WHY IS A GIRAFFE?

Something unknown is doing we know not what.

                                                 Sir Arthur Edington

What, ultimately, is purpose?  Boxed in, as we increasingly and inescapably are, by reflections only of ourselves and our science-based achievements, we are I believe in danger of becoming hypnotized by teleology: the explanation of phenomena in terms of the purposes they serve. We are in turn constantly being reminded that we are – or should be – rational beings. Purposelessness, like irrationality, is dismissed as nonsensical. Accordingly, you can't just take a stroll in the modern technocratic state, you'll be apprehended for suspicious behavior.  No, you must be "out jogging" - with all the accoutrements that jogging requires – so as to stay fit, or heading down the road to catch the bus to get to work to earn the money to pay the 25-year mortgage to eventually retire - and die - in comfort, if cancer or a heart attack doesn’t get you first.  Meanwhile, you are working like a slave at a job you dislike for the interim purpose of affording annual holidays. Yet the holidays are deemed “escapes”, “away from it all”, and at the end of them you head “back to the real world”.  It’s all very odd.

In his play Death of a Salesman, back in the 1950’s, Arthur Miller illustrated this phenomenon with a neon sign over the stage which flashed  
   PARADISE===>PARADISE ===>PARADISE. 
Our obsession with purpose, he was warning, is a treadmill. Alan Watts, writing around the same time, referred to it as “eating the menu, instead of the meal”. 

Philosophers have long pondered the purpose of life. The question sounds reasonable, but in reality it’s nonsense, a paradox thrown up by the dualism of the thought process itself. Gertrude Stein famously solved the riddle on her deathbed, with her pronouncement that  "a rose is a rose is a rose". Her lover, Alice B. Toklas, echoed this insight when her own end came. "What is the answer?" she demanded, in philosophical anguish, and then, after a long, ruminative pause, "What is the question?"

The utilitarian questions we put to the universe deliberately limit us to the finite, and that would be fine if we were merely the robots, or slaves, of some brave new world paradigm. “What is a giraffe?”, we ask – and then proceed, with a certain smug pride, to enumerate its physical attributes, its “function” in the ecosystem of the Serengeti, and its evolutionary ancestry as traced back through the fossil record; its purpose, in fact. Thus cleverly enmeshed in our own Aristotelian net we reckon we’ve got that giraffe taped, when in reality it has escaped, entirely unmeasured and unmeasurable, through all the holes.   

Watch this video, and for these five minutes at least drop all the utilitarian questions the scientists are pondering and which earn you your daily bread. As these expressions of the Universe - their habitat miraculously as yet untampered with by man - so perfectly show, life is a dance! That is perhaps all that can be truthfully said about it. The universe simply - wonderfully, exuberantly, non-sensically - IS.

Stop press!
From the same source I just received this, which seems to illustrate the problem of the utilitarian mindset we are presently mired in.

Pablo

DENIAL – a Drama in Two Acts, by Peter Sagal

"If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear." —George Orwell

What is true and what we believe to be true we take to be one and the same.  Consequently, Denial was almost certainly not seen as a Zionist propaganda piece by Peter Sagal, the playwright, nor perhaps will it be by the majority of those who listen to it (it was written as a ‘staged reading’). Certainly, for all the characters in Denial but one, the salient features of what has come to be known as the Holocaust are accepted as givens.  It follows that Prof. Bernard Cooper is either insane, or anti-Semitic, in questioning them.  Thus – and in common with all propaganda – what are taken as the established facts predetermine our moral judgment of the characters before we even begin.  

But isn’t there a problem with this? The Holocaust is not, at least for non-Jews, an unquestionable article of religious faith, like the Resurrection of Christ, but a recent historical event; part of World War II.  As such one might suppose that it is as much a legitimate, and indeed a fascinating, target for scholarly scrutiny and possible reappraisal as is the rest of that appalling chapter in human history.  

It is on the absolute rejection of the above assumption that the premise of this play rests; hence the conclusion that Holocaust revisionism is motivated by madness or mischief. Yet Abby’s perverse defense of the heretical, Holocaust-denying Cooper is that “Shutting down free expression is far more dangerous to the country than anything you [Cooper] might do”.

