A Mental Space Odyssey

Transfer to Wordpress

2010-04-26T14:20:00.003-04:00

Hi everyone!

I am moving this site to Wordpress. Blogspot was a great home for a few years, but Wordpress has long been gaining favor because of its support of LaTeX, it's attractive and powerful platform. It also seems better equipped to handle spam and a lot has been getting through in the comments.

I have also started writing for other blogs and have my own professional work to do. I do hope to maintain my internet presence and will hopefully use it as a platform for turning people onto ideas that I feel are important. I also hope to play my role as Prometheus and bring the fire of mathematics to The People.

So follow along if you like at A Mental Space Odyssey

Jeepers Creepers Batman! The Singularity is Near.

2010-04-13T22:51:00.001-04:00

One of the most recent episodes of Radiolab reports on recent work by Cornell scientists. A robot called Eureqa (you can download her brains here) is capable of taking in large amounts of data and then summarizing laws that govern that data's behavior. For example, without any prior knowledge of physics or geometry, this robot - equipped with a camera capable of recording data - takes ultra-fine data points and then "learns" what the fundamental laws of the system are. In just a few hours this program derived Newton's law that Force equals mass times acceleration, or F=ma. When watching a double pendulum it derived Hamilton's equation with the appropriate Hamiltonian (Energy function) describing the double pendulum. See a great Guardian Article here.

In the above Radiolab podcast they describe how a biologist from Texas then asked the Cornell group to analyze a huge batch of data tracking single-cell dynamics for a specific organism (A Cambridge group did the same with Baker's Yeast). The machine started printing the "laws" that governed the single-cell dynamics and they were extremely accurate and simple. The trouble is that the scientists can't figure out what the equations "mean". This presents a problem as our current paradigm for doing science and mathematics requires that our results be understandable by humans. (See Thurston's article "On Proof and Progress in Mathematics".)We seem to be moving quickly into a time where we can describe phenomena without comprehending the significance of our results.

This raises several interesting points of discussion. For one, what would a version of this robot carried to its logical extreme have to say about our universe? Given that our current Eureqa has covered centuries of human intellectual endeavor in a few days, just imagine what deep insights it will have in the future. Will it come to the conclusion that our universe is too complex to be described by mathematical laws and that it must be the product of a creator? Perhaps, but regardless of the answer the exciting fact is that we are poised to create our own Douglas Adams' Deep Thought and this machine might resolve the great dispute once and for all. Alas, it seems that if we built an actual Deep Thought an answer as meaningless as 42 is a plausible outcome.

An Aside: As a youth I was very interested in politics and the structure of an "ideal" society. I then read the article "Seeing Around Corners" and summarized that it truly was an analytical problem whose solution didn't lie in philosophy, but rather in mathematics. I decided to pursue the hard sciences from that day forth. Now as a PhD student studying mathematics I listen to the above podcast and panic. Oh God! Science is dead! I haven't decided to leave mathematics in part because it is inventive and probably not going to be subsumed by the machines, but if all that is left for future thinkers to do is inject meaning into life Philosophy is looking pretty good!

Mathematics and Art -- Expression

2009-05-17T22:40:00.007-04:00

So my friend Paul -- a fellow math grad student at Penn who does combinatorics -- sent me the following email:

I was talking to someone last night, and they said they loved math because it was "beautiful". This maybe always struck me as a rather odd, if widespread, idea; it at least seemed odd then. My idea of "beautiful", aesthetically or artistically speaking, involves expressiveness, or at least something to do with human emotions, some human connection. Maybe that's *just* my idea, but in any case mathematics has nothing whatsoever *expressive* about it, so it doesn't fit at least my idea of beautiful in any artistic sense (yeah, a sunset is pretty, but, I wouldn't go see a movie that was just a sunset). This got me thinking about what I do find, if not exactly beautiful, at least appealing, about some mathematical work. I posted it because I think it's not the same thing a lot of my peers find appealing, and, I was curious as to their reaction.

Basically, I think of mathematics as a bag of tautologies--statements that are trivially true, and thus in a sense devoid of content, not really saying anything at all, like "If we're going to the movies, either we'll see 'Star Trek' or something else". (Or "If you take a bunch of apples and put them in 10 boxes, at most one to a box, you have 10 boxes you can put the first one in, and then only 9 boxes you can put the second one in. Because it's one to a box. Can't put the second one in the same box as the first one. Ten minus one is nine. Etc."). That's why I don't find mathematical theorems, as such, very interesting. Theorems in the physical sciences have content, they describe how the world works or might work. Mathematical theorems have no content, they're theorizing about nothing, a bag of tautologies; they're trivialities in disguise. Who cares?

That's (certainly) not to say they're trivially true to me, or to anyone else necessarily, but, to the extent I, or everyone else, *don't* think of a mathematical result as tautological, I believe it reflects on a failure of my personal, or our collective, understanding. Overall, mathematical language doesn't seem like something we're terribly well-suited to, as a species. We have quirky and limited human brains that are good at other things, like figuring out how to bite things or passing immediate judgment on the hotness of people we just met. So in one sense, mathematical results don't say anything; in another sense, they say something trivial that we can't recognize as trivial because we're idiots about that kind of thing. The interesting thing about the triviality in disguise is the disguise, not the triviality, and when I work on math, I'm much more motivated by frustration over not being able to see through the disguise than any particular interest in the triviality. This is a "problem-solver"'s attitude, I suppose, and a "theorist" would be more interested in the triviality (or, more likely, characterize the whole thing differently).

What I like in a mathematical argument, and maybe this is what people think of as "beautiful", is when it manages to make the essentially trivial or tautological nature of the result apparent to our quirky and limited human brains. That's why I don't like long or messy arguments and why I like visual proofs of combinatorial identities and why I feel compelled to redo certain proofs--if they "work", but don't make the essentially tautological nature of the result clear, then a "new" result may be established, but the basic failure of understanding--the recognition that the result *isn't saying anything*--remains, and it's that basic failure of understanding that interests me. But if the essentially tautological nature of the result *is* made clear, you can think of it as making our quirky and limited human brains a little more universal and a little less limited, which provides some human connection to the enterprise. It doesn't feed a single starving child, but, it has an appeal, as activities go. Is it something to spend 80 years doing until you die of old age? YMMV.

This conjured up lots of possible responses and this wasn't something meant to stir debate, but I felt like I had to be a voice for "beauty" in mathematics. This is a subject I have thought about for quite some time, but I eventually settled on the following response:
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Well articulated Paul, but I disagree on two primary issues:

1. Mathematics is not expressive -- I will argue that mathematics is the pinnacle of human expressiveness.
2. Mathematics does not connect with human emotion. -- Mathematics is both something to be appreciated passively and carried out actively. The first expresses satisfaction in certainty, elegance and other archetypical emotions. The second is the consequence of curiosity and mystery.

First I will address the second issue because it refers directly to your use of the word "expressive". Then I will move to broaden the definition.

There are several emotions that mathematics appeals to. The ones that come most readily to mind are: elegance, permanence, purity and certainty. Beauty is a multi-faceted sense but I would argue that several of the aforementioned components do account for a classic sense of beauty. The entire pursuit of art is to express feelings of forlorning, hope, despair, love, abdonment, achievement, failure and the whole palette of human experience.

What emotions are conjured when appreciating the marble statues of Greco-Roman past? Although their world bears little resemblance to our own they were familiar with much the same range of emotion that we are. Their art expresses archetypes and reflects universal stories or ideals that humans spread across millenia can appreciate. Art has the same purpose of philosophy -- it is meant to make explicit these emotions so that one may stand back and reflect. It is an attempt to purify a given aspect of human experience and abstract away irrelevant details. Art accomplishes this through physical instantiation, whereas philosophy and thus mathematics (since the two were always part of the same enterprise and only recently have grown separate) sets aside the object for study inside of one's own mind so that introspection may be applied. One cannot say that one method is better than another just because the philosopher and mathematician frames his or her art in words and symbols. If one can appreciate the marble rapture of two bodies intertwined, but not Aristotle's words "Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies" then I concede the issue at hand.

On a meta-level the age of statues and words alike -- their permanence -- evokes a sense of solidity and foundation -- a rock that even the most tortured souls can cling to. Mathematics is without a doubt the most permanent human enterprise (meaning: as long as there are humans to support its meme pool). When a theorem is proved it is acknowledged as true for the rest of time. It is changeless. It echoes Zeno and other members of the Parmenidean school's belief that reality is one, change is impossible, and existence is timeless, uniform, and unchanging.

This way of thinking is spawned out of a desire for certainty. This is perhaps the most primordial human emotion. It is the impetus for all mythology, all religions and all science. Religion and Science are manifestations of a desire to narrate human existence. They both advocate methodologies for how to construct this narrative, but ultimately they are just developments of the more basic role of mythology -- coherent story-telling. Mathematics is the most coherent form of story-telling yet devised by human beings. One might argue that this is like comparing apples to modules, but the distinction is superficial. In one, the scene and characters are put in place and the governing dynamics are given by the personalities and tempers. In the other, a background universe and cast of definitions are put in place with logic and inspiration for what might be true determining the dynamics at hand. The success of physics since the time of Archimedes has been the application of abstraction to human perception to create a model with initial conditions and letting mathematics provide a story that unfolds in logical, clock-work fashion. The simple models our ancestors had pale in comparison with our current (and probably still over-simplified) model of the universe as a fiber bundle with local sections equipped with SU(3)xSU(2)xU(1) (or E8) symmetry group. Perhaps faith provides the input but reason creates the output. The individual steps may be tautologies, but the unfolding pattern is the most beautiful, spectacular, psychadelic creation humankind has ever conceived.

What is it that makes this patterned way of thinking beautiful? It is the sucess of expression unparalled by any other human endeavor. The example of putting apples in boxes may lack expressiveness because the initial conditions and structure of the problem are transparent. The action of solving the problem is just a process of deduction (or of building a general algorithm and then deducing the answer). What really makes mathematics expressive is the process of identifying features of system or processes and then naming them. This resonates with the old Christian/Greek notion that naming something gives one power over that thing. The tautological statement that "plugging in numbers into this polynomial in different ways leaves the result unchanged" seems like a silly thing to say, but when the correct notion of a Galois group is harnessed suddenly problems of the ancients come tumbling down (trisecting the angle, doubling the cube, squaring the circle). The ability to transplant one problem from a completely unrelated domain into another is at the core of human intelligence. More fundamentally, meaning comes from the isomorphism discovered between two things. Reasoning by analogy -- a method perfected in mathematics -- is all that expression is and can ever be. It is all literature, psychology and art has ever done. One must take some personal internal state that is largely unspeakable, unnameable, undrawable, irrational and point to some isomorphic system sitting outside of ourselves and say "That is me!" We are ourselves manifolds, only locally similar to anything that is understood. Although antithetical in nature, I believe that Riemann would have agreed with Emerson, a contemporary on a different continent using different methods to grasp at transcendental truths, when he said

"Words are finite organs of the infinite mind. They cannot cover the dimensions of what is in truth."

A Brighter Future

2009-02-21T12:00:00.004-05:00

Hello Everyone!

Quick Update:

1. I placed out of the core Complex Analysis course at Penn, freeing me up to do a reading course on Symplectic Topology with Prof. Block.

2. I have been neglecting my reading course because I have been occupied with the details of the Thom-Pontryagin Construction which relates homotopy classes of maps $f: M^n\to S^p$ (the p-sphere) and framed cobordism classes of closed $n-p$-dimensional manifolds. It was fun but I wasn't planning on the extra labor.

3. I just gave the pizza seminar talk on "Soliton Solutions of Integrable Systems and Hirota's Method" Friday that went really well.

4. I just looked at Penn Math Courses for Fall 2009 and there is an awesome selection!

Notable entries include:

- P. Freyd's "Calculus of Variations" Course.

- Jonathan Block will continue the 3 course sequence on Algebraic Topology with 618.

- M. Ballard's "Complex Algebraic Geometry" Course: It should be interesting to see fresh blood teach this staple of Penn.

