|Pencil drawing of T. H. Huxley done by his daughter Marian Collier|
Too long have I withheld my deepest philosophical musings here. The 'epigraph' or 'subtitle' of this blog promises a discussion of 'Paradox', yet it has not been forthcoming. Until now.
If I were to define my spiritual beliefs - my theology - in a single phrase it would be 'Paradox is God' or more precisely 'Paradox is the foundation of all reality.'
I'll delve into this in more detail as I go along here. Let me start by simply noting that people of faith generally profess that reason cannot fathom their beliefs. God, for example, is an entity without a cause. Paradox, I argue, is the only such entity that has a fully justifiable, self consistent 'reason' to be an entity without a cause.
But can Paradox serve as a 'creator' in the same way that the Judeo-Christian God does? The answer was given (somewhat inadvertently) by Thomas H. Huxley, who called himself "Darwin's Bulldog" when he wrote, in 1887:
"The known is finite, the unknown infinite; intellectually we stand on an islet in the midst of an illimitable ocean of inexplicability. Our business in every generation is to reclaim a little more land, …"
As a teenager growing up in a church-going Presbyterian family, I rebelled when I began to think for myself. I became an empiricist, as Huxley was. If you can't observe it, you can't believe it. And that reasoning guided me to become an atheist. Over the years my stance mellowed and I began to call myself an agnostic - a term coined by Huxley.
Truth be told, I gave little thought to the role of things spiritual in the lives of men for most of forty years. Then I started working on my Sci-Fi/Fantasy novel 'Eden's Womb' and decided that the culture of this distant future people would not be plausible without a well developed belief system. Every culture I've studied has one--they seem to emerge spontaneously out of the human psyche, though not everyone in the culture believes in their religion. So I started to formulate a faith for those hypothetical people in their perilous world of half a million years from now. And I took the job seriously.
Before long my fictional characters had their religion, and then, as I continued to explore their lives and their world ... well, let's just say that they began to teach me how useful it is.
So what does this manufactured religion turned practical guide look like? It starts in the unlikeliest place--from a raw proto-universe made of pure random indifference.
This is the ultimate Paradox: The uncaring universe cares for us. Let me try to explain:
The essence of Paradox is unrestricted Chaos. I often use the terms interchangeably. The Chaos is a restless frothing 'field' of conflicting properties of practically infinite variety which constantly create and destroy themselves and each other. As a simple example, it is the 'I am/I am not' declared by the pairs of particles that zip in and out of being in the reference frame in which we exist. What we call a 'vacuum' is actually a seething, restless, yet entirely random and indifferent field full of dynamic events and processes. From what I understand, the tiny bit of this Chaos that can be detected within our limited reference frame is only one part in 10 to the 120th power of all that's out there. The Chaos is a potent force indeed.
A key property of this random indifferent Chaos is that localized, temporary self-organization can occur within it, and that self-organization can become self-sustaining.
Paradox has no law but the law that there is no law. Indifference has no reason or desire to prevent a self-organizing 'tumor' to grow and expand within its belly.
A simple example is an infinite field of random Arabic numerals, 0 through 9. Somewhere in that field there exists an arbitrarily long string of nothing but the number 5, as far as the eye can see. If one lives in that particular patch of 'space' one would observe an exquisite, mysterious order to the universe--an inexplicable 'fine tuning'. This patch of 'all fives' is Huxley's Islet.
I could elaborate, but I think you get the idea: We are dependent on the realm of 'all fives' - the Islet - within which the universe has allowed meaning to emerge for us. Furthermore, since we cannot tolerate the encroachment or appearance of 'fours' or 'sixes', which would corrupt our reality, it is in our best interest to do anything we can to preserve and propagate the 'all fives.' Thus not only does (localized, temporary) meaning emerge from nothing (the primordial vacuum of pure Paradox), but so does purpose.
Here's where I suggest an amendment to Huxley's statement, quoted above. Not only is our business (our purpose) to try to claim new territory, we must also tirelessly struggle to preserve the land we hold - against the relentless eroding effects of the battering ocean waves.
Far more importantly, we must learn to swim.
The ocean of inexplicability is a place where faith can help us. Do not be afraid of the water. Embrace the 'fours' and 'sixes'. As Bruce Lee once said, "If you want to learn to swim, jump into the water. On dry land no frame of mind is ever going to help you."