One might then legitimately ask, if belief in the Holocaust is a requirement for acceptance in sane society, what is the meaning of “freedom of expression” in the present context? When Voltaire famously declared that “I may not agree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it,” was he not categorically affirming that nothing is known for sure and for all time? What would be the meaning of the term “freedom of speech” if it simply meant the right to babble nonsense? Voltaire’s declaration stands as a monument, not to the charity of those who defend the nonsensical ramblings of madmen, but to the necessary humility we must all adopt in the face of the temporary nature of all knowledge.  

But Abby’s concern is, of course, that Cooper’s Holocaust denial is not simply nonsense; it’s dangerous nonsense.  His rantings risk conveying the semblance of truth to those (but only to those) seeking to attack Jews.  Only an anti-Semite, after all, would indulge in denial of the Holocaust. 

Slippery!

The heretic Cooper defends his position thus –

"You can only “deny” something that is proven fact, which is pre-judging the whole affair, isn’t it?"

But this introduces another difficulty: when does a fact become proven?  If society is to remain cohesive (which it must, by definition) there has to be a bedrock of shared belief.  If we keep questioning everything, all the time, then we can never settle on anything, and we will have, effectively, a Tower of Babel, in which no-one can communicate with anyone.  At some point the buck has to stop. That point is bedrock for us, even though an infinity of unknowing still lies beneath it. Bedrock belief, then, rests ultimately on faith. "It's turtles all the way down". We believe because we believe.  On these grounds, can it not be argued that Gersten and Cooper simply have different beliefs, and the Holocaust narrative should be left intact, like the turtles that support the Earth in Hindu mythology, for those whose harmless faith requires that it be true?

Setting aside the question of the harmlessness of Zionism, such might be the case if we did not live in the Age of Science. But “bedrock” suggests solidity, not mere wish or whim. The bedrock of belief is that which is most durable, and that, for most of us, means either ancient history, or the physical world. That all substance is, at bottom, ephemeral need not trouble us here; we determine the existence of things through experiment (such as walking into walls) followed by the corroboration of others of our kind, leading to agreement  – “‘Walls’ are ‘hard’.”  Out of such confirmed experimental results we build up a shared picture of our environment – a picture assuredly shared, in this physical regard, by Gersten and Cooper. The argument over the authenticity of the Holocaust is to be fought, if it is to be fought at all, over our interpretation of physical events to which we all supposedly have equal access, and whose interpretation, we suppose, should therefore be the same for all. 

That, at least, would be the modern, scientific position.  Prof. Cooper would I think argue, were he given the chance, that to believe the Holocaust narrative requires that an exception be made in relation to some of the laws of chemistry and physics.  In this arena science trumps faith.  We may legitimately demand physical and forensic evidence for those claims that depend on it.  The Holocaust is such a claim.

But Sagal has introduced another dimension.   He has subtly elevated Abby morally, even as he has subtly undermined Cooper.  The attack on Cooper’s Holocaust doubt is less scientific than ad hominem. At the outset, Abby, our defense lawyer heroine, says -

"They say that my client has promoted obscenity. That he is hateful. And you know what? He is. If I found a child of mine reading that… periodical of his, I’d want to go down to my client’s house… and beat him to death with a rolled-up copy. You too, I bet.” 

Oh, the power of righteous indignation! Thus are we invited – lest we, too, be labeled “anti-Semitic” - to become co-conspirators against Cooper.  His disbelief in the Holocaust is motivated by hatred, ergo his arguments, however apparently rational, are not worthy of our attention.  

Cooper’s Holocaust denial is further tainted by the slur of racism.  Abby’s black secretary Stephanie is created for just this purpose, his ill-disguised distaste for her contrasted with the amiable sisterhood established between Stephanie and Abby at the opening of the play. More significantly, despite denying his anti-Semitism, phrases like “Why don’t they just go back where they came from?” drop from Cooper’s lips in apparently harmless reference, but pregnant with meaning.  “And all that talk about money! Money, money, money, they grub after it like pigs in slop…” No names mentioned, but we know which group he’s stereotyping, don’t we?

