those other thoughts

so yes. the other thing that struck me when I was blogsurfing yesterday was that it’s been really interesting to relive coming to a new country by reading these two blogs (1,2). While I bitch and moan about not fitting into american society, it really isn’t new for me anymore. I learn new things about this strange country everyday, but the overall experience isn’t the stark novelty that it once was. It’s been nice, vicariously reliving that ‘it’s all so different’ feeling, and good, too, to be reminded of all the things that are not-the-norm in singapore. Man. I am so going to suffer severe reverse culture shock when I go home to singapore…

oh and btw, we saw Leahy last night — an exceptionally glorious celebration of irish-y music. I love the fiddle. I like the violin, but I love the fiddle. but yes. a group of performing siblings, all of whom have rhythm and music just coursing through their veins. why was I not born into that family?? So. If Leahy ever comes to your town, BUY TICKETS. I guarantee you won’t regret it. It was phenomenal.

blogroll and paradoxes

So…I’ve updated the blogroll section to include the blogs i currently read on at least a semi-regular basis. Point of interest: I don’t actually know who all the authors are. I don’t even remember entirely how I stumbled upon each one. On the menu for today…. some spin-off thoughts from perusing said blogs. First off…

the eternal paradox:
if there is God, how can there be so much suffering and pain?
if there is no God, why is there so much beauty and order?

- opf

Eternal indeed. I asked these questions billions of times when I was a Christian. So… since I like dissecting my thoughts, let’s look at this in more detail. This can be put as three premises and a conclusion for ease of analysis. In order for this to be paradoxical, these premises must stand:

(1) The existence of God precludes great amounts of suffering and pain
(2) The existence of God is the only possible source of beauty and order.
(3) Suffering, pain, beauty and order all exist in great quantity.

Conclusion: From (3) and (1), God cannot exist, but from (3) and (2) God must exist. Therein lies the paradox.

However, the premises ought not to be assumed correct without prior examination.

Let us look at (1). Can we justifiably assume that God cannot co-exist with suffering and pain? Since the questions were asked within a Christian framework, let us approach it in that context. The Christian God, unfortunately, is portrayed in the Bible in conflicting ways, thus tormenting many Christians. The God of the Old Testament is known for his genocidal ways, and contrasts strongly with the God of the New Testament who is known instead for his loving platitudes. Neither, however, makes any mention of eliminating suffering in the world. In fact, suffering and pain are foretold by the prophets and by Christ himself. It seems, then, that (1) does not hold. The reason why we have trouble accepting this, is that the modern concept of the Christian God is that He is loving. And what loving person would allow such a degree of suffering and pain when capable of eradicating it? But that’s a question for another day. The main point here is that based on the bible, which is supposedly the primary source for most protestant christian faith, there seems to be no reason why God should not co-exist with suffering and pain, and (1) does not stand.

Now for (2). (2) is, as far as I can see, unable to be proven true or false; it is a choice we make, as to whether we believe beauty and order can or cannot exist without something akin to a prime mover. Here my thoughts stray from logic to personal anecdote. The day after I acknowledged that I was not confident of my belief in God/Jesus, I was suddenly afraid that life would lose all its beauty. I had, after all, previously attributed all the beauty in the world to God’s doing. If there were no God, how could anything be beautiful, or have meaning? It took a few days for my soul to settle into some sort of restabilized state, at which point the joyous realization came — life was still beautiful without God. la vida todavia tenia belleza, sin Dios. You can argue about whether I was correct in my estimation, but it would be an argument that cannot be resolved. the simple point here is that (2) need not be true. it may be true, it may be false. but it is not necessarily true, and thus, the paradox need not exist.

Indeed, it seems the paradox rests entirely on assumptions (for both (1) and (2)) that are not independently justifiable, outside of personal intuition or instinct. again, that doesn’t mean they’re false, but it means we have some say about whether we allow them to represent a paradox in our minds. Just a thought… comments are welcome.

For compartmentalization sake, I’m going to save my other thoughts for the next post.

a quick quote

Someone had this in their forum signature:

At first there was nothing. Then God said ‘Let there be light!’

Then there was still nothing. But you could see it.

 It made me laugh, so I thought I’d share….

why believe?

‘tioni, forgive me for posting this here instead of emailing it to you. same difference though, right?

In a recent email I related my impressions about the Piers Anthony Incarnations series. I won’t go into detail about all the things that struck me, suffice it to say that I found them a good read for the most part. After I sent the email off, though, there was a nagging, unfinished thought in the back of my mind… something that resonated with another book I’d read recently. Today, at 7.50somethingam on the subway, it finally bubbled to the surface. American Gods. A book by Neil Gaiman that I read oh…. maybe a few months ago. A good book. But the thing that struck me was the common theme between the two books (as different in style as you can get, though.. hm. maybe they aren’t that different after all….), namely this notion that the gods we believe in only exist or survive by virtue of our belief in them. That is to say, while they do objectively exist(in both tellings, as personal, rational, human-like beings) they have no absolute reality, or at least, no guaranteed immortality. Their existence as deities is fuelled only by the continual supplicance and faith of the mortals that choose(or happen) to believe in them.

What then of the mortals? Would you believe in something if you knew it did not exist outside of that belief system? Can one believe something is truth if one knows it would cease to be truth once the belief itself ceases? There’s something circular about it all.

On a completely unrelated note, reading Dawkins’ Unweaving the rainbow has been an interesting counterpoint to Anthony’s parallel universe. Dawkins apparently has something up his ass about the wrong-ness of belief in magic or miracles, I think not only because it teaches a disrespect for the laws of nature but also because it detracts from the rightful wonder that people should have when faced with the real world… in the too much glitter blinds you from seeing the gold sort of thing. I vaguely remember an analogy, something along the lines of stuffing oneself with filling yet empty and unsatisfying morsels such that one can never know the joy of eating and being properly sated by real food…. but i don’t know where that’s from. anyway. I don’t know what I think of that, there’s something in me from the yesteryear of my childhood that finds merit in the notion of magic (Narnia comes to mind), but Dawkins’ discussion of how childhood wonder should grow into adult skepticism is interestingly compelling. I certainly empathise with the whole poetic beauty of science thing… will discuss that in a later post maybe…. but then again there’s a difference between blindly falling for a conjuror or astrologer’s trick and retaining a fantastical fascination with the abstract notion of magic…. isn’t there?

newsworthy

Two articles caught my attention yesterday:

First, a nice spiel about a pet peeve of mine, how people insist on obsessing about the latest illness fad and never pay attention to the chronic, stupid, unhealthy things they do to themselves. How many friends do I have who will lecture me about the dangers of Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease or avian flu, or about how I should go get my flu shot, or lysol the fucking door handle if I’m sick, who simultaneously are drinking/smoking themselves into an early grave. My system is fine, thank you. You can obsess about the sterility of your food preparation all you want, as you also feed yourself toxins and overdose yourself with antibiotics, but leave me out of it.

On a related note, I find it disgusting how so many people will eat absolute crap and then try to make up for it with diet soda. which, i’m sure, is going to turn out to be bad for you. JUST YOU WAIT.

Second, the current state of the American government is…. *sigh*…. enough said.

moving to WordPress

at Joel’s behest, I am giving WordPress a try… the interface is certainly more pleasant, though the lack of customizability of the themes is frustrating. there is however a great deal of functionality that I’m still barely aware of since I haven’t had much time to look WordPress over in a systematic fashion. but here goes :)