This is the most awesome, succinct version of world history I've ever read. It's really ingenious. Check it out. I can't believe how elaborate it is! By College Humor.
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Saturday, December 10, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
So, You Think You're Dreaming?
I seem to have extraordinarily vivid dreams. Often when I describe my dreams to others, they are astounded by how bizarre and also how clear they are. My friend Will likes to joke about how while he is sleeping, I am out roaming the universe at night. And indeed sometimes it feels like I am. I wonder if it's because I've read so much sci-fi. I do think sci-fi works like those of Arthur C. Clark can actually expand your imagination.
Not too long ago I had a lucid dream in which I was walking down a staircase, and then came upon a beautiful mosaic. I remember it very well because of how clear and detailed it was. I remember thinking (in my dream) that there was no possible way my brain could manufacture what I was seeing.
I could see the roughness of the grout between the tiles. I could feel the imperfections in the stone. There were little chip marks, little scratches, and all of the little details that exist in real-life objects when viewed up close. All of that was in my dream. I woke up with the distinct impression that I had actually been somewhere else, somewhere real.
Assuming that I was not experiencing astral projection, the question comes up, where did all that complex detail come from? How could that near-infinite visual data be stored in my head? I know for certain that I had never seen that mosaic before in real life. Was it being recalled from other things I'd seen, or was it actually being generated?
And the data wasn't only being generated (or recalled) and displayed in a static way, but it was being rendered in real time! I could walk back and forth adjusting my point of view, and the image would change accordingly. The light even played across the mosaic form a nearby window with perfect accuracy!
The most powerful computer in the world with top-of-the-line graphics could never display that much detail in real time, with seamless motion and lighting effects. And I find it hard to believe that the brain could either! The amount of data that enters our eyes is so vast! It is one thing to realize that our brains actually absorb so much information, organize it, and make sense of it all. But to generate that much data while dreaming?! Surely not.
I've had enough of these extremely vivid dream experiences to know this wasn't a fluke. Either the brain is far more powerful than we ever imagined, or I really am out exploring the universe at night. The second option almost sounds more likely.
SPF
Not too long ago I had a lucid dream in which I was walking down a staircase, and then came upon a beautiful mosaic. I remember it very well because of how clear and detailed it was. I remember thinking (in my dream) that there was no possible way my brain could manufacture what I was seeing.
I could see the roughness of the grout between the tiles. I could feel the imperfections in the stone. There were little chip marks, little scratches, and all of the little details that exist in real-life objects when viewed up close. All of that was in my dream. I woke up with the distinct impression that I had actually been somewhere else, somewhere real.
Assuming that I was not experiencing astral projection, the question comes up, where did all that complex detail come from? How could that near-infinite visual data be stored in my head? I know for certain that I had never seen that mosaic before in real life. Was it being recalled from other things I'd seen, or was it actually being generated?
And the data wasn't only being generated (or recalled) and displayed in a static way, but it was being rendered in real time! I could walk back and forth adjusting my point of view, and the image would change accordingly. The light even played across the mosaic form a nearby window with perfect accuracy!
The most powerful computer in the world with top-of-the-line graphics could never display that much detail in real time, with seamless motion and lighting effects. And I find it hard to believe that the brain could either! The amount of data that enters our eyes is so vast! It is one thing to realize that our brains actually absorb so much information, organize it, and make sense of it all. But to generate that much data while dreaming?! Surely not.
I've had enough of these extremely vivid dream experiences to know this wasn't a fluke. Either the brain is far more powerful than we ever imagined, or I really am out exploring the universe at night. The second option almost sounds more likely.
SPF
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Sunday, December 4, 2011
A Post To Make Evolutionists Angry
The debate over whether
intelligent design is a credible topic to teach children (or even
mention to children) in school is such a no-brainer to me that I am
simply flabbergasted as to why it is such a hotly debated topic. The
only way I can think to explain its passionate dismissal by so many
educators, is complete professional bias because of its connection
to religion, the most unpopular of subjects today.
When looking for an explanation, is it not simply good practice to consider more than
one possibility? Of two explanations, one may very well be proven
wrong, eventually, and then the other would be more sure. And
yet in the case of the origin of life, only one possible
explanation is put forward in schools, and it is one that has not been proven.
Rather, it is one that has been proven to be very shaky indeed.
The refusal to consider
alternate explanations is dishonest, unwise, unbalanced, and just bad practice. And it's not just refusal. It is protest marches, court cases, hate mail...
it is pulsating forehead veins! I say stay this madness! Education has been
hijacked by the dogma of the staunchly irreligious.