Abby’s line of defense for Cooper is spare:

"By seizing these lists [of subscribers to Cooper’s anti-Holocaust periodical The Journal of Independent Inquiry], the government is violating your right to free association and free speech under the First Amendment…”

And she explains this economy –

"My client will be the First Amendment. I am interested in defending it, through you… you will not say a word about concentration camps, the Holocaust, and the International Jewish Conspiracy to fluoridate the water.  We might be willing to defend your right to say what you want to whomever wants to hear it. But I do not, and neither does the court."

The fluoridation jibe brands the whole anti-Semitic program with the same stamp of absurdity. When asked if any criminal organizations are on his mailing list, Cooper cheekily replies “the B’nai B’rith,” to which Abby retorts “I was thinking more along the lines of the Ku Klux Klan”.  Are we to see irony in this apparent symmetry, or is it assumed that the B’nai B’rith is the more noble enterprise? Isn’t Cooper now linked in our minds with the infamous KKK? 

In this way racism and anti-Semitism are identified as the driving forces behind Cooper's questioning of the Holocaust.  Why would he want to reexamine it, unless to undermine Zionism, and to what end undermine Zionism, unless to destroy the Jews? “Attack our past… and you attack us,” as prosecuting lawyer Ryberg grimly observes. Yes folks, this is war.

Is truth, spoken by the enemy in hatred, thereby nullified? Do lies, spoken in defense of the faith, thereby become true? The answer to both these questions appears, surprisingly, to be “yes”; that which serves the cause is true, that which detracts from it, false, and evidence be damned.  Welcome to the battleground of competing faiths.

Those caught up in the heat of traumatic events are not always their most reliable judges. Later generations may view them more dispassionately – and reach different conclusions. And that, of course, is the problem with the Holocaust – the phrase “Lest we forget” is ever before us. We are never to allow the memory of the horror of the Holocaust to fade. It must ever remain fresh in our memory. Only in this way can it be kept safe from the cold scrutiny of the scholars that it would otherwise inevitably attract.  

"A genuinely unfashionable opinion is almost never given a fair hearing." —George Orwell

Amen!

Pablo

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For some honest, dispassionate, scholarly research on this explosive topic, you may want to visit the following sites -

Whatreallyhappened.info

http://codoh.com/library/document/1071

CENSORING THE INTERNET

I hadn't heard of Aaron Swartz, but it turns out he has been a major player in preventing censorship of the internet - something that many of us take for granted, but which he warned could become the victim of sweeping and draconian legislation in the blink of an eye. About Aaron I learned the following -

At the age of 14, he co-developed RSS, the Really Simple Syndication web protocol that is the key component of much of the web's entire publishing infrastructure.

By 19, he'd co-founded a company that would merge with Reddit, a user-generated social news site that is now one of the most visited news sites in the world. He founded Demand Progress, which was instrumental in fights to keep the Internet open and free, and in the battle to defeat SOPA, the Stop Online Piracy Act.

He developed the architecture for the Creative Commons licensing system and in 2010 he was made a fellow at Harvard's Safra Center for Ethics.

Here's Aaron Swartz in his own words, describing the vitally important victory he and friends fought and won against the implementation of the SOPA, being an attempt to control the internet through copyright law, a bill which had been unanimously approved by the senate and was considered a done deal.

He was then prosecuted under the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act of 1986 by the U.S. federal government, and threatened with up to 35 years in prison and $1 million in fines for the crime of downloading too many articles from JSTOR.org, an online database of scholarly work (to which he had legal, paid access to download scholarly papers). Despite JSTOR's declining to press charges federal prosecutors hit Aaron with a staggering 13-count felony indictment.

Under relentless pressure from the office of Massachusetts Federal Attorney Carmen Ortiz, on 11 January, 2013 Aaron Swartz committed suicide. He was 26. Aaron's family described his death as "the product of a criminal justice system rife with intimidation and prosecutorial overreach."
  