- Joachim Krieger is teaching a course on PDEs: A subject I hope to take as a minor oral topic. Calabi Fellow Joachim Kriger was recently cited five times Terry Tao's AMS Bulletin (Jan. 09) article on "Why Are Solitons Stable?"

- Ron Donagi is teaching a course on "Mathematical Foundations of Theoretical Physics" a course that enticed me into coming to Penn, but hasn't been taught in several years.

- The Eugenio Calabi is teaching a topics course on Differential Geometry backed with W. Wylie's Ricci Flow madness.

Next year is going to be awesome!

My Catharsis of a Year Past

2009-01-01T22:14:00.007-05:00

It's been many months since I've decided to update this blog. These have been months of success and failure, brief moments of ecstasy framed by doubt, insecurity and regret: I have survived my first semester of graduate school.

This shouldn't sound so dramatic and I realize that in the grand scheme of things, my life is great. I graduated from MIT in June 2008 with a perfect GPA in mathematics and a minor in Philosophy (not perfect in all subjects though). I was accepted by more than one pure mathematics graduate school with full funding. I am currently attending an Ivy League university with 2 years and 3 summers free of any teaching duties and the remaining 3 years supported by teaching. I have a beautiful girlfriend and we have been together over 3 years and she is also attending an Ivy League university less than an hour away and pursuing a PhD in physics. I can imagine that many many people would be envious of my circumstances. So what's the rub?

The rub is that despite my rational decision-making there are parts of me that perpetually fret that I made a bad-decision for my graduate institution. These thoughts are mostly irrational fears based on my own insecurities and adjustment to graduate school. I realize this and part of the symbolic quality of writing this on New Years Day is to fulfill a resolution: To move on with my life at Penn and to actualize my passion and enthusiasm by playing the cards I've been dealt rather than wishing my circumstances were different. Before I can move on I must throw out the old. This is my Catharsis.

Over the summer I was engaged in incredibly rewarding work with Victor Guillemin at MIT. I got to combine my passion for geometry and writing by completely rewriting the core chapter on manifolds in Victor Guillemin's new work-in-progress, a reworked take on the classic "Differential Topology", but with a major focus on multilinear algebra, differential forms and DeRham Cohomology. Those of you who have read the preface of the original classic will know these topics were intentionally left out and all manifold theory occurs in R^n. This book places a focus on doing "Grown-Up" Manifold theory with an emphasis on the previously neglected topics. The praise that Prof. Guillemin handed down to me was both warming and hurtful. The knowledge that had I delayed my graduate applications, taken the math GRE during a less chaotic semester and had the fortune of getting letters of recommendation from both my research advisor and VWG, that I might have fared much better in the admissions game, incenses me from time to time.

Having enjoyed my summer work greatly, it was sad to stop and head off to Philadelphia to start my August lease, away from girlfriend and friends, in short, my support system, so that I could prepare for 6 hours of preliminary exams at the end of August. I knew that my finite group theory was weak and that I had spent my previous year focusing entirely on the beauty of algebraic topology, smooth manifold theory, Riemann surfaces and Integrable Systems (the last two being a brief introduction). I began my review with the excellent "Berkeley Problems in Mathematics" and got my butt kicked, but whenever I turned to past Penn prelims they were usually predictable and elementary. Nevertheless I set to work on these and did many years worth, getting stuck occasionally, but eventually solving several years worth of problems. Nearing exam time there was an exam or two where I could do an entire 3 hour section in less than 45 minutes. The odd thing would be that a question or two would pop up that was much more difficult than the others and would take well over an hour to solve. The pattern, which I only realized later is that these sorts of questions became slightly more frequent in the last year or two. On an exam day I was oddly relaxed and was actually cocky that I might be able to tear through a section in less than hour. What actually happened was that I would recognize a hard question as being related to an older question and spend half an hour trying to remember how the old question went instead of trying to solve the problem in front of me. I became nervous and made several small errors and then later huge conceptual mistakes. After the day was done and discussion ensued, I realized that I had made the same mistakes as many of my classmates, yet instead of simply having common intersection I had the union of say two people's mistakes. I began to worry immensely.

The next three days were filled with incredible nausea and sleeplessness. I had dreams where I professors would yell at me and say "You want to go to Caltech!? Here let me call them and see if they'll take you now!" Immediately my mind fractured into two lives, one real, one imagined. In my imagined life I was at Caltech in Sunny Pasadena, surrounded by an elite community of scientists and engineers, buttressed by an undergraduate community reminiscent of my fond memories as an undergraduate at MIT. Here I had no preliminary exams, no quals, and was never confronted with a feeling of intense inadequacy or failure. My real life was painted with black, an immediate branding as sub-par in my department, and a city filled with poverty, crime, racial and socio-economic tension. My university well known, but not immediately recognized by the layman as elite mathematically as Caltech. After three days I was told that I had failed at the PhD level but had the highest pass at the Master's level. Basically, they had set me as the cut-off, the next person was 6 points ahead of me and another 2 points would have done the trick.

So needless to say I had a rough start to the semester. I was forced to take a remedial course (proseminar) meant to patch-up faults from my undergraduate education (this meant for me supplementing my 8 week course on Groups, Rings, Modules at Cambridge as my only algebra education). This scared me for two reasons. One was that traditionally attrition from people taking Prosem is quite high, meaning I was more likely to drop out of the program. Second was that my intentions on getting ahead on advanced course material and getting into research would be delayed. I initially had planned to place out of the required Geometric Analysis course and take Lie Algebras in its stead, but after having all the fight kicked out of me and a rather difficult placement exam I decided against it. I was also promised new and exciting topics on the Hodge Decomposition Theorem, Gauss Linking Integrals, Calibrated Geometry and all sorts of extra topics I had not been exposed to. Taking the normal first-year courses did not sound so bad, but then I was informed there was a scheduling conflict between this course and the proseminar and I might have to push back my geometry education, which was the whole reason I came to Penn in the first place! Fortunately after some last minute gifts given by the faculty, I was able to meet at another time for prosem and take the normal first year curriculum.

So my courses totaled: Real Analysis (Lebesgue Theory, Frechet/Banach/Hilbert Space theory, etc.) Algebra (Sylow Theorems, Group (Co)Homology, Category Theory, Rings, Modules), Geometric Analysis (Smooth Manifold Theory, Vector Calc, DeRham Cohomology, Frobenius Integrability), Riemannian Geometry (Do Carmo), and proseminar. As I began to recover from my initial setback I was energized to succeed in my courses, yet I found myself perpetually switching back and forth between my real life at Penn and my imagined life at Caltech. Most of my courses were good, but I felt that my Geometric Analysis course moved too slowly on the elementary material and too quickly on the important material. The lectures themselves consisted of mostly intuitive arguments and hardly was a rigorous proof demonstrated in class. To repair this, the instructor would assign problem sets with anywhere from 10 to 20 problems that were either heavily computational and unenlightening or were major results that were routinely in most textbooks and better copied. There would be pretty routinely one problem that was novel and interesting, but would require tremendous effort given the tools at hand or easily done using material not yet studied. There was also an absurd amount of focus on vector calculus that would be interesting for physics undergraduates, but only alienated most of my classmates from the course material. This also resulted in tons of tedious problems that filled my week with what could have been spent on pretty much anything else.

In my parallel life I was receiving stellar lectures filled with exacting detail and rigor. Topics that were "fun" were left to the side and room was made instead for Fundamental groups and covering spaces, homology, cohomology and calculation of homology groups, exact sequences. Fibrations, higher homotopy groups and exact sequences of fibrations, structure of differentiable manifolds, degree theory, de Rham cohomology, elements of Morse theory. Geometry of Riemannian manifolds, covariant derivatives, geodesics, curvature, relations between curvature and topology. (This is the list of topics for Caltech's Ma151 abc) All things which I consider to be simultaneously fun and important...

ENOUGH COMPLAINING! This where I stop my critique of things past.

What I came to realize is that a lot of graduate school is less about how well other people can educate you than it is about how well you can educate yourself.

Most of my internal struggle can be pinpointed to faulty thinking. Part of my insecurity comes from the fact that when you are at a place like MIT or Caltech you have some external verification of your own self worth. Granted it is true that well taught classes and a community of bright, competitive colleagues and professors can help significantly in the training of a mathematician, a lot of work needs to be invested by one's self into one's own study of mathematics (Not to suggest that Penn lacks bright, achieved faculty). Many of my classmates have learned most of their undergraduate mathematics, not because they had top-notch professors that told them what to study when and which problems to solve, but because they put in their own effort and pushed their professors to teach them more.

The bottom line is that a professional mathematician must learn a large chunk of requisite mathematics and this must be done by any means necessary. Beyond the first year or two of material suddenly everything that one needs to learn is self-taught. Success in research ultimately depends on this self-initiative and ability to acquire material independent of the environment around you.

So what about the future? I believe that over all many of my courses at Penn will be quite good. Ironically, based on a cursory glance of some of the problem sets at Caltech and the ones assigned at Penn, I would say that ours were of equivalent if not greater sophistication (Geom/Top not counted since they learn the subjects in opposing order to us). Tony Pantev is a superb instructor and mathematician. I've also heard very good things about Jonathan Block, my start-up advisor, who will most likely be responsible for most of my education here. Also, Peter Storm and Natasa Sesum will be he here next Fall and I expect that I will have the chance to learn much from both of them. Finally, the thing which excites me most about my circumstances is that Helmut Hofer has received a life-long appointment at the IAS starting this year. Given my plans to move to New Jersey and commute next year, I will have some of the best living practicing Symplectic Geometers in my backyard.

I am also pleased to know that I have the option of pursuing symplectic geometry as a major topic for my orals next year. I have had several interesting conversations with other Penn graduate students, and I do believe that I am not the only one with some of my interests. There seems to be several postdocs working on Mirror Symmetry -- a very cool and modern pairing of algebraic and symplectic geometry -- and at least one other graduate student intends to have his dissertation on Homological Mirror Symmetry. Aside from interests, my classmates are overall a fun group and I actually enjoy a social life outside of my studies. All the reasons outlined in my decision post below seem to be borne out, but the true fruits of the dissertation phase are still waiting for the picking.

The past is immutable and the only rational action is to seize the present. I share this story not so much to dwell on the specifics of my life, but so that you might find some common thread in your own life story.

Consciousness and Intelligence: Be Here Now!

2008-07-13T13:20:00.008-04:00

So I received an email from someone who had just finished watching Curran's and my GEB video lectures. I'm always glad to hear that OCW is impacting peoples lives in positive ways.

Anyways, in this email I was asked several questions about my thoughts on consciousness and intelligence, the differences between the brilliant and the ordinary, and so on. Since it is the most I've written for a while, I figured I'd share my response below:

First I have to say that I am very flattered by your message -- I've had very few people contact me directly about the lectures and only a few blogs seem to have anything to say about them.

I would also like to thank you for donating to OCW -- It really is a great cause and is based on the belief that knowledge and education should be free to whoever is willing to try to access them. Thanks again for that!

Now I will try to answer some of your questions:

Thoughts on Consciousness & Intelligence and what I'm reading:

This is a big one and I am not even sure how to answer it -- I should first say that there are probably a lot of people who understand both of these subjects better than me. I gave up pursuing some of these questions because I began to doubt I would ever see the answers in my lifetime.

First, I have to admit that I'm not sure if I buy the basic thesis of GEB -- that there is an isomorphism between the physical world and formal systems and that the "I" represents the same sort of twisted-back-on-itself strange loop that we see in Godel's statement G that says of itself "G is not provable".

Funnily enough I think that Hofstadter doesn't believe this either. If you look for his Scientific American column collection -- Metamagical Themas -- he does a great piece on "Who shoves whom around inside the Careenium?" Here he introduces the "symball" view of thought and consciousness, which I believe to be a very good approximation of what is correct. The basic idea is that thought is an emergent process of a lot of small unconscious agents, but more importantly these different levels -- the higher emergent level and the lower physico-mechanical/biological level -- push around each other and interact in strange and beautiful ways on different temporal and spatial scales. I would highly recommend reading that piece.

Also, I have come to the opinion that Hofstadter's new book I am a Strange Loop gets to the point a lot faster and a lot easier than GEB does -- in almost half the number of pages as well! You should check out the new paperback edition on amazon, which appears to have a good review by the washington post.

