Showing posts with label Creation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Creation. Show all posts

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Arthur Megapode's Cheap Show


FACT yesterday for the afternoon showing of Creation. Very Guardian Weekend, coffee, free wifi and settees to consume it all at but we don't want to talk about that do we? The real show was the film and my fears of it being over sentimental were unfounded. The trailer condensed all the embarrassing lines ("You've killed God sir!") into a single minute and so when they came separated by the dreamlike, ghostly tale of Darwin and his daughter, they didn't seem so bad. It demonstrated the randomness of our existence linked (via time lapse of the rotting body of a bird) to the randomness of life on Earth, the unfairness of the death of a good and clever child in the face of the survival of so much ignorance. It was beautifully shot and paced, acted with brilliance and helped by a sound system so perfect that I felt I was there. The only fault was to use Bradford on Avon as a stand-in for Malvern. It was clearly not Malvern but I suppose is more photogenic. Not too much of a distraction except that I grew up there.

Friday, October 02, 2009

No Way in Hell Would I Go

It burns! The son of man is here and all around and needs no manual, no list of instructions. We have come from nothing and to nothing we shall return - that is our common ground. Science strives to remove the logical inconsistencies and yet it leaves room for love and hate and all that colours the world for us. You bring me water and the relief it brings me moulds my reaction to you in ways that seem only possible to understand with recourse to strange little ideas that fill the gaps for you. Griefs hurts me, my mind is subject to all the issues of human life - the joy, the passion, the annoyance and all the other petty little things that make us irrational in the face of daily stimuli. My grammar fails me, I will react in unexpected ways because my brain is not a designed machine but an evolved and inefficient mess of energy and matter, brought about as the heuristic best-fit over millions and billions of years. My thoughts are a waterfall of ideas - some rational and some so fantastical that it is a wonder they ever manage to reach the conscious mind. Death is for celebration - time is one way and yet it all exists at once and therefore so do we. There is no one at the wheel - the ship is on the rocks or in the roaring winds of mid ocean - it does not matter for that is the random nature - we are not the pinnacle of design bur are instead are just one species amongst the random nature of the universe. And yet it seems to organised. Your ideas deceive you; they make you think that the ability to write things like this, to contemplate the very nature of writing and thought means that you are the ultimate in design. You are not!

What is the miracle is all of your ability. It is no miracle that an omniscient being can create the universe and the complexity of the human mind - it IS a miracle that the the universe and the complexity of the human mind can arise out of nothing ate the start and billions of years of random movements of molecules. But deep down the complexity is simplicity multiplied - an exponential clumping of particles and chemicals. You just have to believe that if you cannot understand how it works, that it just does. So - yes - you have to have faith but with this faith you can work towards a way of replacing those gaps with understanding and experiment. It might be a sad truth but one day the secrets of the mind will fall to some scientist and then we will be able to explain love and hate, the create our own artificial minds. And if this is in my lifetime, maybe I will be with The New Luddites, bringing violence down on those who wish to use this knowledge for gain and pain. However, we have to recognise that this will happen and to set in place the apparatus to handle the implications, to be able to do what is right for the planet, indeed for the whole cosmos for this depth of understanding of the mind will go hand-in-hand with the theories of matter and the physical creation. The very small and the very large are just different manifestations of the same primitive elements and forces - maybe consciousness is linked in somewhere as the middle component of some scientific trinity.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Call That an Intermission!


The colours are not right at all but this is the best I can do regarding James Cowie's painting called Intermission. Not sure why I like it so much but it might be the reflection of a life so much simpler than ours. I was going to make September a full month with a picture taken by me for every day but I forgot at the start of the month. I will have to remember for October.

Now is the time for the daily outrage. Now the film Creation about Charles Darwin looks a bit overdone to me, not that it will stop me seeing it. However what is really annoying is that it has failed to find a US distributor because it is too controversial. Ho hum! Then again I suppose I didn't see Mel Gibson's passion despite it trying to be as realistic as possible though having seen about 2 minutes of it at my brothers, I do wonder how they decided that an androgynous devil/snake was part of the actual scene. Anyway all this makes me depressed on top of other things so I will try and forget about it.

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