I would rather say his death was the result of the determination of big business to brook no impediment to profit.  

Attorney Carmen Ortiz is reportedly considering running for governor of Massachusetts.

Pablo
 

A CANCER IN OUR MIDST

Last year I wrote a blog about an incredible edition of the Keiser Report. I had sent the link to this report to a respected, Swiss, financial adviser, and he responded that, despite the mind-boggling enormity of its claims, it was "probably correct".

Here's the link to that blog entry, which itself contains the link to that Report. You will notice the barely-contained hysteria of the two reporters, Max Keiser and Stacy Herbert. They cannot help but laugh at what they are revealing, it is so appalling. 

I have on more than one occasion been shocked and morally outraged at learning that this or that mayor or governor or general here in the Philippines is actively engaged in the trafficking of illegal drugs. "What blatant corruption!" "What a disgusting abuse of power!" "It's almost beyond belief!" "Not in the West!" I say, with conviction and more than a tinge of superiority.

Why do we persist, with moral indignation, in accepting the truth of evil-doing in other cultures, but dismiss it (as perhaps you will now) when the evil-doer is one of us? Here is some further mind-boggling commentary on what western governments claim to be spending billions to eradicate.

Pablo

SCIENCE GONE MAD

I am occasionally accused of being a Luddite. By this I take it that I’m seen as resistant to change. I am actually a sucker for sleek tech, but IT wizardry doesn’t have the instant surface appeal of, say, a carbon fiber bicycle, or the latest Canon digicam, and there’s a lot going on in the field of technology today that I find intrusive, infuriating, and, yes, downright scary.

The other day I had to attend a seminar introducing us exporters to the new electronic Export Declaration procedures demanded worldwide by a pseudo-paranoid America after the events of 9/11.  The slogan of the American company that runs the compulsory new system for our Bureau of Customs: "We Change the Way You Do Business". Either 'change' is now a club with which to belabor the powerless, or it has become an uncritical synonym for progress. 

That science and tech have both an upside and a downside is surely a cliché hardly worth repeating. So, when did change start being automatically good? True, I would almost certainly have been dead several times over without modern medicine - but a lot of Iraqis would as certainly be alive, or born perfectly formed, but for Depleted Uranium. 

The boffin in the lab all too often allows his enthusiasm for potential discovery to override his conscience. This process is greatly aided by a deterministic science.  If we are all mere biochemical cause-and-effect then behavior is determined by physical laws and scientists, bereft of free will, are automatically absolved of responsibility for their actions.

I therefore find the excitement of the scientist in the attached video terrifying.  His promiscuous thrill at the cornucopia of discoveries awaiting him and his clever colleagues in the new field of genetic engineering has been an open invitation to exploitation by amoral, profit-seeking multinationals. His childlike excitement at the heady prospect of reengineering life itself, far from heralding a brave, new world, is a harbinger of disaster. 

The thrill of discovery is amoral.  Its untrammeled expression is the very definition of recklessness, if not madness. Does a similar thrill also keep armaments researchers maiming lab animals late into the night, in their mad quest for a better way to kill people?  I sound extreme, but behind closed doors it’s happening.  Yes, to the dangerous extent that science has abandoned morality I am a Luddite.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKeorEMkFGY

Pablo

Ghosts - 3

(Continued from Ghosts - 2...)
What we miss is that all meaning is arrived at in just the way I have been describing. Let me try to illustrate this further. We have all seen that slightly silly internet mystery “Secrets of the Twenty Dollar Bill”. I have reproduced it for you, below. Let’s take another look at it.

Is it possible to fold a twenty dollar bill in such a way as to show both the Twin Towers and the Pentagon after the attacks on 9-11? Take a look below and decide for yourself.

Step 1:

Take a new-style $20 bill and fold it in half lengthwise so it looks like this. 

 

Step 2:
Fold the left side away from you and up, making a diagonal crease on the corner of the "D" in “UNITED”, as shown here.

Step 3:
Repeat the fold with the right side (make sure the crease is on the tip of the "F" in “OF”)  and the Pentagon will emerge.