Logic seems to
dictate loudly that intelligent design is not only a credible
explanation in talking about the origin of complex systems, but a far
more likely explanation than unaided evolution is. We must remember,
however, that they are very different types of explanation. While one
of them is purely based on science, the other admits that science alone
cannot always be used to prove what can be proven logically or
philosophically. But is it really so strange that a thing,
contemplating itself, is unable to explain its own origin using observation and analysis?
Why then such fury? Is it
anything more than a gross overreaction to the hint of a religious
flavor? It is a fury that causes evolutionists to become more narrow and
religious in their thinking even than their counterparts! For which is more narrow and dogmatic, to accept nothing but what the
scientific method can prove, or to accept some element of the
unexplainable? Is it more narrow to believe only in the natural, or
to leave room also for at least the possibility
of the supernatural?
But
logic gives the greater argument. Setting aside the question of life,
let us ask this: What complex system, showing clear order, do we know
of that did not come
about from something even more complex and orderly than itself? A
complex thing like a book can only exist because it came from a more
complex author. A complex ECG printout can only exist because it came
from a much more complex printer. A complex ant hill, can only exist
because it came from a much more complicated ant. What about a
beehive? A melody?
In
fact, we cannot find anything
complex and orderly that did not originate from something even more
complex and orderly, and with a specific creative intent.
It would be madness to try to explain a book by postulating that a
nearby printing press exploded, and the letters, ink and paper all
fell down together coincidentally, and in the right sequence to
produce intelligent text. It would be lunacy to try to explain a pop song
by postulating that there was an accident in the recording studio,
and all the instruments were knocked about while the record button
was pressed. It is madness and lunacy precisely because even the
dullest of us recognize the signs of intelligent design in literature
and music.
We
cannot find anything
complex and orderly that did not originate from something more
complex and orderly. And yet in the case of the most
complex and orderly thing of all, life, we are taught to believe that
the opposite is true. Even with absolutely no precedent, we are
taught to deny these clear principles. We are taught to believe that life did not originate from something more complex and
orderly, but instead that the universe exploded and that all the
pieces did indeed fall down together coincidentally and in the right sequence.
Is
this not simply madness? It may very well not
be madness, it may in fact be true. In the case of life, perhaps the
printing press may well have exploded to produce the book. But what
about the likelihood
of those two contrasting explanations? We are talking about
astronomical figures here. What sane person, finding a book, would
assume such a far-fetched explanation? And yet, this is how we are
taught to think!
Is
it the apparent absence of an author that leads men to think this
way? They look around, and see no obvious sign of an author (besides
life itself), and so they wrack their brains for centuries in order
to come up with any explanation that is at least feasible. And then they tell it to themselves for
centuries more, until they they actually believe it is true. That is
precisely our situation! Evolution may be feasible, but is it likely?
Is it not more likely that we simply have not found the author?
Actually,
it is not the apparent absence of the author only, but it is the
intentional unwillingness for there to be
an author that has caused us to take the most unlikely explanation
imaginable, and elevate it to the dogma of our age. Why? For many
reasons. For intellectuals, it is because believing in God means
accountability. For
non-intellectuals, it is because believing in God is so damn
unfashionable. Also, because religion through the ages has proven to
be so damning, men will believe anything to escape it. Is it really
so foolish to imagine God away for the sake of self-preservation?
But
intellectual honesty must at some point prevail. And even though we
may hate the idea, we must admit the obvious. As clearly as we know
that a beehive is the result of the intelligent bee, we can see that
life is also the result of something, or someone intelligent, beyond
our ability to fully explain or perhaps ever understand. Either that
is true, or we are betting on the feasibility of a theory with a
likelihood of somewhere between a number astronomically minuscule,
and zero.
So
why is there such vehement protest against the theory of intelligent
design? Why do we insist only on the dogmatic indoctrination of
evolution? Bias, nothing more.
SPF
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Thursday, December 1, 2011
The Origin Of Things
I am fascinated by the incalculable number of things all around us, things that we take for granted and most often don't even notice. Where do they all come from? Who makes them? How are they made?
There is a knob on the stereo amplifier above my desk. Someone had to fashion that, had to design it and produce it. It must have been manufactured in a factory somewhere. By who? Using what? Did they make an entire machine just to make those particular knobs? Where were the parts for the machine made?