I would recommend Marvin Minsky's books Society of Mind and The Emotion Machine -- consciousness has this very mystical and apparently point-like quality that resists reduction, but Minsky does an incredible job in analyzing seemingly simple actions, say crossing a street, and unraveling all the routines and sub-routines the mind must employ to accomplish this task. Thinking like a computer scientist offers a lot of powerful inferences into the sort of psychological structures we all have.

2. What separates the brilliant from the ordinary?

Not a lot in terms of hardware, but maybe a good amount in terms of software, but then differences in software are able to affect and change the hardware, adapting it to its needs. The brain's plasticity is a wonderful thing. Put in other words, I think that differences in hardware are not significant for distinguishing genius from the ordinary, but that the environmental conditions in which we are raised dictate a great deal of whether we are "brilliant" or "ordinary".

Also, try to define what what it is meant by these two terms. If you define "brilliant" as "good at math" then you are going to have a very biased view of intelligence. I propose that we abandon these terms all together and focus on what is really important -- self-actualization.

I doubt that classic examples of "genius" -- famous artists, writers, thinkers and so on -- share some common feature in terms of intellectual capacity, whatever that might mean. In terms of psychological well-being, however, they probably all shared some sort of feature of self-actualized/actualizing human beings. (Please explore the writings of Abraham Maslow for more information.)

Basically, once you have secured your physiological, safety, love/belonging, esteem needs, you are then in the position to pursue aspects of morality, creativity, spontaneity and problem-solving. See Abraham Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs.

Of course this begs the question "Well most middle/upper class people have (arguably) secured the bottom levels in the Hierarchy of Needs, so why aren't all of these people geniuses?" The answer is that most of these people probably are pretty bright -- geniuses on a certain coarse scale -- but differences in work-ethic and subjective taste dictate what is commonly perceived as genius. This goes back to the hiking-around-the-world-in-pursuit-of-enlightenment vs. toiling-for-hours-in-a-lab-in-pursuit-of-a-Nobel-Prize view of genius. One or both might make you famous, but how do you evaluate genius without a good definition of its properties?

Suppose you take the best students from all the high-schools in the world and you put them in one place, how do you rate genius among them? There is a scaling effect whenever you restrict your population size that seems to result in a normal distribution with different mean.

I also want to emphasize the role of hard work in the development of genius and excellence. The difference in genius is almost identical to the difference in athletic prowess -- What do you think separates the people trying out at the Olympic time-trials and the general populus? What separates the person who wins the 800m and goes to Beijing and the person who comes in fourth? We will remember one of them, but not the other.

A similar phenomenon is observed at MIT. Coming from a place like MIT, which in many ways represents the cream of the crop in terms of intelligence, the difference between the average student and the best student can seem like miles, yet to the average person in the public, every MIT student seems like they're miles ahead. Whether you "win" of not is a large mix of chance, training and genetics, and chance/training dictates a much larger percentage than innate genetic ability. I don't think "winning" should matter, but maybe just being at that level of performance is important. I would say that two things mark the difference between the best MIT student from the average MIT student or any top performer from the average person in general.

1. There is a catalytic moment that I call the "Ahaa!" moment that is completely personal, emotional, and irrational. This is a sort of "peak experience" as described by Maslow that is often interpreted as spiritual in nature. It can be the sudden or gradual realization of a deep curiosity or desire to pursue a subject of study, a vision, an art, an invention, or what have you.

This provides the impetus and energy to pursue:

2. The commitment of blood, sweat, tears, and other hard labor in developing a skill, art, trade, knowledge or ability to actualize and instantiate the creative vision attained in the first part.

I don't think I was born good at mathematics. I think I did have a seed of curiosity (like many many children) that was remarkably not stamped out by my upbringing. My parents were wise and kind enough to not push me into anything, but rather made available resources for me to exercise my curiosity. I didn't realize that I really loved math and wanted to work hard at it until the end of my sophomore year of high school. I then began the long road of studying and investing time in my new interest. At several times I lost my way, thinking that I was going to pursue other subjects, but then again after my sophomore year in college I realized my love for pure mathematics. I don't think I am really better than anyone, but the way in which I responded to challenge is different from some people. If you respond to challenge with a desire to conquer regardless of how long it takes, then you will eventually overcome, but you should pick your battles carefully. The brain is a plastic organ that can be trained like a muscle -- if you wish to train it through study or meditation than it will become stronger in that regard, but it can also be over-trained, fatigue or injure. Avoid extremes.

Living a balanced life is very important and sometimes brilliant people work too hard for their own good and their intelligence deteriorates along with their emotional well-being. Enjoy every day as if it were your last because you might get run over by a bus today or tomorrow. Work hard only if that gives you pleasure. Don't suffer only for the hope of better things to come.

Be Here Now!

Graduation and the Road Ahead, Behind, Sideways...

2008-06-06T23:20:00.001-04:00

Many months have passed since my last blog entry. I apologize for that. My last semester at MIT was an enjoyable one. I got to take Victor Guillemin's course, 18.952 - Theory of Differential Forms, with a friend of mine and I always love chatting about courses with people.

I have put together a Googlepages page summarizing my academic work and projects from the past four years. It can be accessed here:

Justin M. Curry - The Collected Works of a Philosopher-Mathematician

I know it sounds depressing, but I, along with many of those graduating in 2008, have really struggled with "letting go" and leaving my undergraduate career behind and entering the "real world." Granted the real world for the next 5 years will be graduate school at the University of Pennsylvania, working with any of the fine mathematicians there, but still, the idyllic times of college have come to an end. You can see my proof of purchase below:

Sasha and I had a wonderful time decorating our mortarboards - a quirky re-capturing of an otherwise boring ceremony - making it an individualized expression of coming to terms with our frenetic time at MIT. I discovered that one of the best ways to make a three-dimensional "8" is to first make a mobius strip and then pinch the middle together. From the photo you can see that Sasha has spelled "MIT" using Feynman Diagrams and I have contented myself with a knockoff of one of the many variants on the MIT logo.

How did I get here from my last blog post on January 20, 2008? Over 5 months have passed and no letter to my internet home? What gives? I will hope to answer some of these questions in the next couple of posts. Most of these recent posts were written around the end of June and the beginning of July, but I have altered the dates to present them in a given order. This post I'm dating June 6th, 2008 to reflect my graduation date. The one below I've dated April 15th to symbolize the common notification deadline for graduate schools in the U.S. I hope you enjoy my re-telling of these stories!

Grad School Decision: Caltech vs. UPenn

2008-04-15T01:03:00.002-04:00

Several months ago, I was making a declaration of survival with my "I'm Alive!" post. Sad to say, the worst had not yet obtained at that point. Graduate admissions results began with an optimistic waitlisting from Caltech and was then followed by embarrassing rejection after rejection. Initially enthusiastic response from Berkeley and Chicago was only later met with personal emails filled with "Sorry to inform you"'s and the like. After several nauseating months were over and the dust settled, I had been accepted to Caltech, UPenn, UCSD, and UMD. The week after visiting England for spring break I spent 3 days each at Caltech and Penn meditating on my graduate school decision.

First Caltech. This is the second time that I have seriously played with the idea of attending Caltech - and both times I've rejected their offer. I hope this doesn't catch up with me come job hunting, because I really admire Caltech as a prestigious research institute that draws an elect undergraduate body definitely rivaling MIT in quality. I love the idea of living in California - although LA seems less exciting to me than SF/Berkeley does - the campus is gorgeous, it has the same sort of quirk that I've grown to love about MIT, but there are two problems:

1. Size.
2. Focus of the (few) faculty members in the math department.

The first problem is the exact same problem I had when I toured as a high school senior - The lack of people makes for a peaceful, meditative atmosphere that can drive you insane. I think on the level of the entire campus I could get used to, and grow to like, the size, but the math department seemed suffocatingly small to me. Here is roughly how my visit went:

On arrival, I checked into the math office and was handed a schedule for my 3-day visit. I have maybe 3 hours filled in. "Hopefully we can fill that in for you" says the secretary. We then try to make appointments with as many of the faculty that I think I will be interested in: Alexei Borodin, Nikolai Makarov, Eric Rains, Barry Simon, Tom Graber and the only geometer on the faculty, Danny Calegari.

Other prospectives - "prospies" - drift in, awkward conversations ensue. There are at most four of us that I meet on the first day and I'm having serious trouble getting along with almost everyone I meet. Later on some seemingly well-adjusted people from Columbia, Chicago, MIT and Toronto show up, but the interaction is short-lived. For the first two days most of my time is spent waiting for meetings to happen. Here is a standard scene. Some details are exaggerated:

[Four Prospies, two graduate students are standing and sitting around in the tea room, desparately trying to execute normal social behavior. A balding, un-identified mathematician is sitting on a couch, muttering to himself]
Grad Student: So What do you think you want to study?
Me: Geometry, Topology, Mathematical Physics. Stuff like that.
Grad Student: [Snickers] Oh -- I see. Can you be more specific.
Other Grad Student: Yeah, why didn't you just say "Math"? [Imagined high-fives going around. I'm the weeny getting towel-whipped in the locker room by T-bone and his goonies.]
Other Prospective: Yeah, I want to study counting and coloring - Combinatorics.
[There are a few forced laughs, and then everyone goes silent. The breaks in conversation become unbearable, so I high-tail it to the tea and without hesitation sling back a styrofoam cup-full of hot, scalding liquid. I scream internally, "Oh Thank God for this searing pain! Please spare me from this agonizing social situation."

I wander back over to my position in the circle. Either there is no conversation, or we squeeze out forced explanations from graduate students their thoughts on Caltech's math department and what sort of research they're doing, or other prospies interject with dick-measuring comments in an effort to discover weaknesses and strengths in the fellow prospies' math backgrounds. This scene is then broken every 10 minutes or so when a Caltech regular enters the tea room, stops in his or her tracks, drops their jaws in an uncontrolled moment of surprise and stammers out "There...There...There are sooo many people in here!" Evidently the presence of four other people in the Sloan Math wing is enough to initiate this sort of response.]

Thankfully, Sasha arrived on the second evening and a physics professor treated us to an amazing dinner in Old Pasadena. A physics grad student comes along, who is pretty sociable and easy to talk to. I get the sense that even the math department is viewed as a slight oddity at Caltech. I am recovering well from my lonely exploits and by Day 3, I am starting to warm-up considerably to Caltech.

By this point, I've met a handful of faculty and have been impressed by everyone. The faculty know there stuff and they exude this almost scary intensity and passion for whatever they are doing. There is only one problem - none of it seems to lie ahead of my current projected path through mathematical space. It is either too analytical, as in the case of Makarov, Simon, and Rains. Or it is too algebraic as in the case of Tom Graber and Danny Calegari. There is also this design to the math department - one faculty person to one niche - there seems to be little collaboration between faculty and almost no interaction. I start to come to terms with all of these concerns as I sit in Tom Graber's class and am easily impressed, but then I have to duck out early to meet Jerrold Marsden.

I wander across the idyllic Caltech campus, smell the flowers carried on the cool California breeze, and eventually find the Control and Dynamical Systems department where Jerry's office is. I knock an open door, and an older man, slouched slightly in an office chair, clicking away with his one-button mouse on his 30 inch Apple Cinema Display, turns to look at me. I introduce myself and he smiles - there is a spark in his eye and a sort of immediate recognition, not of me particularly, but of a wandering soul who has come to seek out advice and answers. He motions for me to come in and sit down.

