Misplaced Ambitions Between and Betwixt Certainties and Mythology In Relation To Contact
"I have told you nothing about man that is not true." You must pardon me if I repeat that remark now and then in these letters; I want you to take seriously the things I am telling you, and I feel that if I were in your place and you in mine, I should need that reminder from time to time, to keep my credulity from flagging.
For there is nothing about man that is not strange to an immortal. He looks at nothing as we look at it, his sense of proportion is quite different from ours, and his sense of values is so widely divergent from ours, that with all our large intellectual powers it is not likely that even the most gifted among us would ever be quite able to understand it. "
-Mark Twain, Letters From The Earth.
A Species of Misguided Certitudes
We are prone to simple and misleading frames when the picture is fuzzy. Take the phrase "the origin of life". Note the singularity of the word, origin, rather than the plural. We take on the anthropocentric as we always have, as the fruit of a story telling culture, full of narrative heft, that informs our own uncertainty. A certain sobriety is missing in the tavern. It is one thing to be intoxicated by possibilities and another to understand the state we occupy as opposed to the frailties that inform our thirst for extraterrestrial contact. It was Oliver Wendell Holmes who observed that "What lies behind us, and what lies before us, are tiny matters compared to what lies within us."
Aliens, aliens everywhere from the irascible and unpredictable foibles of Zeus, whose behavior glues Nature to The Grey, with the thread being, that the human narrative of proxies, much like the history of mathematics, has unraveled and reveals the discordant certainty, which has grown to epidemic proportions,when we apply a broad brush to complex outgrowths of our own denial of a state of bewilderment that is a trail of popcorn, which we then follow back into the dark recesses of holes, like the bubbles upon a solid surface that peculate through the paranormal.
Has Sentient Evolution as Measured by Behavior Stalled?
However, perhaps if extraterrestrials should come to observe us and digest the proverbial mountain of information that detail the specific behaviors of our species, it might be for an unexpected series of reasons, that, in effect, as a self organizing sentient form of energy, humankind has stalled on the biochemical rung of corporeal evolution as the new field of process physics has a great deal to observe in this. It seems our social structures have stalled, our organized religion seemingly outdated couched in archaic terms, warfare over resources has prompted technological advances, and yet the holder of the key to the solution of the problem has been superseded by the systems he had created to assure his own freedoms. How odd for an extraterrestrial to observe. If you search the human database for UFO you have 37,500,000 texts and 98% of them are self referential. All of which are also embedded so deeply in our conceptual anthropocentric models of what is allowable and comprehensible in those terms, it seems to a measurement any self respecting extraterrestrial would disparage over in terms of ourselves as viewed by others, being open to or capable of studying this phenomenon outside of our own skewed bias of anticipating the expected, that some other outside agency, can extricate our our evolutionary "wobble". This I think is called "magical thinking."
According to R D Cahill, "In process physics the fundamental assumption is that reality is to be modeled as self-organizing semantic information, that is, information that is ‘internally’ meaningful,using a self-referentially limited neural network model. Such a system has no a priori objects or laws, and is evolved using a bootstrap system, so that it is the system itself that ‘internally’ creates patterns of relationships and their dominant modes of behavior,and all (sub)systems are fractal in character, that is, relationships within relationships,and so on ad infinitum. In this way all emergent phenomena are unified, and it is this key feature that has resulted in an understanding and linking, for the first time, of various phenomena. A key feature of this process-physics is that this fracticality is associated with self-organizing criticality.
However as Gurdjieff has surmised, we cannot see with our own eyes. We take some lettuce, a hot dog and some corn relish and create holograms, the internet,nanobots and new microorganisms..in other words we seem to violate the law wherein we create more energy than we physically take into our systems. However this increases the danger of what we truly are, a predatory species with a well deserved reputation among the stars as being essentially and notoriously dangerous in our unpredictability while holding fast to the certainty of absolutes.
However, if we graph the rise of technological science in relation to the predictability of human behavior, we seem to witness a sort of off course trajectory in terms of any equilibrium between the increasing complexity of applied measurement utilized for the creation of tools and who and what is digging the trench or rearranging molecules. In other words, we seem to have a creature with very little self organizing capability to order behavior in itself while reinventing the world in it's own image. The roots of any transcendent value system are witheringly ancient with little innovation or extensions of these thousands of year old systems.
We try to apply the creaking bones of these conceptual models as a matter of self justification for whatever predictable results they may create but as we well know, religion in of itself is a major impetus for us to organize ourselves in genocidal regimentation.
We seem to compulsively admire the shiny new wrench we have wrought while beating each other over the heads with it. Call it The Three Stooges Theory. If Man's name is Legion, it is a hydra an extraterrestrial see as a dynamic in the bewildered reactor, Larry, aggressive Moe and then we have Curly who barks nonsense. In this case all three are at cross purposes with one another. Care for a dialog?
Embedded Sleights of Hand
Here we met our host, the White Rabbit, who has his own tale to tell. We follow his exploits into the maw of the abyss, with rapt compulsions, copious notes, and all the measuring instrumentation we can muster, but there is a rub in this, a friction that delivers sparks across the firmament. We know less about ourselves than we do through our own mythologies concerning our own ignorance, which is always swept under the rug, in a complex display of rationalizations, balancing equations, and above all, the lies we tell ourselves as a instinct of survival against an implacable non human adversary, which is this "stuff" we are surrounded by and yet so deeply embedded within.
It is the poignant innocence of nuclear annihilation, or Santa Claus, followed by The Easter Bunny, led by The President of The United States, in a slow motion capture of a proverbial St Vitus Dance, as we follow the White Rabbit, by way of this act of self hypnosis, by way of our shorthand of mythologies,into cross purposes, divisions, and above all, self destructive behaviors.
