipedia happily accepts the Hicks' version of events without question, concluding the entire encyclopedia page as a marketing coup for the spirit channel.

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Thursday, July 2, 2015

Why Science Has a Problem with the Afterlife

The Bill Nye Problem 

It's unsettling. I love science. It bothers me to hear respected scientists take the most unscientific approach to considering what is generally called "the afterlife," although the idea covers a much broader ground than the old religious belief in life after death.

This morning, I was listening to a really enjoyable book about evolution, Undeniable by Bill Nye, the "science guy" from television. The kick start for this generally delicious book was a debate Nye had with a proselytizer of "creation science," which he explains has little relationship to science, but a lot to do with "the book."

Nye has an engaging style that comes off well in an audiobook, like it does on television. He has fun wondering who Noah, his wife and children mated with to repopulate the world after the flood since, being the only humans still living, their choices were extremely limited.

He also wonders how that pair of kangaroos who survived the flood on Noah's arc, along with only 14,000 other animals and 6 caretakers, hopped all the way from Mount Ararat in Turkey down either Africa or the Arabian Peninsula or across Asia before bouncing over the vast, empty ocean to Australia. How did they do it without leaving a single trace of themselves along the way, no bones, no colonies, nothing?

Most of what he has to say is more scientific, of course, and he finds his way to a bottom line about science. That is, scientific discoveries in evolution may be exciting, but the real proof of evolutionary discovery is in how it leads us to predict the future. Creation science is not science because it can't be used to predict anything, but real science shows us how evolution brought us and the world around us to its current state of development. More important, it points out where we are heading with bracing accuracy.

Scientist Hangup: If I Can't See It, It Ain't There


Bill Nye, Science Guy - Wikipedia
Like I wrote above, I love science. But most scientists have a problem with nonphysical realities. This may be natural because only physical realities that can be observed are in their realm. What's unnatural is how readily so many abandon the scientific approach when it comes to matters outside their areas of concern, but touching or integrating with them.

I was dismayed to hear Bill Nye fall into that trap.

The first claim that made my critical faculties light up was Nye's denial of the validity of personal experiences that don't match his notions.

For me, the most salient feature of science is a commitment to keeping an open mind to the evidence, whether we like what it tells us or not. That's how a brilliant young man named Charles Darwin came upon evolution, after all, and how Einstein found gravity waves. If you keep your mind open to the best evidence, it leads to the truth.

So it was that I was startled to hear Nye's response to people who tell him they are not afraid of death.

If It Doesn't Fit, I Don't Buy It


"I just don't buy it," he says.

Why? Because fear of death is a cornerstone of his ideas about evolution. He thinks that fear drives people to live longer than their natural breeding cycles, unlike a salmon, and further into delusions about eternal life.

So, Bill Nye decided that his belief trumped reported experience. Those claiming they don't fear death must be wrong. Bill Nye, the science guy, says so.

Well, think again, Bill. I'm one of them. I have no fear of death, but faced with some of the circumstances he postulates as proof that we all fear death, I totally dread the idea of pain and injury from being smashed into by a car. Of dying, not so much. I figure I'll be gone, one way or another, and fearing it wastes time and good will.

Although there have been times in my life when I dreaded death, as in - I hate the idea that the world will go on and I'll miss all the good stuff that's coming. I'd dearly miss the first green leaves of spring and the warm hug of someone I love. That's not fear. That's life loving regret because I know that time will come.

Taking it further, Nye reports on his aunt and a respected colleague who experienced dementia as they neared death as proof that death itself can easily be explained as a winding down of the machine, its functions failing. He misses two important points.

Many people, my father included, remain mentally clear until entering the final days of the death process, and others whose minds deteriorate remain physically sound. So, if the machine fails, it does so unevenly. But I do think the cop out to aging as a long, slow deterioration is narrow and too simple.

People rebound. Cancers clear up. Minds clear. It's not the primary narrative, but it happens.

A Flaw In Their Thinking, A Big One


The other point is, I believe, a more dangerous and poisonous thread within science that, unable to deal at all with nonphysical realities, declares certainly that they don't exist. In other words, dead is dead because there aren't any nonphysical components because... well, because science can't see them.

On the other hand, and this is the troubling part, mainstream science simply refuses to observe the evidence. But as the prosecuting attorneys like to say, there are mountains of it.

In Spirit on the WaterBob Dylan wrote, "You ever seen a ghost? No. But you have heard of them."

Haven't we all?

Does any serious person with an open mind - okay, there aren't that many - does anyone fitting that description doubt that the thousands upon thousands of ghost stories and sightings over the centuries have some basis in reality? Having seen a ghost myself, verified by a second person independently, I know they are there. So do millions of other people.