Within a few minutes our conversation ramps up and takes on speed. He reminds me very much of my own personal hero at MIT: Gerald Jay Sussman. He has this remarkable ability to discover what I'm interested in hearing and then goes ahead and delivers an off-the-cuff speech that pulls on a few central insights made during his life. He tells me about Dirac structures, an invention of Ted Courant's, named by Marsden, conducted work at Berkeley in the late 80s. The basic idea seems to be that in Lagrangian and Hamiltonian systems you have maps from tangent to co-tangent bundles and vice versa, but if you consider the graph of this map as sitting inside T*+T, this gives you in some ways a more fundamental picture than the Lagrangian and Hamiltonian pictures do on their own. Although this stood as beautiful un-applied mathematics for a while, somebody figured out that electrical circuits, which are incompletely characterized by the Lagrangian or Hamiltonian viewpoint is best captured by this Dirac structure picture instead. He gave me a copy of one of his new papers (Reports of Mathematical Physics Vol. 60 2007, No. 3 "Reduction of Dirac Structures and the Hamilton-Pontryagin Principle"), which had some of the most exciting research I encountered all week. Jerry keeps rapping on about the "wild blue wonder of pure mathematics," showing me the latest edition of his Hamiltonian Reduction by Stages book. I'm grooving on all of this, when suddenly Jerrold Marsden shatters my world:

-He doesn't advise pure math students anymore.
-The Pure math job market sucks.
-Ted Courant, a PhD from Berkeley who has whole whopping fields of mathematics named after him, is teaching high school for a living.

Jerry has shifted gears on me, and goes onto lament the woes of pure math research and the government funding today. The "good ol' days at Berkeley" where all Jerry and Alan Weinstein had to do was chat to the Navy once a month to secure funding, has been replaced by "flashy powerpoint presentations, presenting practical solutions to real-world problems." The CDS department at Caltech apparently consists of a whole bunch of converted pure mathematicians who are "not afraid of deep, powerful mathematics" and can "calculate the curvature of the connection on a principal bundle" if needed to, are all preaching the way of using beautiful mathematics to get a handle on applied, engineering and science problems.

For nearly an two hours, my head is spinning - Am I not going to get a job as a pure mathematician? Should I come to Caltech so I can pursue a more applied PhD in the CDS department, working on numerical techniques for symplectic integration? Oh God! What should I do?

I go and see Jerry again. I let him know that he's blown my world apart and he smiles. I try to place the Penn-Caltech decision in perspective, letting him know that if I intend on pursuing pure mathematics for my PhD, Penn is much more suited to my research interests than Caltech is. I ask the more dramatic question, Should I join the choir of the Converted - the ranks of John Doyle, another Berkeley complex analysis PhD who left pure math for control theory, and now works on my past love of complex systems? Jerry smiles and says that I should do whatever makes me happiest, saying that being a pure mathematician is like being a poet, you might be poor at times, but if you truly love what you're doing it won't matter. He then encourages me to see one of his students give a lecture that afternoon on integration techniques, discrete differential forms and the like.

Before the lecture, I go and see Barry Simon. He is friendly and formal. I wait in his secretary's office and eventually I go in. I'm still reeling from my two conversations with Marsden, so I ask realistically, what the job market is like for pure mathematics. Barry goes on to dismiss most of Jerry's concerns, explaining to me that the old generation of space-race faculty hires are all retiring or dying, and the job market has been climbing steadily since it's early 90s slump when people like Ted Courant were looking for a job. He then goes on to compare Caltech and Penn, pulling on US News Rankings and says "If you want to do Analysis, Caltech is the clear choice."

The meeting comes to an end, and then I visit Eric Rains for a little bit. He talks rapidly, connecting random terms that I know here and there with work on orthogonal polynomials and then seems to work on a level which is down and dirty, but also deep. I struggle to follow what he says as he walks me towards the lecture. I am impressed that a professor would do such a thing. We shake hands and say good bye.

Finally, I am in the lecture hall were Jerry and his student are. People filter in and sit down. The talk gets rolling. The speaker is intelligent and has the social graces of a state school graduate. He is talking about discrete differential forms and their application in variational integrators, which is used to simulate physics and respect the geometry by focusing on conserved quantities (symmetries ala Noether's principle). At some point an audience-member asked whether you could balance the tolerance of conserving energy in the integrator with say time or momentum or what have you. The student then replied "Yeah... Well it is actually a theorem that... I think you [pointing towards Jerry] may have proved that..." Jerry sort of nodded sheepishly and everyone laughed. It was at that point that I realized I wanted to be a theorem-prover like Jerry instead of a code-monkey like his student. It was at that moment, that I realized Jerry's pure mathematical work, theorem-proving - "the stuff he does for fun on Sundays" - really was the spark that made both Jerry and I light up with excitement. It was at that moment that I realized and remembered why I fell in love with mathematics in the first place, I wasn't content to be a code monkey, I wanted to be a theorem-prover.

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Suffice it to say that the Penn Prospective's Weekend went well. As I later wrote to my research advisor, Aliaa Barakat, in an email:

Penn seems to be my clear choice for graduate school. I had lots of fun at the weekend and met many people I would like to work with in addition to Tony and his group. The graduate students have fun and seem very sociable and generally happy... If I were to go [to Caltech] I would be pretty much selling myself on geometric group theory, which may or may not actually interest me. Tom Graber (Caltech, from Berkeley) is also a great algebraic geometer, but I don't know if his work on enumeration will interest me.

One of the things I realized in the past week is that I have not seriously studied algebraic geometry, and it is not clear at this point whether or not it will interest me once I study it. Ron Donagi's class in Complex Algebraic Geometry seemed really interesting but I understood very little this late into the semester. Algebraic Geometry seems to be at the core of Ron Donagi, Tony Pantev, and Antonella Grassi's work. Although, outside of this domain, I had several really great conversations with Wolfgang Ziller and his work on "Exotic Spheres" and other positive curvature examples and counterexamples to some open problems. His arsenal of tools primarily consists of Lie Groups, Spectral Sequences, Chern Characteristic Classes... all things which directly appeal to me given what little surface reading I've done. He also takes his students to Brazil occasionally :-). Christopher Croke is also a really friendly differential geometer doing more negative curvature things. I met Jonathan Block and one of his students, so there is also interesting work there. Alexandre Kirillov is also pretty notable and has his own symplectic form named after him.

Overall the story of my Penn visit is a pretty enjoyable one. There is a much larger math department and both graduate students and faculty were much, much easier to talk to because they seemed genuinely excited about their subject. There is plenty of funding (5 years, two years no teaching duties, 3 paid summers) and lorry-loads of potential advisors doing mathematics that interests me. The graduate students even threw a party for the prospectives that was fun and social, featuring good tunes (Radiohead and an overall well-DJ'ed mix) and I could converse about anything from topoi and differential geometry to traveling and hiking around the world.

After all the visits were said and done, and my choice was seemingly obvious, I still had a hard time letting go of an opportunity to head West and join that Other Institute of Technology. Sasha had lots of trouble too, and making a choice between Berkeley, MIT and Princeton was an emotional roller coaster that I hope neither of us have to relive. Eventually she realized how important our relationship was to her, and she decided to attend Princeton, which is only 45 mins by car away from Philadelphia and the Penn campus. I look forward to the many years ahead of us, and am confident that the Philadelphia, Tri-State area will be a good home for the next couple of years, even though a part of us will always be eager to head out Californey' way to find the American dream.

Structure and Geometry Govern Interaction: Follow Up

2008-01-20T15:14:00.000-05:00

In an older post - Structure and Geometry Govern Interaction - I introduced an argument about how Orange County purposely designed its neighborhoods to have a lack of public spaces and opportunities for interaction. Every time I cite this argument, people ask for my references and I always feel bad to come up empty-handed.

Well, Matt has helped me address this grievance once and for all --

Lisa McGirr's "Suburban Warriors: The Origins of the New American Right", published by the Princeton University Press, contains the much sought after reference. Pages 41 through 44 or so are the most condemning with the most powerful passage on page 42:

Convenience, privacy, and decentralization were the keys to the master plan, with few central public spaces except those dominated by consumption. Irvine executives, with a good sense for business, conciously created solidly middle-class neighborhoods. They preferred to forgo federal subsidies that would have required them to open their developments to poorer residents, and they did not incorporate open-housing provisions into their master plan. Their desire to build high-priced homes helped to reinforce an already existing social homogeneity in Orange County. The result of development along these lines, of both the corporate and the free-market models, was spatial isolation and an abscence of community, which, in a complicated way, helped to reinforce a conservative ethos.

Page 41 introduces the company that was responsible for designing the Irvine area and there are plenty of other interesting things said later as well. In particular, I found the "NIMBY" political movement ("Not In My Back Yard") referenced on page 43 to provide another powerful defense of the idea that home ownership, with a focus on cultivating your own private landscape, encouraged a protective attitude towards private property and a dislike of communal spaces.

I must confess that the idea of simply mulching your own flower beds and garden (something my grandmother so enjoyed in her previous large suburban home) on the weekends hardly seems like an act of conservatism, but it does seem like a selfish act compared to donating your time to working on the community play ground or garden, something to be built and enjoyed by many.

Page 42 is not by default part of the limited preview of the relevant section, but if you use google books to search for the phrase "open spaces" in the book, the first result is on page 42, allowing you to view the missing page.

Buddhism and all that Jazz...

2008-01-13T16:56:00.000-05:00

Here I am on the edge of academia -- right in the butt crack of the two cheeks of Harvard and MIT: Central Square. To be more accurate, I'm not in the crack -- I wanted to be in the crack, but my planned pilgrimage to 1369 Coffee House ended in despair as I realized that the cliche of having a coffee and blogging on your MacBook already had its quota filled at the Central Square establishment and I would have to take my 21st century technology enhanced middle-class musings elsewhere. So I'm a little left of the crack, grasping at the hairy tendrils of the outer limits of Harvard's campus at a neighboring Au Bon Pain. Thank God they have wireless. I probably would have had a hissy fit and mope over my americano, all the time wallowing in the misery of not sharing my existential crisis with the rest of cyberspace. Fortunately, you're getting the rant now and the dose-response curve of my caffeine absorption is just starting to look up.

It has been over a month since I've graced the presence of my own blog, so what impetus could get me off of my mathematical ass and write for a change? Good question. Aside from it being IAP and not having the normal grind of course work, I suppose I just felt inspired to share some thoughts related to a book I recently read: Buddha for Beginners.

I really got a kick out of this book. Not only is it well-illustrated, but the author, Stephen T. Asma, is a professor of philosophy at Columbia College in Chicago, and really tries to give a no-nonsense summary of Buddha's life, the various principles and schools of Hinduism, how Buddha's original teachings departed from these ideas, and how later sects have found their own inspired path to Enlightenment. The presentation is very clear and has really helped me crystallize my understanding of Buddhism. So surprise! You're going to get a book report and I will use someone else's words as a surrogate for my own.

What is the natural starting point for most religions? God. He (she, it, thing, flying rattapotamus, whatever) is kind of a big deal for most people. Thanks to this abstract label of "God" we have had a simple three letter monosyllabic word for not only all the monstrosity of creation, but also any conceivable reason to do or not do something, including, but not limited to, why touching yourself is "immoral" and pretty much any reason why you should hate or love, kill or help anyone at anytime. It probably is worth repeating: God is kind of a big deal. So, How do our Hindu friends view God?

God, in the Upanishads, is the creative originating principle for the entire cosmos. All of nature is in a relentless state of flux or becoming. Animals grow old and perish, seasons come and go, political empires pass away, solar systems arise and collapse...and bell-bottoms go in and out of fashion. All these things make up the ever-changing world of "Becoming", but these are really only manifestations of the all-encompassing reality. The all-encompassing foundation is Being itself or Brahman, which is the source of all created things. Underlying all the changes of the natural world lies the changeless essential reality of God. (pp. 37-38)

Shit... "creative originating principle"!? I thought God was some dude in robes who sat on a chair with an awesome white beard that looks like it has been conditioned with Pantene Pro-V every morning and evening since the birth of the Universe. He's not a "principle," he's an auto-mechanic, the engineer of the Universe, and he even takes Sundays off to watch football and drink beer. What is this Hindu hogwash?