The perfectly shaped little rubber blobs that act as mini stands for my laptop. The strap of my watch, with all it's little separate pieces, ingeniously designed to function. The custom light fixtures in the storage unit I can see from my window. The glass jar sitting on my desk. The valerian root extract inside. The countless little pieces of metal and plastic, attached to just about everything, giving things their shape and structure, holding them together.
There are too many little things everywhere for me to begin to fathom! And the idea that each one of them has a story, a process that they went through, involving people and places, labor, and factories, machines, transportation, trade, money, design, assembly, placement and then sales. It is an inconceivably complex web!
Yesterday, I was in the main mail sorting center for Amsterdam. It is a gigantic warehouse full of machines, each one the size of a building itself, and each one full of countless rollers, latches, switches, clasps, belts and unnameable pieces and parts. These machines sort thousands of letters each minute. You can see them zipping by at a tremendous pace. If you thought a paper jam in your laser printer was annoying, imagine if one little letter in one of these machines jammed. They would have to call the professionals; no normal human would have a clue what to do!
All those little parts! I mean, someone must have designed the overall concept of the machine. And then engineers must have figured out how to build it. And then specialists must have specifically designed all the parts for it. And then manufacturers must have produced them--probably using other machines. Where does it end? Where does it begin?
Sometimes, when I drive through the city and look around, the sky scrapers, the bulldozers, the trains, I can't help but marvel at the ingenuity of the human race. We have accomplished so much. We have built so much. We have made things that our ancestors could not have been capable of imagining.
The scope of human imagination is astounding. And the ability to collaborate, and turn ideas into real things is a mysterious phenomenon to end-consumers like me. It would seem just as rational of an explanation (did I not already know some of the background) if I were told that it was all conjured by magic.
After all, what is the difference between technology we can't understand, and magic? We, for instance, discovered and harnessed radio waves: invisible forces that travel through the air at lightning speeds, completely undetected, transmitting voices and information to people far away. Our ancestors would find no other term satisfactory than "supernatural."
And magicians, who know well the secrets of their craft, probably find it quite hilarious that we call what they do magic!
SPF
There is a knob on the stereo amplifier above my desk. Someone had to fashion that, had to design it and produce it. It must have been manufactured in a factory somewhere. By who? Using what? Did they make an entire machine just to make those particular knobs? Where were the parts for the machine made?
The perfectly shaped little rubber blobs that act as mini stands for my laptop. The strap of my watch, with all it's little separate pieces, ingeniously designed to function. The custom light fixtures in the storage unit I can see from my window. The glass jar sitting on my desk. The valerian root extract inside. The countless little pieces of metal and plastic, attached to just about everything, giving things their shape and structure, holding them together.
There are too many little things everywhere for me to begin to fathom! And the idea that each one of them has a story, a process that they went through, involving people and places, labor, and factories, machines, transportation, trade, money, design, assembly, placement and then sales. It is an inconceivably complex web!
Yesterday, I was in the main mail sorting center for Amsterdam. It is a gigantic warehouse full of machines, each one the size of a building itself, and each one full of countless rollers, latches, switches, clasps, belts and unnameable pieces and parts. These machines sort thousands of letters each minute. You can see them zipping by at a tremendous pace. If you thought a paper jam in your laser printer was annoying, imagine if one little letter in one of these machines jammed. They would have to call the professionals; no normal human would have a clue what to do!
All those little parts! I mean, someone must have designed the overall concept of the machine. And then engineers must have figured out how to build it. And then specialists must have specifically designed all the parts for it. And then manufacturers must have produced them--probably using other machines. Where does it end? Where does it begin?
Sometimes, when I drive through the city and look around, the sky scrapers, the bulldozers, the trains, I can't help but marvel at the ingenuity of the human race. We have accomplished so much. We have built so much. We have made things that our ancestors could not have been capable of imagining.
The scope of human imagination is astounding. And the ability to collaborate, and turn ideas into real things is a mysterious phenomenon to end-consumers like me. It would seem just as rational of an explanation (did I not already know some of the background) if I were told that it was all conjured by magic.
After all, what is the difference between technology we can't understand, and magic? We, for instance, discovered and harnessed radio waves: invisible forces that travel through the air at lightning speeds, completely undetected, transmitting voices and information to people far away. Our ancestors would find no other term satisfactory than "supernatural."
And magicians, who know well the secrets of their craft, probably find it quite hilarious that we call what they do magic!
SPF
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