Why seek to swim this ocean of the unexplained? The human psyche craves it. We do not exist on reason alone. If we immerse ourselves in the Chaos and learn something of the ways of the battering waves, we may better preserve our shores.
In my novel this guiding principle that men should work to preserve and protect the existence and health of the Islet is called the 'Noble Course'. And I find it a wonderful practical guide for living. Again without much elaboration it goes like this: If you're doing something that will help us collectively preserve and strengthen the sustaining and impelling nature of things - to fend off the destruction and decay engendered by the Chaos - you are doing 'good.'
In 'Eden's Womb' there is yet another layer to the Islet of reality that these distant future humans live in. The universe itself turns out to have a voice and a purpose. It is a conscious entity that cares for and needs interaction with humans, just as God does. This is the Strongmother 'Naja', who begat the entire observable universe. As the story goes, Naja has been on Sabbatical since the creation. The seventh day is just coming to an end, and so She is returning to Her business after being away. This is to explain why men never heard of Her. She claims God is one of Her creations, who at first rebelled against her but then repented and has served Her well for a time. But now it's time for Her to take charge, and to see that human destiny is steered toward Her purpose.
What is the Strongmother's purpose? Discovering it is one of the critical tasks facing our young human hero, Adam Windreath Timberfell, the chosen 'Last Messiah,' as he struggles to accept and grow into this role that he feels he doesn't deserve and never wished to take on.
Elaboration on the natural philosophy introduced above.
Below I revisit this subject with much more explicit detail about our real 'All Fives' world and how it came into being from out of pure Paradox.
This is a follow-on of the stuff above. It provides as simple an explanation as I can produce of a physical process that appears, to me to be a logical, defendable, scenario that explains where we all come from. Read and enjoy, or scoff and ignore as you see fit. Discussion is always welcome.
The Tenth Power of a Trillion Possibilities
“In the Beginning …”
Simple words that run deep.
Beginning is everything. Without it, in the realm without time, the Chaos rages like an infinite roiling sea. But within it “… God Created.” Creation is our island. Because we came from the Chaos, and because the Chaos remains all about us, we sense pain and squalor—the agony of destruction and annihilation. And so the Beginning is our most precious possession. The Beginning is God.
The proof that God lives is self-evident. Creation is ongoing. Time unfolds it before our eyes in an intricate ballet, and we are called to dance. God insists on our participation. Without our good works, the Chaos wins. It will swallow the Creation and the world will end.
It has happened before—a beginning that the Chaos destroyed. It is happening now. Watch the vacuum of space and you see it—the particles being created and destroyed. The vacuum is our window into the Chaos.
This is the cautionary tale I come to tell. We know of only one particle that hasn’t yet been swallowed by the Chaos—our Beginning.
What is the Chaos out of which we were molded? What is the nature of this magnificent Beginning such that it has not yet been swallowed? There are some simple answers. T.H. Huxley proposed that the Chaos is the sea of the infinite unknown and our reality is an island of firm ground.
How many waves are in that mysterious sea, waiting to wash away our island? A trillion? Nay, the tenth power of a trillion. And here’s the frightening mystery. Our little island was once just another wave.
When the sea rises up and washes an island away, all that remains of it are the waves that reflected off its tattered shores. Yet our Island persists. It seems worlds away from the ephemeral particles we see in the froth of the vacuum. How did it emerge so virulent? How does it cling to its existence and defy the Chaos?
Because the Chaos is indifferent. It cares not. Within it the waves come and go. Sometimes, as with the pairs of particles popping into existence out of nothing, the waves have substance.
Substance—the ‘Library of Possible Things’—is one of the four ingredients needed for our Creation. The others are the Oscillator-Distorter (time), the Carrier-Container (space), and the Slicer-Dicer (the quantum field).
Within the Chaos there are surely many other ingredients, perhaps as many as there are waves. Those others we cannot see, though evidence suggests that their number may be that mind-boggling trillion-trillion-trillion-trillion-trillion-trillion-trillion-trillion-trillion-trillion—the tenth power of a trillion, or ten to the one-hundred-twentieth power. It is a vast sea indeed.
But we needed only four. In the Beginning the four ingredients mentioned above came together. Within the vast sea of ingredients the odds of four particular waves combining to produce a rogue mega-wave would seem prohibitive, but within the indifferent timeless Chaos, what is possible is inevitable.
