Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Teleology and the Limit of Science

I stumbled upon a Minute Physics video featuring Neil deGrasse Tyson discussing philosophy. I couldn't pass up this triumvirate of awesome things, so I gave it a watch.


After watching, I scrolled down to find that the comments section of this video, like any other where science intrudes on matters typically reserved for religion, is a veritable battlefield of choleric argument. But as I find occurring increasingly often, I discovered that I could not side with my fellow scientists (or, to say it perhaps more aptly given the inescapable subtext, my fellow atheists) in their rabidly empirical epistemologies. Certainly I share their conclusions, but I must also agree with the religious apologists that there exists a dogma of scientism in which the limit of our method is forgotten. I applaud Tyson for his argument, and I do this not simply because he plainly demonstrates the difficulty of the question, but because he does so with sober realization that conjecture, even empirically grounded, is not the same as fact.

Let us consider the epistemological basis for our method. Science entails a deliberate bias towards the null hypothesisit carries the base assumption that, prior to empirical observation and statistical/logical/mathematical analysis of that observation, no knowledge exists except for one postulate: that, among any set of hypotheses, the possibility with the fewest positive assertions is the most likely. We can see this clearly in Tyson's thought as he systematically identifies issues which make particular postulates unlikely, and consequently defaults to the simplest postulate of all, the one with no positive assertions whatsoever, viz., that there simply is no purpose to the universe. This is, indeed, the idea most strongly favored by science.


But the humility of science must be preserved. There was a time that it saw no reason to believe that atoms contained discrete subparticles, and so it operated under the assumption that an atom was, as the concept's etymological root suggests, a truly indivisible billiard-ball-shaped item; this assumption was, as we now know, incorrect. It has been asserted by some on the basis of such corrections that science is merely a set of beliefs, that for all its pomp and surety it is really no different from religion. But this is an oversimplification. It would be more accurate to regard science as a pair of interdependent systems founded upon the same core principles: one of investigation, and one of speculation. Through the investigative system, science tests and re-tests its ideas with a statistical eye until it reaches assertions which tend to be so startlingly reliable that it is a struggle to call them anything other than objective fact. But the system of speculation employed by science is indeed simply speculation which happens to be systematic, and it is these speculations that we can accurately call beliefs; some might balk at this, but I would remind them again of the billiard ball atom and the multitude of other perfectly valid theories which ultimately proved wrong. We must keep our certainty within its statistical limits, and avoid ascribing to conjecture, even popular conjecture, any undue prestige by regarding it as fact.

Tyson is fully conscious of where science finds its limit, and he reminds us of this by both preceding and succeeding this discussion of science with admissions that he is uncertain in his belief. This gives us the proper way to regard Tyson's thesis: it is science, and it is mere belief, but this is neither a tautology nor a contradiction.

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Tuesday, October 9, 2012

The Worthy Pride of Man


I'd pray for you to never pray if it would skew your faith
It pains to see you credit God where I see human power
I think I'd rather fall to Hell, to rings beyond the eighth
Than live outside of Babel and refuse to build a tower

I find no worthy meaning in a puppeted endeavor
If God is here, I welcome him and hope to find his love
But let that love not be the force I press against a lever
I live no life if all my acts are licensed from above

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A Reasoned Hubris


"Is it too soon for me to die?
Must I wait for my time?
No sir, my mind is not awry
nor have I done a crime.
Although, at that, shall I arrange
to lose claim of my sense?
If I should sin, are you less strange?
What justifies you?"

"You've seized your life without a fee.
You hold no deed; you're squatting.
It's owned by you as much as me,
so I've no need for plotting.
I have no plan, no karmic law,
no art within my action.
So sin, go mad, or hold no flaw;
I'm still coming."

"I found my life by happenstance,
a penny on the paving.
No theft, and yet, by happy chance,
it's mine for careful saving.
And since I hold it, you cannot
without a mugger's ethic.
You must have some small moral thought --
what justifies you?"

"This right which you presume to hold
finds governance in Nature.
She'll never do as man has told,
she'll make no deal or wager.
Your mind of ethics, law, and art
does not persuade her agents.
We simply act, no code or heart.
I'm still coming."

"You draw too near, you draw too near!
Stand back and let me speak!
With all you take, lend just an ear
before I grow too weak.
I've much to say before I

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Thursday, May 31, 2012

Random Seed Poetry 3: "Sight"

Seed words: cross, blessed, engine, astronomy, con
If you don't know what this means, read the first post in the series for an explanation.

"Sight"

The purest truth dissatisfies;
knowledge will ruin me.
An honest con with laser sight
never sees perfectly.
The engine's not the motive force,
it only carries it.
Before the fact, a vision forms,
something more beautiful.

Commentary: Alright, the random word generator is screwing with me now. The day that I have promised to write about something other than religion, the first two words it gives me are "cross" and "blessed." In any case, I did manage to write about something else, although I'm honestly not as happy with how this one turned out as compared to the last two. That may be due in part to two new structural things that I'm trying here. Firstly, I deviated from my usual tendency to use a single repeated metrical foot; instead, the lines alternated between iambic and dactylic meter, which I think gave it an interesting sort of staggered rhythm. Secondly, I wrote it unrhymed — which may not seem like a big deal, but rhyme is usually what I use to tie my poems together, aesthetically. Without rhyme, it risks seeming less cohesive, which might actually have happened — you'll have to tell me.

The topic is probably not very clear. I didn't state things very directly in this one. What I'm getting at is the notion that the experience of something is often more beautiful than the understanding of it. When analysis runs too deep, it can undercut and completely miss the things that made the investigation worthwhile to begin with. And yes, I am painfully aware that this sounds rather reminiscent of a certain pair of rapping clowns, but just because the way they say it is so inane, that doesn't mean there isn't any validity to the philosophical notion that they are trying to discuss. Except, unlike them, I'm not going to go around shouting angrily about scientists.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Mortality

This life is futile, bounded twice: birth brought me late and death shall take me early. No work produces permanence, and play cannot sustain itself, so our labors and our loves fail to leave a mark. My words will dissolve in the vastness of time, and even time will end and swallow all traces of me.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Shallowness

Society's values regarding love are self-contradictory. We view love based on physical appeal as shallow and imperfect, but our views of sexual orientation imply that love is predicated on some degree of lust.
  • There are men with feminine personalities, and women with masculine personalities, so the body is the only constant difference between the two genders; that is to say, gender is a physical fact, but not a mental or emotional one.
  • It is acceptable, at the very least, for someone to be heterosexual.
But if a man rejects a perfectly nice woman based on her physical appearance, he is declared a pig. This is not very different from a man rejecting a perfectly nice man based on his gender. They are different extents of the same irresistible influence of lust, and therefore if we do not condemn the latter, we should at least be understanding of the former.

"... reason is still there accusing the baseness and injustice of the passions and disturbing the peace of those who give way to them, and the passions are still alive in those who want to reject them." —Blaise Pascal
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Friday, July 2, 2010

Constellation Analogy

Crux constellationImage via Wikipedia

Think of ideas as stars, and religions as constellations. When you looked into the night sky for the first time, you saw countless points of light; some were bright and obvious while others were dim and hard to spot, but they were all beautiful. But then someone pointed to a few of those stars and drew lines between them. Over time, you learned to see a constellation in the sky whenever you look at those stars, and now you don't even think about the fact that those connections were invented. They have become just as natural as the stars themselves, and the beauty of the stars is somewhat dependant on the lines between them. Stars that aren't connected become mundane; you ignore them as you look for your constellation, and smile only when you find it. To have a good perspective, you need to appreciate all of the stars, not just the ones that are part of your constellation.
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