Step 4:
Then if you flip the bill over you can see what appears to be the smoking WTC Towers 1 and 2.

A remarkable coincidence, or something more...?

Want another amazing illusion?

If you fold a $20 note as the picture below demonstrates you can cause it to spell 'OSAMA"!

And so on.  No-one presumably supposes that these images of an actual event were conspiratorially embedded in notes designed before the event even happened. But even to call them coincidences also misses the point. The images are not in the notes at all. They’re in your head. They are ghosts. If 9/11 had never happened, would anyone have found them? I think we can say with a great degree of certainty that they would not. The word “found” would have no meaning in this context had there been no 9/11. Shown them we would cheerfully have dismissed their creator as a nutter, on the reasonable grounds that he was pointing to shapes that had no meaning in the “real” world.

What other images of future events lie embedded in banknotes, we might otherwise ask, waiting to reveal themselves once the events themselves have occurred and we have a reference point to which to anchor our imaginations? Again, the question is nonsensical. No such images exist. All that can happen is that an event occurs which causes us to find images of that event thereafter wherever our brains can match up a pattern. That recognition lies in us, not in the world “out there”. 

A face apparently embedded in a satellite image of the landscape of Mars was found, you will recall, among the photographs radioed back from the first Viking orbiter, in July 1976.

  

 

                           

                                         

There it was, not in a cloud of vapor, but apparently etched into the Martian surface - a collection of smudges on our planetary neighbor irresistibly crying out to us “face!”. For a while it gave rise to theories of a now-extinct Martian civilization, signaling to Earth across the vastness of space. But these speculations were quickly squashed by the scientific community, because… well, because there wasn’t other evidence to support them, and so the image must be, like the cloud image, “just a plain oddity”.  If more evidence comes in to support the face interpretation then it will acquire more respectability as a bona fide image; that is, it will gradually become the “real” representation of a face, even though its features will not alter one iota during the transition from fantasy to reality. And so it goes. Reality is in our interpretation of the data, not in the data themselves.  There is no meaning in the so-called objective world.  We have to put it there.

Ghosts - 2

(Continued from Ghosts - 1...)
So here’s how it really is. The world you perceive is all-of-a-piece with your sense of you as the experiencer of it. It is you and you are it. The two are indissolubly one, outside of which there is nothing, for nothing can be meaningfully said to exist until you experience it. Subjects and objects are conventions which arise out of this experience; useful, undoubtedly, but conventions nonetheless. What we call “the real world” are the projections of our imagination onto the inchoate data flooding us every moment of every day – ghosts, in fact. They are our attempt to make sense of the world – a wonderfully literal expression for what we actually do. Ghosts are not the exclusive property of the uneducated. Ghosts are, precisely, the concepts with which we all handle all primary experience all the time, taking these concepts as reality, and fighting each other, sometimes to the death, over them when our interpretations don’t coincide – which of course they mostly don’t.

When something entirely fills your field of vision, indeed constitutes the very substance of your consciousness, it is extremely difficult to detect. Indeed, the very act of “encountering” our world is what gives rise to the distinction between us as subjects and the world as object in the first place.  The inferential supposition that the world as we see it is separate from ourselves, and goes on with or without us, is a convention powerfully reinforced by a Western upbringing, and all but impossible to dispel. The tautological fact that this world we comprehend – which is the only one we know, or can know – is the sum total of our personal experience, and nothing else, is as invisible to us as water presumably is to a fish.