Here I must pause to make a point of personal perspective. For most of my life I argued that the Creation did not require a pro-active God. But it got one. Despite my protestations God appears by default—by definition. It is the paradox of the chicken and the egg. What happened before time is eternal. The Chaos is God’s antithesis and nemesis and I believe it is necessary to have such a Yin-Yang for either to be relevant. The roiling sea of inexplicability is timeless and senseless and so I argued that there is no point in naming “the wind that moves the waves.” But Yin and Yang are inseparable equals, so if I name one the Chaos, I must also name the other. How did God get to be pro-active, conscious, and personal, while the Chaos remained insensate and indifferent? The answer is straightforward. It is the result of the miracle of self-replication. The Chaos would call it ‘trial and error’ but the Chaos doesn’t name things. Only we self-replicating beings do that. So we win. But will we win in the end? The purpose of the rest of this document is to explain and elaborate.
Okay, so in defiance of nearly insurmountable odds, the four ingredients in the recipe converged. The four waves produced a great rogue mega-wave. The one property that distinguished it—the property that leads to us—is that the crest of this wave became a fountain. It was self-replicating. It was what physics calls a ‘false vacuum’—a gushing font of ‘big bangs’.
Without time self-replication is impossible, meaningless. The Oscillator-Distorter contributed the property of motion to the mega-wave. It would not have continued, though. Time would have reversed and the mega-wave would be gone in a fleeting instant without the other three ingredients.
The Container-Carrier provides a space for oscillations and distortions to operate. Without an aspect of space there would have been no dimension for time’s arrow to traverse. And still, together, time and space would have come and gone without consequence.
Substance provided the spark. Before the ephemeral box of space-time dissipated a particular ‘thing’ from among the Library of Possible Things entered. The ‘thing’ that appeared in this event was a particularly improbable one. Though its net energy was zero, as it must be, its two components had enormous energy. Still, as we observe regularly in the big safe vastness of space-time that we now enjoy, this is not enough. All the particle pairs that appear out of the vacuum quickly disappear again.
The Slicer-Dicer provided the final ingredient. In the fleeting instant of time provided within the tiny box of nascent space, a quantum fluctuation sent one member of this pair of energetic particles across a threshold of instability. It amplified its energy enough to trigger a run-away fountain of ‘big bangs’—of nascent universes.
In the Beginning four ingredients came together to create an explosive universe generator. But these universes were without form and void. Though the space-time within them expanded immeasurably beyond the ephemeral germ that created them, these ‘germ-baby’ universes lived and died without consequence.
How many trillion-trillion-trillion universes gushing from the unstoppable font came and went without consequence, no tale tells. But the Library of Possible Things now had vast playgrounds in which to experiment. Is it really any wonder that within the lifetime of one of these germ-baby universes a matter-antimatter imbalance emerged? I think not. The Slicer-Dicer is all about creating random imbalances.
But another more unlikely event was still required. Once upon a time in a universe far, far away, a particle of matter and a Slicer-Dicer wave made love and a baby universe was born out of an existing universe. Just like in the creation of the original font of all universes, the creation of a new baby universe from the matter of a parent universe required a highly energetic particle of matter to cross the energy threshold and create a germ of false vacuum.
Self replication. The baby universe carried with it the properties of the matter particle from the parent universe. Quantum fluctuations provided the mutations. Further generations refined the process until a genealogy of reliably self-replicating universes had established.
And so we come to the next great break-through, though I believe it is not the last. Matter from the Library mixed and matched until it produced DNA, and life was born.
The first early universes were void of matter. When matter began to contaminate some of them, universes began to have babies carrying the physical constants from the parent universes. When life began to contaminate some of these, simple microbes found a way to influence the reproduction of universes, and universes began to have babies that transmitted the formula favorable for life.
We call it fine tuning. The degree of improbability that our universe could be so finely tuned speaks to the journey we’ve made to get where we are here in this universe. Our universe descends from a genealogy that probably goes back trillions and trillions of generations.
In my novel I’ve called the simple microbes that facilitate universe reproduction ‘Twees’ and I take the reader on an exploratory journey to witness universe reproduction first hand as a woefully imperfect universe struggles to have its first baby and in so doing triggers the next great evolutionary break-through.