"A donkey with a load of holy books is still a donkey."
-Traditional (Essential Sufism)
The Parabola Of Historical Shorthand
The child armed with deadly toys, whose rapt and fleeting attentions are increasingly distracted, overly abstracted and impossibly incoherent. It was at this point, long ago, an ancient narrative from South America, tells us that the Gods grew tired of the self interested and furious babble of our race and from time to time, in a thermodynamic and reactive corresponding act of chaos, hurled asteroids, froze the Earth and even went so far as to erase our memory..but like the parabolic history of our own nattering and chattering inability to coherently recognize we are faced by a humiliating situation, we create enormous constructions that are lopsided, self referential and ultimately fail, over and over again.
Lately, we listen to the chorus of our instinctual murmurs in making the chaotic into coherence , a logic of the irrational made manifest in the tale underpinned like a naughty, irresponsible lie hidden by the vast majority of humanity.."Boy, we are really going to pay for this, this time, it will be the mother of all collisions."
A Synthetic Universe of Chaotic Rules
The acts we undertake to prevent war assure their recurrence. We attempt to defy death, defy our own nature in a mechanized blitzkrieg of medical gimmicks that are commercialized into a marketplace poised like Nimrod's arrow, into defying the gravity of our own ignorance. We do not know what awaits us, therefore we will become immortal. It's a logic that can defy s everything but our most trembling instincts, that tip toe past the big questions by frantically arraying every gimmick we know when nibbling at their periphery of the truth.
All this, the lone stalker of the moors and forests knows, not by any written narrative, you know we have moved past that, that is the prose of our own postulates,haven't we? Perhaps not. The field of the paranormal peculates like an Cartesian spring, with as many mythologies springing forth from it's depths, as their increasing differentiation will allow.
The Wittgenstein Paradox
"Propositions cannot represent logical form: it is mirrored in them. What finds its reflection in language, language cannot represent. What expresses itself in language, we cannot express by means of language."- Wittgenstein
The simple fact is none of us know what we are talking about and the less we know, the more public we become, recognized as "experts" but at what? Parsing differentiation into yet another tale that is yet to be told, hungry for what we ourselves cannot provide, that is to say, a definitive narration story that sticks to us like flypaper. In other words, a world of Absolutes.
It is admirable and poignant, a tragicomedy and a play, an invented world of actors and playwrights, all thrumming along making castles in the air by which we steer our fates into the inevitable comeuppance. The knowing and wise Extraterrestrial does a fly by of our dreaming ambitions, we knowing not of what the purpose of them is.
Our answers are upon the backs of our ability to pose the same questions to ourselves, that we might pose to them, our extraterrestrial brethren. The issue with this is similar to the attempts we make engaging the fellow at the end of the bar who is about to careen off his stool. There is no shortcut, no Idiot's Guide To Our Origin and no comprehensible dialog between the dreamer and his dreams. The Extraterrestrial knows this as he proverbially is in me, and you.
The Upside Down Psychology of Human Social Structures
Only our recognition that we don't know, will bring forth a reply from our sentient better halves, our distant relations. They hover above us, patiently waiting to get a word in edgewise, but the ferocity of our own games, makes any potential contact, a fool's errand. The inability to demonstrate individual autonomy while demonstrating an awareness of the interdependence among ourselves that we require by our behavior, versus the containment of social structures dependent upon and based on a variety of mythologies, appears to a sort of upside down hierarchy as it well may be compared to a more advanced species. In other words, once again I reiterate that knowledge and being in our case is a lop-sided affair, wherein our knowledge has overwritten our state of being. while most consider the two interchangeable (as in our societies by, in large), I suggest to you that they are not..a Sufi story comes to mind...
A fox who lived in the deep forest of long ago had lost its front legs. No one knew how: perhaps escaping from a trap. A man who lived on the edge of the forest , seeing the fox from time to time, wondered how in the world it managed to get its food. One day when the fox was not far from him he had to hide himself quickly because a tiger was approaching. The tiger had fresh game in its claws. Lying down on the ground, it ate its fill, leaving the rest for the fox.
Again the next day the great Provider of this world sent provisions to the fox by this same tiger. The man began to think: "If this fox is taken care of in this mysterious way, its food sent by some unseen Higher Power, why don't I just rest in a corner and have my daily meal provided for me?"
Because he had a lot of faith, he let the days pass, waiting for food. Nothing happened. He just went on losing weight and strength until he was nearly a skeleton. Close to losing consciousness, he heard a Voice which said: "O you, who have mistaken the way, see now the Truth! You should have followed the example of that tiger instead of imitating the disabled fox."
(And Rumi said, "You have feet; why pretend that you are lame?")
Perhaps, when we lose our misplaced ambitions and are humbled by the recognition that uncertainty may be a blessing, can we ask ourselves the essential questions that we cannot trust ourselves to answer, in our voice, rather than that of one who all to well knows of our foibles. History informs us that the answer lies not in the stars...and those that inhabit them know this as well. This may be the dynamic inherent in the impasse of Contact. The other shoe drops in a thermodynamic, according to our our own mythologies concerning ourselves.
The tribal drums incessantly beat on the internet full of the wonder and the forbidding that comes with a certification that no one has issued, that we are worthy of a dialog with another species. The centuries have passed and nothing much has essentially changed except our technology, and designs based on ideals that contradict our own evidence of their veracity.
I suggest to you that this notion of Contact, this a dangerous path inasmuch as we have amply demonstrated we will believe any old tale, concerning ourselves.In this, we cannot discern poo from shoe polish. Dialog? I think not, indeed.
Can we separate the state of physics from the state of sociology from the state of technology from the state of Ufology? I'll let Ray Davies answer this.