In the Hindu tradition, however, God is not only the antecendent and transcendent world-maker, Brahman is also the world itself. The natural world around us, that we encounter on a daily basis, is not simply God's created artifact -- it is Brahman itself. The natural world is just a manifestation of God and the two cannot really be separated (p. 40)

Okay, well I've heard my Christian friends say "God is everywhere," but the anthropomorphization of the Birkenstock-wearing big old dude in the clouds still seems to be the mental model many people in the West have of God. Naturally, the Hindu pantheistic viewpoint of God aligns nicely with the derived spirituality of many western thinkers who I admire -- Einstein, Spinoza, et al -- and to people who have really studied physics, I think the "God:=The Universe" is the mental model for many scientists and mathematicians. The question "Do you believe in God?" really seems to be a poisoned apple, if you believe in anything, and the universe seems to be plausible thing to believe in, then it almost seems absurd to say "No." The quicksand starts because no one ever states clearly their definition for God, so agreeing with the question is guaranteed trouble. However, this post isn't about God, and the Hindu conception of Brahman is incorporated in Buddhist thinking as well. The main difference between Hinduism and Buddhism (aside from the caste system, the status of women, etc) is the belief in a soul or Atman:

More important for understanding the Buddha's philosophical revolution is the related Hindu concept of Atman or "soul." Just as there is this permanent essential reality underlying Nature called Being or Brahman, there is also an unchanging dimension of human beings -- namely, Atman. The principal less of the Upanishads is that both the fluctuating cosmos and the ever-changing material human body are only distracting veils (maya) over the important spiritual reality. Tn the case of human beings, there is a changeless soul or "ego" that provides the continuity beneath the fleeting material person. (p. 42)

The last, and perhaps most difficult part of Hindu philosophy for us to understand is the relationship between Brahman and Atman. Brahman is God and Atman is the individual self, but in a deeper sense they are both the same thing. Most properly speaking, there is only one permanent reality and that is God, but the individual selves are manifestations or expressions of God temporarily separated from itself. There is an ideal unity of the soul of the human (Atman) and the soul of the universe (Brahman). Individual selves are related to God like sparks to a fire...or water droplets to the sea - they are not qualitatively different and yet they are temporarily estranged from each other... The transcendent un-manifested Brahman does not need to achieve liberation from ignorance, because it is already completely perfected and free. But the eternally Divine God seeks to express itself through many conscious selves because in this way it is able to rise above ignorance. As the cosmic play unfolds, human egos continue to conquer the challenges of living and realize self-knowledge. With this conquering of ignorance we are reunited with the Universal Consciousness and this saga is one of the infinite expressions that flow from Brahman. The aim of the Cosmic Dance is to celebrate itself. (pp. 47-48)

Wow. Ok. Sounds great. Sign me up. But before I do that we should take a look at the Buddha's view on things. The trouble with the above picture as I see it (and apparently as the Buddha saw it) is this posited "soul" or "ego" or "Atman." Living only hop, skip and a jump away from one of the most active centers for brain research, lends one to question the metaphysical status of the "I." Apparently the most radical difference between Buddhism and Hinduism is "Anatman" or a belief in no-Self!

To argue that there is no immortal self is to pull a very comforting rug out from under religious thinking. The idea that some part of us lives on and on is pleasing and satisfies our craving for immortality. According to the Buddha, however, satisfying cravings is not the path to truth.

Not only is there no evidence for an immortal self, but to believe in its existence, according to the Buddha, will lead to an immoral life. It leads to evil because such a belief is ultimately ego-centered and selfish, and human beings will be unable to free themselves if they are seeking rewards in their future lives. In the Samyutta Nikaya, the Buddha states:

"All formations are transient; all formations are subject to suffering; all things are without a self (anatman). Form is transient, feeling is transient, perception is transient, mental formations are transient, consciousness is transient."

According to the Buddha, realizing and understanding that we have no immortal self or soul is part of the enlightenment process is a feature of our awakening. (pp. 51-53)

Wow! Holy shit! The Buddha was actually more materialistic and rational than one would expect! In one fell swoop we have undermined the basis for most Judeo-Christian-Islamic ethics: Fear of an afterlife. Not only do we reject the notion of a soul that persists after death, but we go as far to argue that acting out of fear of consequences in potentially experienced during the after life can lead to immoral behavior since the desire to avoid pain in the afterlife actually is a selfish endeavor (suicide bombers and crusaders go without further mention).

Okay, so what about the perceived continuity of "my" experiences?

The ego that ties together all of one's perceptions and feelings and thoughts is figmentary, according to the Buddha. Contrary to Descartes, we cannot deduce the existence of an "I" from the act of thinking (cogitating). A person is really only a bundle of perceptions.

There is nothing "substantially" the same in my childhood and adulthood, but the causal process itself gives a kind of continuity between bundles of thoughts and impressions.

The Buddha dispels the myth of the metaphysical self (atman) as an underlying entity through life spans. But he understands that each person feels a sense of themself as a self or ego. This palpable experience of the "I" is not completely illusory, for the Buddha claims that it is produced out of the combinations or conjunctions of feeling (vedana), perception (sanna), disposition (sankhara), consciousness (vinnana) and body (rupa). These are the five aggregates (khanda) or bundles of personhood and though each of these is impermanent and always fluctuating, they combine in the "felt" sense of the personal ego. (pp. 58-59)

What is interesting is that Buddhism does not discard the notion of Karma, but instead recasts it into a perceived quality of cause and effect. Instead of letting materialism devolve into a hedonistic frenzy of drinking, drug-taking and fornicating, the Buddha felt that these were just causes of more suffering (when done in excess) and the goal of Buddhism is to (as pragmatically as possible) reduce suffering. We must reject the afterlife and "the wheel of becoming" if we are ever truly going to become free. At the core of the Four Noble Truths

1. All existence is suﬀering (dukkha)
2. Suﬀering is caused by craving or attachment.
3. Suﬀering can end through non-attachment.
4. The way to end suﬀering is the Noble Eightfold Path.

is that we become attached to our perceptions and our lives, this in turn causes suffering. As Professor Stephen T. Asma so eloquently explicates:

Suffering flows from clinging attachment which mistakes impermanent things and sensations for lasting and permanent realities. Attachment is a confusion, in the mind and the heart, that tries to capture or solidify that which is forever in flux. (p. 80)

Although I disagree that "All existence is suffering" the core issue that "Suffering is caused by attachment" rings truer every time I hear it. What is interesting is that the Buddha dwells less on metaphysical musing in favor of trying to implement a pragmatic "general life principle" for ending one's own suffering. This "Noble Eightfold Path" outlined in the Samyutta Nikaya text advises:

1. Right Understanding
2. Right Mindedness
3. Right Speech
4. Right Action
5. Right Living
6. Right Effort
7. Right Attentiveness
8. Right Concentration

What I love about Buddhism is the idea that one should use the Noble Eightfold Path to pursue the Middle Way between the two extremes of indulgence and asceticism. It is neither dogmatism nor moral relativism, it is contextual and adaptable to the situation. Coolest of all, is that for Buddhism intellectual rigor is a "virtue" and ignorance is a "sin." As Asma explains the first step on the Noble Eightfold Path, logical thinking is not at odds with Enlightenment.

Right Understanding: Similar to Socrates's famous position that the good life is the "examined" life, the Buddha believes that intellectual and emotional confusion must be grappled with on a daily basis. Right Understanding occurs when one pierces through the veil of naive consciousness (thinking of ourselves as Ego) to arrive at the true nature of things. The Buddha, and Socrates after him, understood that clarity of thought was most difficult regarding issues where the passions had a strong interest. One has to be especially vigilant for the temptations that can arise from the aggregate sensations. (p. 87)

What is more interesting... is that original Buddhism treats intellectual rigor as a virtue and ignorance as a sin. Some later sects of Buddhism have shared similar hostilities with Western Religions towards the intellect, claiming that ignorant faith is more important than logical thought. Right Understanding is the thoughtful discernment that helps a person see past the quick-fix gratifications to long-range karmic implications. Critical thinking, for the Buddha, is part of the moral path to freedom, for it allows one to recognize internal confusion. (p. 89)

Hot Damn! A religion that embraces critical thinking, advocates the use of Aristotle's rule of the Golden Mean (balance between dogmatism and relativism) and is fundamentally pantheistic-borderline-atheistic. Everything else is just rules of thumb and practices to help end suffering. Sounds good to me. Meditation, at the end of the day, is just time to come to center and appreciate a state of freedom from worldly suffering.

I think this one is a winner, yet Buddhism as Professor Asma presents may depart from what most of my fellow Westerners think Buddhism is. To conclude this excessively long post, I offer Asma's own Postscript:

To actually examine the complex debates of early and later Buddhism is an eye-opening experience. For some time now, the West has been stereo-typing the East as a convenient "other" -- a land of intuition and enigma. Philosophical traditions like Buddhism are seen as deeply irrational, inherently mysterious and ultimately inscrutable. Lamentably, this stereotype has been used by those Rationalist Westerners who hope to feel superior to the "backward" Eastern people. But more recently, the same stereotype is being employed by "New Age" Westerners to elevate irrationalism and mysticism -- claiming Eastern intuitionism as the righteous path out of Western exploitation and alienation. One group shots out Buddhism's difference from Western Philosophy with derision in their voices, and the other group shouts out Buddhism's difference with adoration in their voices.

The irony of all this is that when one actually digs beneath the piles of self-improvement styled pop-spiritual dreck to find the original source material of both traditions, an astounding solidarity of common questions and methods emerges. Aristotle and the early Hinayana philosophers, for example, struggle with very similar questions of permanence and change in quite analogous ways. Or compare Gautama's and the Stoic Epictetus's moral philosophy, where a similar self mastery of the passions becomes the highest freedom in a real world of servitude. In short, anybody who thinks that Buddhists are less rational than Westerners, should read their Nagarjuna. And anybody who thinks that Westerners are narrowly logistic, should read their Plato. (p. 143)

I'm Alive!

2007-12-02T19:06:00.000-05:00

It has been over a month now since my last post and I view it as a necessary declaration to the world that I am alive! Yes I have successfully survived. Survived what you may ask? Survived life! Yes, as the denizens of Senior Haus like to put it: "Sport Death -- Only Life Can Kill you!"

So what is this relapse, this break in the regularity of not posting? It is a brief repose I am granting myself for finishing all of my applications to graduate school! For those of you who are curious, I've applied for PhD programs in mathematics at the following fine institutes:

1. Stanford
2. Berkeley
3. University of Chicago
4. Brown
5. Columbia
6. Caltech
7. Cornell
8. UPenn
9. UCSD
10. UCSC
11. UMD

The ordering roughly indicates the perceived "quality" of the PhD programs by faculty both at MIT and just mathematicians more broadly. There are some debatable points, and I have slightly superimposed my preference of where I'd like to go, but this is a partial ordering on the institutes I'd like to attend. Of course the naturally gaping hole in this list is the absence of MIT, Princeton, and Harvard. Well, I decided to save my money, because the odds of me getting into any of the top three are slim to none. MIT doesn't want to hold onto their own undergraduates (unless you happen to walk on water) and there tends to be this prevailing attitude that if you spend your undergraduate career at MIT, you need to clear room and "give someone else a chance." I agree with this philosophy largely, but the prevalence of people from smaller, lesser known colleges and universities at MIT for grad school is testament to the fact that sometimes its better to be the largest fish in a small pond than a marlin in the ocean.

So Kudos! to those of you who busted butt at state school while the rest of your friends were doing case races. I just hope that my hundreds of dollars on application fees and four years of struggling will pay off likewise.

The dream plan is that both my girlfriend and I get accepted to either Stanford or Berkeley AND we both win either a Gates or Churchill to fund a year on the other side of the pond to do Part III. I've had it put to me "What would you do if Cambridge offered you a PhD position?" Well that is a tough one, but if I wasn't accepted to anywhere comparable in the States, I'd be seriously tempted by the 3 year PhD at one of the world's best institutes. Of course another large factor would be where my partner is going... the two-body problem is difficult, but solvable.