That we (and by we I mean our community) invent the meaning we find in the world around us – “This is a clock; that is my husband/wife…” – is lost in the familiarity of our collective creation. The West does not believe in ghosts because we have a label for everything we’ve invented; “A place for everything, and everything in its place”. Once a label has been assigned it’s almost impossible thereafter to dissociate the image from that label, wherever it occurs. But we occasionally get an inkling of the essentially ghostly nature of all our creations when our imaginations rush in to fill a conceptual void. Pattern – order - is the foundation of meaning. Gazing up at the random shapes of clouds on a summer’s day, or patterns of stars in the night sky, or the craters on the Moon, our compulsion to impose meaning on the world around us stamps on them the patterns of everyday objects we carry in our heads. Since we know these patterns are not “really up there” we have less difficulty in calling them figments of our imagination than we do “clocks” and “spouses” – which are nevertheless concepts every bit as imaginary as faces in clouds; the experiences to which we have applied the labels “spouse” and “clock” just recur more consistently, and are confirmed as real by the recurrence of other associative experiences the lack of which alerts us that shapes in clouds are not faces.  Everything we know and everything we are is comprised, not of earth, air, fire and water, or the contents of the Periodic Table of Elements, but of experience.

But even at the level of abstraction offered by a cloud it’s hard to grasp that the image we imagine (note the similarity of the two words) is not up there, but “in here”. The face we see in the cloud is, we insist, there to be seen by anyone who cares to look. “Ok, it isn’t a real face, but it’s still the image of a face! How else could I see it?” Among the uneducated it may even be that, lacking the straightjacket of schooling, the face in the cloud may be thought literally real – the manifestation of a celestial being, perhaps.  But we who pride ourselves on our objectivity should finally be able to figure that there is no face or image of a face of any description in that damn cloud. It is we who do the imagining, stimulated to do so by the application of memory to raw data, into the vacuum of whose intrinsic meaninglessness ghosts must rush, to fill it.  That others may also see the image of a face tells us only about the concepts we share. It says nothing whatever about any universal reality “out there”.  What we see is the reflection of our own previous experience, our recognition, lacking which we would see no pattern at all.

“So how come cameras can now recognize faces? Doesn’t that prove that there’s something out there to see?”  Well now, aren’t we a clever clogs? This riposte may seem significant, but in point of fact I think you will see that it’s diversionary. We have assigned meaning to a vast range of shapes, colors, sounds, and so on – almost to everything that can be identified from anything else. The recurrence of a particular arrangement (of shapes, say) is announced in you by a flash of recognition, as you involuntarily associate it with your previous experience of that arrangement, and – unless you have Alzheimer’s - the name you have come to associate with that experience identifies it as a remembered “thing”. It is now labeled and “known”. Instantly you and it are separated. But you are only aware of yourself as separate from what you see because of your obsession with labeling what’s in your head as something “out there”.  Were you not to have come across that pattern before it would have no effect on you whatever. You would not see it. The pattern is what identifies you as you. The pattern is part of you. It is you! Without all those patterns built up in your head who would you be?

For the camera, the salient elements that we call “face” were fed into its visual recognition program, not with any embedded meaning, but as a series of algorithms whose parameters will mindlessly register a match whenever one enters its field of view, just as a data mining program picks key words from the internet out of the billions that it sightlessly scans, or, more prosaically, the wheels of a train register a click whenever they cross a joint in the rails. Nothing else – that it was not programmed to recognize – is visible to it at all. But when you look through the viewfinder, all the faces are ringed – just in case you’d forgotten how to recognize them! 

Seeing patterns in the stars gave rise to the Zodiac. Our rational mind again should tell us (something that perhaps the mind of the ancients, for whom ghosts were as real as other objects, did not) that there is no pattern up there among the stars. Sagittarius, the heavenly Archer, must have been – was – a product of an ancient imagination familiar with archers and archery.  They projected onto the meaningless, random scatter of the stars patterns with which they were familiar, so that they could recognize them.  Similarly, but being mostly unfamiliar with Greek mythology, the first American astronauts imposed their own everyday images on the night sky, the better to make it recognizable.  Thus, for example, one constellation became known to astronauts of the Sixties as the Vacuum Cleaner. An ancient could not have been brought to see this image at all, because it had no correspondence in his mind. For him the vacuum cleaner image did not exist. Try as he might an astronaut would be totally incapable of conjuring in the mind of an ancient a vacuum cleaner image in the night sky, because it had not entered the latter’s experience. To exist at all phenomena must become incorporated in our experience. Facts are recurrent experiences. 

(For the conclusion of this post, click here.)