But mainstream science, and specifically Bill Nye, says, "No."

Thousands of documented near death experiences, statistically shown to be consistent across time and continents by Dr. Jeffrey Long? All hallucinations.

Why? Because they can't be proven by investigation or observation, which needs a kind of Catch 22 working for it. Since these experiences are nonphysical with spirits leaving the bodies they've shared, they aren't observable as physical events. Ergo, they never happen.

Is this science or closed-mindedness?

Probably the biggest Mount Everest of evidence that science has refused to observe - the intriguing, voluminous histories of life between lives collected by Dr. Michael Newton and his followers. In three engaging books, Newton and others report in digested form what they have learned from hypnotic regressions, not just into past lives but into the crucial interstices between them.

There's a lot more to learn, but over 10,000 recorded sessions, we are supposed to believe, from a scientific point of view, don't amount to a hill of beans. The beans, of course, are always physical.

Conclusion

I singled out Bill Nye only because reading his book got me thinking. Nye is one of the most readable and entertaining science writers I've ever read. I will buy and read more of his books. But it continues to strike me as so odd the he joins the lockstep march as if it is terribly important to science to go into denial about the evidence supporting the idea of an afterlife and other related nonphysical conditions.

The closed-mindedness keeps capable thinkers and researchers on the sidelines. It's a waste I think, as is all deliberate abandonment of learning.

Do you have an opinion on this topic?

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Saturday, June 27, 2015

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Thursday, May 7, 2015

The Things We Remember and What We Forget

 Shades of the Past


Try as hard as I have, I can’t remember what road I took to that odd place in gritty downtown Binghamton.

I don’t know from what circumstance I climbed up the stairs or why I came here, to this apartment I hadn’t seen before and never would again.

Somehow, afloat in this small, peculiar eddy, I’m relaxed. I remember that, but the context is gone.

My friend and his girl paused, briefly, and he — it frustrates me that the names are lost too, but he looked sort of like Mickey Rourke when he was too young to have abused himself much, like the charismatic character in Diner – my friend raised his upper half in what looked like a yoga position for strengthening the lower back and joked, and his girlfriend laughed along.

Then, I left them and went out to talk to the roommate in the next room.

One Memory Plucked Out of a Thousand Others

What’s strange is that this memory floats alone, like it rolled out in an alternate reality, like those bobbers we used when fishing as kids, connected to the line but only slightly, waiting for a pull.

I don’t remember who I was or where I was bound, like Bob Dylan in Brownsville Girl.
I can’t really connect it with anything beyond or outside that third floor apartment on, I think, Water Street in Binghamton. Except the chilly emptiness along the sidewalks edging the Chenango River that tells me it’s late winter or early spring, the time when seasons run together, when I opened the building door and climbed upstairs.

Names or how I got there or how this guy was a friend of mine are gone, but we’d been hanging out together like accomplices without a crime, bound as outsiders. I feel the honor among thieves kind of connection.

Several times, I failed at trying to hook this memory up with anything else. I still can’t find that thread.

Worse yet, I can’t figure out how or why I kept this one memory plucked out of a thousand other things that had to be going on.

Is It Magic?

Some dampness and the raw chill of lingering winter dominate the atmosphere, and it makes more sense if it happened around the time I lived on the streets, brief though that was, when I was seventeen.

How did I get there?

Where did I go afterward?

Did I leave their apartment alone?

Did I ever see any of these people again?

I don’t know.

So, this grabs me by the arm and takes me deep into the kind of insight of which I sometimes wish I missed out. What good is there in knowing this?

Life is not secure. The anchors might all be faked. It’s possible.

And you might have done things you regret but won’t remember, on top of the protective rationalizations already so clear, acting out as a person with a flicker of a lifespan.

There must be some magic about what we remember and what refuses to come back or lock onto the grid.



Sacks and the Riddles Inside Our Skulls

Oliver Sacks writes about a man who remembers everything, total recall, the burden of which might drive even a really nice person insane, just from the weight.

What I took to be true from the story, though, is that all of us have access to everything, but we inherit and develop filters that keep certain things — trivia, false impressions, sensory errors, clownish social miscues, pain and regret — out as we edge away from childhood.
Sacks’ patient somehow didn’t get his filters.

There was nothing else exceptional about him. It’s not like he had a head the size of a basketball that gave him extra space for highlight reels, garbage and cruder events leading up to the terminus of Western Civilization or anything obvious like that.

And while we’re at it, what about the savants who can’t tie their own shoes but can whip up advanced mathematics on request?

In what compartment next to truncated tracks for learning anything useful do they park that?

How do they access the unfamiliar genius having a coffee and donut inside their skulls, waiting to be asked?

And the ones who can play back Mozart sonatas after a single hearing but don’t know what a note is or even a sheet of music?