Of course there is also something to be said about the broad, foundational coursework required by nearly all American PhDs. To be able to speak intelligibly about most fundamental areas of mathematics and pass quals is an achievement in of itself. Granted, after spending some time at Cambridge, I get the sense that you really do get to know a lot more mathematics as an undergraduate, so perhaps the quals system is not necessary for a British PhD. Some people criticize Cambridge students of becoming too specialized, but honestly I've seen specialization in even more drastic forms at MIT. A good number of the very best math students at MIT, forego doing their GIRs until later in their undergraduate career and instead pursue pure mathematics as instensely as one could imagine. I have met people who have only taken one undergraduate math course, with the rest being of graduate level, and granted I stand in awe of their achievements, I can't help but feel like they are pushing too high too fast by not exploring other ideas in other courses. Yet, these people are becoming more and more "the expected" if you are really intent on becoming a pure mathematician. Publishing, being a Putnam fellow, conducting serious pure mathematical research as an undergraduate, doing your graduate-level coursework as an undergrad... are all becoming the golden stamp of acceptance into the very best graduate math PhD programs in the states. It almost makes one wonder what the purpose of graduate school really is. There isn't really any "schooling" rather it is just 5 years of teaching yourself mathematics and working on a research problem. As idyllic as this sounds, I still want some schooling and although I think I'm building myself up to pursue symplectic geometry as a field of research, I feel like I'm blossoming too late and compared to the sophomore taking algebraic topology, there is little hope in actually contributing to mathematics.

This leads me into my new favorite story of inspiration -- Ed Witten. For those of you who don't know him immediately and faint at the surge of intelligence generated in the Akashic field simply by mentioning his name, Ed Witten is many ways the father and shepard of string theory -- the still reigning contender for potentially unifying theory of everything. Ed Witten is not only the physicist with the highest h-number -- has h publications, each cited h number of times, a supposed quantifier of both productivity and profundity -- of any living physicist (h_Ed=117), but he is also the first physicist to ever win the mathematician's even more prestigious version of the Nobel -- the Fields Medal. Well here is a shocker for you:

Ed Witten was a history major.

That's right, a history major from Brandeis, who wanted to be a political journalist coming out of undergrad, who entered a PhD program in economics at U Wisconsion at Madison and dropped out, is now today's greatest string theorist. He was not some hot-housed mathematical prodigy who spent his every waking moment being fed mathematics for breakfast, lunch, and dinner -- he was a history major. Although Ed Witten's father was a physicist, and probably wasn't totally ignorant of his mathematical abilities, he did do what we all hope to experience -- he soul-searched, he wandered, he let his mental legs cover this wide intellectual world, and felt the same sense of indecision, disorientation and failure that most mortals do and then he found what he was destined to do, siezed it by the very scruff on the back of its neck and did something great, transcended mortality and entered the realm of the Gods -- may we all be so lucky.

The peculiar bit to Ed Witten's story is how a history major, economics-PhD-dropout, got accepted to Princeton's Applied Math program. The sobering note of this story is that replicating Ed Witten's steps nowadays is probably impossible.

I can only hope that my years of soul-searching and experimentation in other departments and realms of learning, and late discovery of the beauty of mathematics will not be punished by the grad admissions committees. Whenever I express my pessimism to friends they ask, "Oh, are your grades not that good?" No, I actually have a perfect GPA in math. "Then what's the problem?" The problem, compadre, is that I did wander and although I have all the necessary ingredients for graduate studies in mathematics, I didn't do loads of graduate level courses as an undergraduate. The attitude among most MIT students is that you do theoretical math because it is hard... not because it is beautiful, but because you want to show off your intellectual machismo and then go off and work in finance or do graduate studies in some other field. There is no point to your studies -- you do it because it is difficult and nothing more. My problem is that I never subscribed to this philosophy. I always did things because I was interested, because I saw purpose, I saw meaning, I saw beauty, that is the only reason I did or will do anything -- beauty.

So I will try to keep everyone up to date on my pursuit of beauty.

Thanks for tuning in.

Joanna Macy

2007-10-27T17:32:00.000-04:00

Just a quick break from doing research for my 21W.775 paper:

Joanna Macy is a buddhist with a serious interest in deep ecology and environmentalism. Her doctoral thesis involved a synthesis of general systems theory with Buddhist thinking. The publication Mutual Causality in Buddhism and General Systems Theory: The Dharma of Natural Systems looks like an interesting read.

Alright, back to work.

Deep Ecology

2007-10-20T17:38:00.000-04:00

Hello and welcome again to Justin's endless effort to procrastinate less interesting work in favor of the quest for insight!

My 21W.775 - Writing about Nature and Environmental Issues, is the first humanities class I've taken at MIT that is NOT a philosophy class. Believe me ladies and gentlemen, that I would have never ventured outside the lofty domains of Course 24 - Philosophy and Linguistics, is it hadn't been for the wretched "HASS-D" requirement of MIT, that requires that I explore at least 3 flavors of the same ice cream: Humanities, Arts, and Social Sciences.

What have I done to negotiate this forced exposure to other fields? Crafted the class into my own philosophy course of course! So far I've successfully been able to dictate my own philosophical-personal style of writing and have been received warmly. For an upcoming 10-12 page research paper, we've been asked to investigate some environmental issue of something relating to this area. My chosen topic is the Environmental Ethics of Zen Buddhism. Ha! Take that for forcing me to follow an assignment!

In my search for references, I actually came across a very good book by the name of "Zen Buddhism and Environmental Ethics" by Simon P. James. In my first pass of the book, I ran across this notion of "Deep Ecology" which asserts that our current environmental crisis cannot be solved by the application of more science and technology. Rather it requires a deep shift in western consciousness in how we view our place in nature. Apparently one of the first proponents of this idea was Lynn White a professor in Medieval History who in a 1967 issue of Science, wrote "The Historical Roots of Our Ecologic Crisis".

In White's essay I've found a interesting analysis of the psychological foundations for our current relationship with the environment. Upon first reading I became convinced that it was one of the direct influences on Daniel Quinn's amazing book Ishmael.

The underlying idea is that the roots of modern science lie inside a Christian world view, which focuses on Man's quest to dominate, understand and subvert nature. The closing of the class gap has put the need and desire for technology in touch with the higher pursuits of pure science. Like gasoline on a fire, we've exploded in capability and population as a result of this, and even though the concerns of over-population and the environment are relatively new ones, we've been sowing the seeds of our destruction for hundreds of years.

As a beginning we should try to clarify our thinking by looking, in some historical depth, at the presuppositions that underlie modern technology and science. Science was traditionally aristocratic, speculative, intellectual in intent; technology was lower-class, empirical, action-oriented. The quite sudden fusion of these two, towards the middle of the 19th century, is surely related to the slightly prior and contemporary democratic revolutions which, by reducing social barriers, tended to assert a functional unity of brain and hand. Our ecologic crisis is the product of an emerging, entirely novel, democratic culture. The issue is whether a democratized world can survive its own implications. Presumably we cannot unless we rethink our axioms.

One of the things which struck me about this excerpt is the striking resemblance of "brain and hand" with MIT's slogan "Mens et Manus" -- "Mind and Hand."

Especially in its Western form, Christianity is the most anthropocentric religion the world has seen. As early as the 2nd century both Tertullian and Saint Irenaeus of Lyons were insisting that when God shaped Adam he was foreshadowing the image of the incarnate Christ, the Second Adam. Man shares, in great measure, God's transcendence of nature. Christianity, in absolute contrast to ancient paganism and Asia's religions (except, perhaps, Zorastrianism), not only established a dualism of man and nature but also insisted that it is God's will that man exploit nature for his proper ends.

At the level of the common people this worked out in an interesting way. In Antiquity every tree, every spring, every stream, every hill had its own genius loci, its guardian spirit. These spirits were accessible to men, but were very unlike men; centaurs, fauns, and mermaids show their ambivalence. Before one cut a tree, mined a mountain, or dammed a brook, it was important to placate the spirit in charge of that particular situation, and to keep it placated. By destroying pagan animism, Christianity made it possible to exploit nature in a mood of indifference to the feelings of natural objects.

And some people wonder why I'm a pagan.

The Greeks believed that sin was intellectual blindness, and that salvation was found in illumination, orthodoxy--that is, clear thinking. The Latins, on the other hand, felt that sin was moral evil, and that salvation was to be found in right conduct. Eastern theology has been intellectualist. Western theology has been voluntarist. The Greek saint contemplates; the Western saint acts. The implications of Christianity for the conquest of nature would emerge more easily in the Western atmosphere.

I was not aware of this divide even within the church. I suppose it goes to show what an evolving, self-selecting entity religion can be. It also points to why it so hard to say matter-of-factly "I am Christian." What breed of Christian? What time and place of Christianity are you referring to? In many ways, I find the gnostic and early Christian ideas incredibly interesting. I might even say I'd believe in some of their ideas, but it seems frightening to me to then say that I am Christian.

But since God had made nature, nature also must reveal the divine mentality. The religious study of nature for the better understanding of God was known as natural theology. In the early Church, and always in the Greek East, nature was conceived primarily as a symbolic system through which God speaks to men: the ant is a sermon to sluggards; rising flames are the symbol of the soul's aspiration. The view of nature was essentially artistic rather than scientific.

Ditto. Then enters the big bad Latin West --

However, in the Latin West by the early 13th century natural theology was following a very different bent. It was ceasing to be the decoding of the physical symbols of God's communication with man and was becoming the effort to understand God's mind by discovering how his creation operates. The rainbow was no longer simply a symbol of hope first sent to Noah after the Deluge: Robert Grosseteste, Friar Roger Bacon, and Theodoric of Freiberg produced startlingly sophisticated work on the optics of the rainbow, but they did it as a venture in religious understanding. From the 13th century onward, up to and including Leibnitz and Newton, every major scientist, in effect, explained his motivations in religious terms. Indeed, if Galileo had not been so expert an amateur theologian he would have got into far less trouble: the professionals resented his intrusion. And Newton seems to have regarded himself more as a theologian than as a scientist. It was not until the late 18th century that the hypothesis of God became unnecessary to many scientists.

The hypothesis may now be unnecessary, but the view of conquest and understanding remains.

If so, then modern Western science was cast in a matrix of Christian theology.

Professor White, then brings us the bad news:

I personally doubt that disastrous ecologic backlash can be avoided simply by applying to our problems more science and more technology. Our science and technology have grown out of Christian attitudes toward man's relation to nature which are almost universally held not only by Christians and neo-Christians but also by those who fondly regard themselves as post-Christians. Despite Copernicus, all the cosmos rotates around our little globe. Despite Darwin, we are not, in our hearts, part of the natural process. We are superior to nature, contemptuous of it, willing to use it for our slightest whim.

I can only hope that he is wrong, and there are some indications that he is wrong. The environmental movement spurred by essays like this one have reached the shores of scientists and politicians and (some of us) are working fast to correct our poor steering of the past few centuries. The human mind has produced some incredible good and I am optimistic enough to think that we will develop some brilliant inventions to reduce our impact on this world and stabilize our place on this little blue marble.

I have no doubt that life on Earth will survive until our solar system suffers from a cold death in a few billion years, it is only a question of whether or not humans will outlast the next few centuries.

What I envision is a scientific-enlightened citizenry that adopts some of the more buddhist and animist ways of thinking, in an effort to live in harmony with other life on Earth. By wedding mind and hand, we did more than we knew better to do, but our consciousness is catching up with our capabilities and I can only hope that a wedding of mind and spirit will be able right the wrongs of the past.

R&R After a Week of Hell

2007-10-09T08:03:00.000-04:00

I have to confess it. This past week was one of the most grueling, exhausting, and all around depressing weeks I've ever experienced as an undergraduate. One of those weeks where you say to yourself before hand, this is going to be one of the most preposterous weeks you'll ever experience and somehow when you're actually in the middle of it, you forget those words of caution that you gave yourself. There were times when I felt like my hopes and ambitions to become a mathematician were crumbling down around me and that I was going to have to give it all up and figure out something else to do. When the going was at its toughest, perspective was just something I couldn't have.

I'm recovering from that slump, and most of it can be attributed to having a 4-day weekend and spending my first day in a long time where I did absolutely NO work. A truly amazing feeling, I almost forgot what it was like. So what did I do with my day of rest and relaxation you might ask? I took pictures of course!

The MIT Museum has recently had a "Grand Re-Opening" and introduced several new exhibits including several technical toys from the personal collection of Claude Shannon, information theorist extraordinaire.

The kinematic sculptures of Arthur Ganson was a usual treat. The photo above is of a rather haunting piece named "Alone" where the complex gear network below causes the figurine to slowly move away (or towards) the edge.

