A thousand apologies, dear
reader, for the impromptu and almost entirely unexpected hiatus. For a variety
of reasons, none of which are coronavirus related, work on this, the greatest
intellectual endeavour of all time had to be put on hold for a few weeks.
What’s more, I cannot promise that the same or similar isn’t going to happen
again in the near future. This time, however, it most certainly will be related
to the current plague. Since we appear to be rapidly approaching the End of
Days, there are one or two things I should like to get done before starting my
new career as a cannibal/toilet paper scavenger/Thunderdome participant.
In the
meantime, however, I present for your entertainment and edification, the third
instalment of my highfalutin cosmological speculations. The first, as you may
be aware, is my essay, ‘A Convergence of Cosmologies: Personal Analogies in
Modern Physics and Modern Metaphysics’ which can be found in Looking
at the Sun: New Writings in Modern Personalism, eds. Anna Castriota and
Simon Smith (Delaware/Malaga: Vernon Press, 2017). The second, as yet
unreconstructed, instalment was presented on this blog some weeks ago under the
title ‘Mirror of the Cosmos: Farrerian Reflections on Mind and Nature’. And now
here we have, as I say, the third and for the time being last part.
One final
thought, before we get down to philosophical business; and apologies if this is
a bit off-topic, but if anyone reading this is the kind of steaming tosspot who
unnecessarily hoards toilet paper or any other essentials during a time of
crisis, while elderly and vulnerable people are left to struggle, kindly piss
off and read something else. Your presence is not required here.
It is my
sincerest hope that all such people catch cholera or something similar and so
decrease the world’s overabundant and entirely surplus population of arseholes.
In doing so, you would make the rest of us ever so grateful.
And so, with that out of the way, we present:
A Grand
Metaphysical Experiment
The Convergence
of Cosmologies: Reprisal and Finale
1. What’s
it all about, Alfie?
This is about the fundamental
fact that we are mythopoeic creatures, mythmakers, driven, apparently, to tell
the universe that it is other than it really is. Truth, freedom, humanity and
divinity, even the universe itself: these are myths we construct, diagrams we
draw, stories we tell. And before anyone thinks about dropping a dismissive
“just” or “merely” in front of those myths and stories, thereby disinterring
the rotting corpse of rationalist dichotomous thinking, no thank you. We are
driven to construct such myths, for only by doing so, and by living our belief
in them, can they become true.
We construct
narratives about ourselves and our universe so that, as Susan Langer puts it,
we can orient ourselves within the universe. Myths which, in effect, embody a
principle of predication whereby our thought about the whole wide sweep of
creation finds a foothold, enabling us to understand our universe and
ourselves. More than that, they enable
us to become ourselves, to become the kind of creature we are.
Stories beget stories.
We need myths
to be human, to be, as the writer Terry Pratchett so elegantly said, the place
where the falling angel meets the rising ape.
Myth and
symbol, as Langer and Ernst Cassirer recognised, are vital to the development
of those most essentially human, activities: talking and knowing. They are the
key to understanding the exploratory, explanatory, infinitely extendable,
“upwardly” oriented modality of consciousness manifest in both science and religion. Myth and symbol are the very essence of
human consciousness and all its great cosmological adventures; myth and symbol and our conscious participation in them.
1.1 A Bit of Background
Before I get carried away, I’d just like to signpost where this mythological turn is coming from. This is the last part of a larger project; some of you’ve already endured bits of it at other conferences. The aim of this project has been to pursue a more perfect alignment of science and religion.
Drawing
increasingly on a common storehouse of personal analogies, modern physics and
modern metaphysics have begun to converge in ways that practitioners in neither
camp fully appreciate. This convergence works itself out in the dialectics of
consciousness and the cosmos to which it belongs, quite possibly as the vital
element.
The likes of
Stephen Jay Gould, and Rupert Sheldrake are the main culprits in this
cosmological conspiracy; their scientific writings are rich in anthropic images
and metaphysically coloured metaphor. Echoes of Austin Farrer’s interactional
metaphysics; its founding construct – what it means to be, or rather to become
a person – analogically extended. Echoes,
too, of Ludwig Feuerbach’s anthropo-theology, with its transformative projects,
idealised self-conceptions, with which consciousness transacts and extends
itself, perhaps infinitely. Together, Farrer and Feuerbach open the way for
consciousness to reinvest itself in the cosmological and anthropological
projects of scientist and philosopher alike.
But there is
more to these echoes than a shared imagery.
There is a deeper synthesis at work here.
Consider, for
example, Einstein on the strange but persistent belief that ‘our thoughts and
feelings are somehow separate from all the rest.’ Urging us to free ourselves
from this ‘optical delusion of… consciousness,’ he gave astrophysics an
anthropo-theological flourish, calling it ‘the one issue of true religion’. Or
how about the Evolutionary Biologist, Julian Huxley who said, ‘[a]s a result of
a thousand million years of evolution the universe is becoming conscious of
itself.’
With this in mind, I want to take a minute to recap what’s gone before so that this last stage will make sense.
With this in mind, I want to take a minute to recap what’s gone before so that this last stage will make sense.
And if you come back in approximately a week, dear reader, you may find me doing precisely that. In the meantime, I hope everyone stays safe and well as we all prepare for a future as cannibals and scavengers of bog roll. Until next week, keep your distance, wash your hands, and try not to act like a c***.
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