(Poor Mozart always gets dragged up as the example, perfect Mozart, perfect example, but he isn’t as muddy or troubled as Beethoven or Berlioz).

Can savants tickle the keys just as well when it’s Haydn, Bach’s Masses or Glass? How?

What within us has tendrils of perfection only a few get to use? Or, is it more selective?

Do savants get compensated with a spritz of genius after being left out of so much else?

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Random Mass Assembled

No drama fused into my one and only late night among these last friends made it memorable.

If I meditate on it, what comes through is the lesson, the plain and simple happiness increasingly hidden, maybe inaccessible, behind the foundations of make-believe in which we live, pretending to be elevated as our hearts empty out.

The dreary isolation surrounding this episode gets swept off into the trash bin of who needs it memory.

If you don’t learn to embed your memories with some order-inducing color, your story goes ragged and random. You throw a lot of things away you should have kept.

It’s all still in the basket, but you can’t get to it and it can’t get to you.

Read enough Sacks and you realize that an injury, a blow to the head, can be like tipping the basket over and all the discarded junk tumbles back onto the prairie of who you are, enough to make who you were seem like some ratty remnant with most of its threads frayed.


Life Afloat in Time

A random universe of scenes comes up like bubbles adrift in a pool of extremely heavy water:

Hiding behind a rickety garage in the middle of a winter night, the cold, quiet wind whispering against the rotting wood, watching Ginny’s inebriated parents walk the worn-down path to a house full of children they made but couldn’t afford, me isolated in the shadows, and a year later, when she didn’t love me anymore, standing in knee-deep snow, trying to see her through curtained windows, having hiked all the way out there in the biting cold, knowing I’d never touch her again but for some crazy reason needing a physical fracture….

Walking toward the crown of city streets between Herald Square and the shows on Broadway, Christmas lights brightening the buildings at and above street level, and me jubilant over a check for $137,000 in my pocket…

Stranded in the night at the base of Pike’s Peak, tattered suitcase to sit on and Gene Pitney singing It Hurts To Be In Love from somewhere out in the irregular field of small, incandescent lights, really lost, waiting, wondering…

Kissing Jodi on a summer night in the pouring rain at the intersection of Delaware and Utica when we were young and first in love…

Watching Kenny fall wildly backward from the batter’s box while my fastball, aimed straight at his head, buzzed by...

Dozens keep coming, for some reason, finding the screen ahead of a billion others.

The strangest thing, some element puts me right back there, in the scene again.

Casting them as memories detaches them, like file cabinets of illusion, but they aren’t broken off. Somewhere, somehow, they are still real.

Mysterious Captain of Jill Bolte Taylor’s Ship

They come up whole, like the big chunks, for no reason, in an overstocked minestrone with a dense, invisible broth.

Am I being shown something or is this more like a random, transcendental meteor shower, blown through the ether, creating accidents?

Uncertainty convinces me we are barely on the cuff of awareness, fooling around in an estimated world that will someday be an embarrassment to our descendants.

A simple solution is to let most of it fall off in the vapor trail. That’s what I think, if not what I do.

You’re never going to understand anything more than the general essence, anyway, and why should you? Life isn’t a story.

A story is a clever mechanical device we explain to ourselves and others to mediate an architecture of reality that will be pulverized if found naked. It’s a game, a built-in habit, one we picked to stick us all together on this eternal grid.

We all have it, even Oliver Sacks’ guy who never forgets anything. His story is the same, just with all the detritus still stuck in it.

Which is why books like Finnegan’s Wake and abstract art get to me.

The mission to represent something real marches on.

It’s why the rhythms of Cummings’ most angular poetry taught me so much. Poetry, Wallace Stevens tuned and tuned and tuned and tuned, is only about those beautiful spikes.

The less time spent on foundations, the better. Let it all hang out.

My friend Rich used to refer to people “opening their kimonos,” but it’s also like the scene in Scrooged where the ghost’s robe parts to expose hell’s Bosch-like inferno in the gut.

That central observation station, the traveler at the wheel, stays, observing, conducting, appreciating, held in a greater coherence than the infinite medley playing.

In Jill Bolte Taylor’s My Stroke of Genius, she describes in startling detail how she watched her own brain go to mush.

Lots to learn when a brain scientist has a chance to tell her story from the inside, but what was dumbfounding, what was unforgettable, was that she stood up at the TED Conference to tell her story at all.

What coherent person was inside, undamaged, taking the whole thing in, keeping the record while her brain fried and, then, hung around the coffee shop to startle us with anecdotes?

Who was that?

Do we all get one?

Is it me or we?

We must, I figure, all have one of whatever irreducible thing it is.

How could we all walk around figuratively headless?

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What do you remember or forget?