The arm above, known as "Minsky Arm," was the second arm developed by Marvin Minsky and Seymour Papert in a several year project to develop a computer which could see and interact with objects independent of human control. The amount of humanity which was instilled in its craftsmanship, is truly amazing. The relaxed state of the arm feels graceful and beautiful to me, as if I were admiring some fresco in the Vatican.

The self-oiling sculpture is one of my favorites of Ganson's. This machine is able to maintain itself, feed itself oil, it features of the complex self-referential process of homeostasis that distinguishes living things from the normally robotic.

This push cart seems to be an incredible satire on the constant rush and desire to get ahead and today's materialistic capitalist world. It is built like a heavy-duty baby carriage (or "pram" for you British) that writes out a message on a piece of paper as you push it. On closer inspection (below) the message is the instruction "faster!" This is just another example of the sort of recursive self-creating art that I've grown to appreciate.

Upon disembarking from the MIT Museum, I felt my photo-taking hunger was not satisfied. I then remembered this crazy house on Brookline that I've been meaning to document for several months now.

The house is this wonderfully strange purple reminder of "cosmic consciousness" and the sort of playful insight gained and distributed by the "Beautiful People" of the 60s and 70s. This island in Cambridge remains. The slideshow above will give you a feel for the house, but I was very careful to document the whole fence and have uploaded the original size. Feel free to zoom in on the photos in my picasaweb and examine the detailed sayings on the fence. Please be patient as each photo is nearly 5mb in size, but the tapestry of this fence's wisdom is worth the wait. Some of my favorite nuggets are: "Serious Governments always fail", "The Cosmic Goose", "use of paraphenomenal abilities is a normal capacity among all advanced Galactic Civilizations, but Hyperspace is the frosting on the cake", "Twosday is Primeval, the egg is weavel", "competition Vs. Producing things which are cosmically beautiful", "generally speaking disorderly terrain reflects the truest Reality", the list just goes on. But what is this house? I don't know. It claims to be the "Center for Intergalactic Fragmentational Revurberations", but when I told my parents that I was applying there for graduate school they seemed suspicious. Perhaps the "National Defense Center Against Leaders: you're in charge" would be more pleasing to their palate, I think not.

Leaving the house of "Cosmic Structure" behind, I had to refuel. So coffee and pastries were in order. This gorgeous middle eastern restaurant and hooka bar, certainly filled the bill.

I did a random walk through west Cambridge before ending up in Harvard Square, where the alcohol-free, Puritanical verson of Oktoberfest was being held. Aside from my encounter with a giant bunny rabbit in a suit, the event was pretty tame.

Perhaps it was the non-alcoholic beer I had, or some suspect sausage, everything started to take on funny colors, so I decided to head home. Fortunately, heading home, my camera agreed with my altered state. At least it made for beautiful pictures. I hope you enjoy my subjective take on reality!

A (Photographic) Day in the Life

2007-09-24T08:36:00.000-04:00

The Day is gone and I have a tale to tell, of a three day weekend from a week of hell!

Like any good morning it started with seeing Sasha through fresh eyes as we both woke up early to jump start the day.

Of course there is no better way to kick start one's day than with a nice big breakfast at Sunny's Diner.

Once I had ate my fair share of delicious dark rye toast, over hard eggs with hot sauce and sausage, I made my way to my task for the day: Psychology lab studies. Yes my friend, I was selling myself for 6.5 hours that day for $100 and pizza so that the people at the big blue building in the sky could pick my brain and collect their data. I really should have been working, but $100 and free pizza was hard to dismiss.

I was running late for the "prompt 10am start" of the study, but I had to pause and enjoy the sight of the Stata and its crumpled colorful glory.

Oh Stata! What will your slanted confusion deliver us?! What genius lurks in your fantastic folds?!

Alas! My moment of genuflection had gone on too long. I entered the mouth of Stata's baby brother across the way: Building 46.

Once inside the monster's mouth, I was grabbed by men in white coats and subjected to horrors untellable to any decent person. Transcribing minute sound clips into their phonetic spellings for nearly 5 hours is enough for any man to lose his mind, but I am an MIT student! And with my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder Powers I foiled my assailants and took pleasure in the painstaking detail of my task! Take that you formidable foes of psychoacoustics! Now where's my $100?

"That'll be sent to you in the next 4 to 6 weeks."

Damn you bureaucracy and your molasses-like speed and methods! I'll get you one day!

Finally released from my captors with a few extra pieces attached and some other ones missing, I paused to contemplate Frank Gehry's own obvious product of hallucination and I began to wonder what Ken Kesey government funded psychiatric hospital he frequented to pay his way through grad school.

But wait! Before I bade goodbye to the building in the sky I had to document my surroundings. They say this atrium was designed to promote interaction of psychologists, cognitive scientists, and neuroscientists. As you can see, it was very popular on this Sunday afternoon.

Approaching the windows to the left, I gazed out over the train tracks that split the building in two. Everyone thought it was such a clever idea to build over the train tracks. That's right! Don't box me in! I'll build whatever I want, wherever I want! Now I hear that the rumbling of the passing trains is trashing the results of the very delicate MRI equipment located in some of the labs here. Oh well...

Good bye great atrium! I wish you Godspeed in your facilitation of interaction in the Revolution of Brain and Cognitive Science sure to come!

On my way out I caught a glance of the main sign warning off invaders. I thought the piece of art to the right was telling: "Welcome to the Brain and Cognitive Sciences Department, If you have loose wires in your head, you've found the right place!"

The study's effects were wearing on me. I had to make a quick duck through MIT to find coffee. Time was running out! I needed caffeine!!!!

Damn it! Something interesting was on a light post as I attempted to rush by in the pursuit of that dark liqueur of life. Chromosome Two?!?! Ahhh... The Genome Trail! Like its own Oregon Trail, there is gold in these rivers of biotechnology waiting to be panned. Let's all rush to the frontier!

After locating an Au Bon Pain and injecting iced coffee directly into my veins, I sat in the afterglow of the moment, admiring the sunny dance of colors in Cambridge's Kendall Square.

Now that I was rejuvenated I could explore! Wandering towards Boston-side, I happened upon an old friend of mine named "Galaxy". Ah, the wonderful conversations I've had by this fountain! Thank you fountain, but I must be on my way!

I began to cross Longfellow bridge in eager anticipation of the wonderful sights in the middle of its mighty span. Rusted green decor of European persuasion, guide me to your center!

The sights are too beautiful and too numerous. I must take pictures! Boats! Water! Boston! How I love thee!

I kept snapping photo upon photo. Aha! Take that world, as I steal your beauty with my lens! I continued to rush to the center of the bridge and finally framed what was to be the photo of the day. "Change Battery Pack" greeted me on the large LCD and I started to cry. Damn you Lithium Ion batteries! If only I had brought my battery grip! Sigh...

I quickly counseled myself, because I knew I had friends waiting for me at home (and new batteries). Hello Emerson dear! Good Evening, Hatcher Honey! Did the toilet paper keep you warm while I was gone? Hatcher, did you drink the rest of my coke?!?

The sun was setting and I decided that my camera could capture drapery better than I could draw.

Oh glorious, industrial Cambridge! Your sunsets mock the apocalyptic skies of Hiroshima!

If only your crime rate weren't so high and your construction so loud...

My day was done and bed awaited my tired body and probed mind. But before I embarked on that evening's study of oneirology (the study of dreams), I had to prepare for my night with a little bedtime story. I began to read immediately "Once upon a time there was a CW complex that...", but my eyes became heavy and there was no more story to tell of the three day weekend from a week of hell.

First Day Rebel

2007-09-20T19:33:00.000-04:00

My Digital SLR the Canon Rebel XTi came finally! I really feel like the power in my hands outstretches my capability. But I look forward to learning! Check out my first day highlights. They are largely full auto, but I look forward to playing with the full features very soon!

Emerson and the American Transcedentalist

2007-09-20T09:04:00.000-04:00

As part of my coursework in 21W.775 (Writing about Nature and Environmental Issues), we've started reading Ralph Waldo Emerson's first serious work "Nature." Upon reading the first half, I'm completely blown away at the ideas that Emerson was turned onto way back in 1836. I quote:

"Whenever a true theory appears, it will be its own evidence. Its test is, that it will explain all phenomena" (P. 3)

ALL PHENOMENA?!?!?!?

So maybe he's reaching a little bit there, and really can't hope for such lofty goals. Does Emerson tuck his tail between his legs and step down a few layers of transcendental abstraction? Hardly...

"Standing on the bare ground -- my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space -- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God." (p. 6)

I became a transparent eyeball... At this point of reading the essay, I was expecting Allen Ginsburg and Ram Dass to come skipping over the hillsides to join Emerson, chanting "Hare Krishna, Hare, Hare..." while The Grateful Dead and Jefferson Airplane are helping Thoreau outfit his cabin with the latest and greatest stroboscopic lights and audio feedback effects.

But seriously, Emerson seems totally turned onto a whole way of thinking, that seems culturally disconnected from him. At times his musings seem almost painfully and obviously Buddhist in nature.

"Who looks upon a river in a meditative hour and is not reminded of the flux of all things?" (p. 14)

The answer, Emerson buddy pal, is pretty much the majority of Western Civilization isn't reminded of the impermanence of all things. At times when reading Emerson, I find it hard to believe that this is a guy in Massachusetts and not some ambitious American monk taking up sanctuary in a Tibetan monastery.

The number of jewels of insight that Emerson packs into this sub 40 page essay truly is remarkable. I leave you with these few morsels, because otherwise I'd be quoting verbatim the entire work. The number of ideas that Emerson and his Transcendental Club seem tuned into a full 130 years before the counter-culture movement of the 1960s is suggestive that there is a rich tradition to be explored here. That sense of longing that so many of us Western spiritual children of the East have by being misplaced physically in this wide world is quelled when we find a great grandfather of American literature spiritually and physically close to home.

Royksopp - "Remind Me"

2007-09-18T08:09:00.000-04:00

So this music video has infected my brain.

Sometimes I really hate being the victim of internet memes, but then again our internet has enabled small jewels of high quality to become easily identified and popularized. It makes me wonder how this has impacted business and the ability for the "little guy" just to speak out.

The advent and use of the internet has also enabled things like this blog to actually come to life. I had thought several years ago that it would be nice for there to just be an open online forum for discussion for my family and friends to post on and read each other's thoughts. This could offer glimpses into each of our own personal worlds and thus we can get to know each other in ways that normally wouldn't have been possible. Normal interaction has its pluses: Visual eye contact, body language, tone, mood, etc. Whole worlds of emotions are hidden in the text-based communication of the online world, and often this leads to misunderstanding, i.e. flamewars. However, that degree of impersonality and chance to actually just write for whoever wants to read, in many ways allows your loved ones to observe you externally.

I'd like to dub this the "Relationship-Schrodinger's-Cat-in-a-box" paradox. When we interact with people in a face-to-face manner, we learn to exaggerate certain aspects of our selves and suppress others. We cultivate separate images of ourselves for separate friends and groups of friends. Pretty much everyone does this. When guys are out to a pub with just the guys we can almost become more crude then we'd like to think of ourselves normally. Machismo and all those little bits of our person-hood come rushing to the surface. In new social situations, some of us dry up waiting for someone else to crack the ice, or some of us become the group jester, to help break the awkward silence. The bottom line is that we have these constants, these eigenstates of personality that certain people always observe us in.

The fascination that I have with my blogging experience is that there is this rare opportunity for different people to tune in and look inside this box of personality you've created. Weird things happen. Your parents can see you in a superposition of personalities which are both known and unknown. Certain friends can observe you talking about things which you may have never normally discussed with them. In some ways this may create stress, stress to keep your personal eigenstates separate for separate people, but I welcome the superposition. May it be insightful for everyone!

Structure and Geometry Govern Interaction

2007-09-14T01:22:00.000-04:00

After the long awaited reunion with my good friend Matt, I was truly amazed to hear the changes in thinking and creative ideas he's explored in the last year.

The one idea which I want to highlight is how space affects people's interactions and their political, economic, and social tendencies. The main thrust of the argument is that in large city design where there is a high degree of connectivity and interaction between people, the favored way of political thinking is liberal not by self-selection and income bracket, but rather interaction with people makes liberal people. Suburbs and sections of sprawl, where everyone has to drive everywhere, and little or no interaction with other people actually occurs, tends to promote conservative thinking.

The thrust of Matt's argument comes from using Orange County as a case study of intentional urban planning of conservatism. As you may or may not know (wiki it), Orange County is a very conservative section of California that routinely votes Republican. Apparently in the 60s or 70s, there was a pushing front of liberal culture in all the areas surrounding Orange County. In an effort to rebuff their influence, city planners actually designed large sections of Orange County to have classic suburban sprawl as a design, where interconnectivity and the chance for encountering other people is intentionally low. In doing so, the structure of the space of Orange County has created a safe haven and virtual breeding ground for conservative thinking. Although I haven't found specific evidence for this claim, I've heard it said that actual minutes of the meetings of the city planners captures this intention to design cities to be conservative.

This idea I find completely striking. It is not the case of classism, where the rich are more conservative and thus live in large suburban mansions with their personal golf course in the back yard, but rather that well-off people are being conditioned into conservative ideals by their lack of interaction with people. This idea makes sense, as there are tons of wealthy people living in cities (Who else can live in those million dollar brownstones in Boston?) but they happen to be more liberal in tendency.

The Congress for the New Urbanism documents these ideas much better then I'm doing here. Their Charter, makes some interesting points and does a better job of fleshing out the complexity of the issues involved. In addition to the political tendencies that cities engender, by optimizing already developed areas, we can reduce our impact on the environment. This has been already realized by many European cities in the form of Green Belt Policies. I was amazed at how Europe has 10 times the population density of the US and yet there is so much green area. I spread these memes in passing, and turn again to some of my own thoughts.

Matt and I have been considering how this "space affecting interaction affecting people" idea is manifest on even the smaller level of living communities at MIT. In particular it seems striking to me that the reason why East Campus is particularly liberal is not because some how a large group of liberal, progressive, hippy MIT undergrads managed to get lotteried into the dorm and the culture just snowballed, but rather the actual architecture of the dorm has created such an environment. In particular the long connected hallways provides immediate line-of-sight to anyone who might else be out in the hall hanging out. Seeing people milling outside their room provides a nucleation site for interaction and suddenly people are talking and socializing and sharing ideas and expanding each other's minds. This is to be contrasted with Simmons, which has each long floor divided arbitrarily into towers so that in order to get from point A to point B, one has to really do some work in navigating different floors quickly so that one can get inside one's room and hunker down for the night. The only chance for interaction is maybe the elevators, which is often stifling, awkward, non-committal and brief. In fact it is interesting how each of the major MIT dormitories has an architecture which is conducive to the type of people which live there. Granted there is a process of selection on the part of the student, but for formation of these cultures they really are governed by the structure of the space.

This brings me nicely to one of my favorite living groups to visit, tEp. As Matt correctly points out the structure of the spaces for interaction in tEp really are conducive to certain activities and sometimes the disorientation caused by the frequent, bizarre happenings, is just what is needed to stretching ones consciousness and tolerance.

The effect now seems pretty self-evident. Interaction with people on a frequent basis, implies a wider exposure to opinion, culture, beliefs, and backgrounds. The necessity of sharing a common space and living area encourages tolerance in all of these dimensions. Tolerance often is the seed to open-thinking about various subjects and policies and consequently, dis-attachment from dogma, conservative values and general narrow thinking.

Of course an already existent inclination towards liberal thinking, has also promoted the growth of communes, but it is interesting to see the causality go the other way.

Math and Physics, Again....

2007-09-13T13:34:00.000-04:00

My Philosophy of Quantum Mechanics class (24.111) is making me think of things again, which I learned to give up thinking about. It's this whole issue of taking as postulates that which we observe and then figuring out the mathematics from that.

I mean, this really bothers me and in a lot of ways, instead of sympathizing with the physicist, I've become more hard-lined as a mathematician. I often find myself asking the question "Why are the eigenvectors and eigenvalues of a certain operator the only possibly observed states?" Often the response from my physicist friends is "That's just a question you don't ask in Quantum Mechanics." So that response, really bothers me. The second someone says "You can't ask that question," when apparently the question is well-formed, that is a quick line to raising my ire.

The other response I often get is "That's the way things have to be so that we can accurately model the observed data." This I suppose is what gets at the heart of the difference of the mathematician and the physicist. One views the sense-data as the starting point for inferential reasoning, the other only starts with well-defined things and checks periodically (or doesn't check at all) if it happens to match sense-data. It really is the ultimate clash between the bottom-up versus top-down approach, and which direction you prefer to go ultimately determines which camp you belong to. For me, sense-data stresses me out. It's confusing. You have to average things, because systems are often so complicated and have so many confounding variables, that you have to ignore the non-linearities of pretty much everything before you can actually say something about the "real world." By then, you're not talking about the real world, you're talking about some idealization of the real world which exists in platonic space and by then you should be doing mathematics and just burn the bridge that supposedly connects you to the real world.

Additionally, I'm a philosopher. I was fed skepticism for breakfast ever since I was a child. I'll never forget auditing my Dad's Philosophy 101 class at James Madison University when I was in middle school and first learning about Descartes and his meditations. The rational skepticism and inability to tell sleeping states from waking states fundamentally shook my faith in sense-data. Sure the electrons always split into "spin-up" and "spin-down" states when past through an inhomogeneous magnetic field, but I could just be dreaming and then what? I think always having that uncertainty that I might devote my life to understanding and explaining sense-data and then wake up into a parallel universe, where I find out my entire life was just some strange dream in some strange universe with strange physics, really undermines the feeling of value and worth in taking that path as a profession.

This brings me to the path which I have taken: the top-down approach. With this approach, at the end of the day, you really don't care too much if the structures you've built match what is "out there" because they're your structures and they are intrinsically beautiful,
independent of their relevance to the "outside world."

However you should do what you enjoy the most. If you are actively squirting dopamine and serotonin by thinking about the path of a charged, spinning particle, passing through an inhomogeneous magnetic field, great. More power to you. When you die or wake up into that alternate universe, and find out that everything is different from what you thought it won't matter, because you enjoyed your life, and that is all that matters. So find out what you like and if its not math or physics, its bound to be something else, and if it is washing dishes so that you can spend your evenings partying like a rockstar, that's cool too. If its raising funds to feed hungry babies in Africa, that's also great. As long as your dopamine levels are high and this very moment you are glad to be experience something rather than nothing, you're living the good life. I realize the logic is backwards, but if I could've convinced myself that physics is worth doing, then I would enjoy doing it and would be happy devoting my life to it even it turned out to be a farce. Instead, my skepticism about the meaning of my activities, has led me to take a different path, but I'm enjoying the path and the sights it has to show me are truly breathtaking.

However the things which really bug me is when our beautiful mathematical structures do find their place in the "real world." It makes you wonder if this is the case because our mathematics shapes the way we can think about things, and thus the bias lies in the observer and not the observed, or it could be there is some weird underlying fabric of reality that is mathematical and does reside in some Platonic world of ideas, and our eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and tongue are just the biological interface for this digital graphing of mathematics into our minds.

So I'm left with a goal: To master all the mathematics in Roger Penrose's The Road to Reality and see if really does lead me there. The journey will certainly take a while, but I'm up for the ride.

Still Breathing...

2007-09-12T00:48:00.000-04:00

So the term is underway and I seem to be managing everything OK. Although Prof. Melrose is a fantastic lecturer, I'm dropping 18.102. Funky Analysis will have to wait its turn. This was inspired by my decision to register for, and do the problem sets for 18.905 (Graduate Level Algebraic Topology). This has made life interesting and honestly it is my most interesting and stimulating class. So I'm taking 6 classes for credit, which is something I've never done before. I might actually make it through the semester, studying for GREs and applying to grad schools alive.

To be perfectly fair, my schedule isn't that crazy, as I'm doing a double dose of Algebraic Topology (18.904 & 18.905), and having the overlap makes me feel like I'm really just working on one really intense class instead of two. Furthermore, all my lecturers are really good and 18.701 (Abstract Algebra I) and 18.101 (Analysis on Manifolds) are welcome review of my Cambridge courses last year. This is a nice change of pace as I feel like doing an intense year of Cambridge maths, puts me on the giving rather than the receiving end of MIT.

21W.775 (Writing about Nature and the Environment) is proving to be a lot of reading and writing, but man, it is hard to complain when the assignments are naturalist essays like the work of Lewis Thomas. Reading for this class has really proved itself to be a nice break rather than another assignment. I guess it just replaces my leisure reading for the semester, but who can complain? It still amazes me that for some people this stuff IS their major and for them it IS WORK. I suppose this really feeds into the philosophy of education, but when I find myself procrastinating by reading Dante, I imagine what my academic life would be like if my work consisted of just reading and appreciating fine literature. Phew!

I don't mean to sound arrogant. Often classics programs at universities are ridiculously difficult just by design. Instead of spending hours thinking and doing mathematics, some people toil away picking out tone and mood changes in a 200 page book of poems every night. Let's be honest, universities like Cambridge, Oxford, Harvard, MIT, and so on, could make basket-weaving the most difficult and intense course you've ever taken. It really makes one wonder: To what end?

This brings me to an interesting editorial I recently read in The Tech. It argues simply that life is hard and MIT is purposely difficult to help prepare you for life. I suppose that I'd forgotten about how getting knocked down to just get up again "helps build good character." On a humorous note, I laughed at the observation, of how only at MIT can you get into a fully packed elevator and yet everyone manages to avoid eye contact. I suppose the MIT's #3 ranking for "best undergraduate experience" was well earned the year I applied for admission.

Well, I'm out of breath and a whole world of dreams awaits my slumber.

Fall 2007 Course Selection

2007-09-01T16:30:00.000-04:00

Alright! Enough! Here it is: My Fall Course Selection.

For Credit:
18.101 - Analysis on Manifolds
18.701 - Algebra I
18.904 - Seminar in Topology
24.111 - Philosophy of Quantum Mechanics
21W.775 - Writing about Nature and Environmental Issues

For Listening Fun:
18.102 - Introduction to Functional Analysis
18.905 - Algebraic Topology

Classification Theorem for Compact Surfaces

2007-09-01T16:13:00.000-04:00

So this was actually the "Theorem of the Day" about a month ago, but allow me my delayed public display of math wanking. Get use to it, because at Cambridge I was surrounded with mathematicians and these urges were often released in more...err...natural, consensual ways. Now back on the other side of the puddle, surrounded by engineers, I have to release my math juices all over this wonderful interweb. Taken from W.S. Massey's Algebraic Topology: An Introduction (GTM 56). Only a taste of things to come in 18.904 - Seminar in Topology.

Theorem 5.1 Any compact surface is either homeomorphic to a sphere, or to a connected sum of tori, or to a connected sum of projective planes.

Ahh Man... So pretty. Spend some time in projective space and you might never want to come back to your drab everyday world.

Quantum Mechanics and Experience

2007-09-01T14:51:00.000-04:00

One of the classes I'll be taking this semester is 24.111 - Philosophy of Quantum Mechanics. Today I just bought the required text, Quantum Mechanics and Experience by David Z. Albert. The book looks pretty good, with a solid layman introduction to the foundational principles of quantum mechanics.

My dance with Quantum Mechanics (QM) has been a really interesting one. Prior to my coursework this past year at Cambridge, I objected to the conclusions of quantum mechanics advertised in popular science books because it ran against my mental model of the universe. My struggles with the conceptual foundations of QM were very much in the same vein as Einstein's critique of the theory. The idea that probability has a real existent status deeply troubled me. Always before, probability was a description of averages and distributions. A coin toss -- the idol of probability -- was still fundamentally governed by Newton's Laws, the forces in the room, the initial configuration of the coin in your hand, the torque, the impulse of your thumb on the coin, the chaotic turbulence of the air molecules in the room, the list goes on but all the initial configurations and momenta could theoretically be specified and then the entire motion could be simulated as the solution of a large system of nonlinear ordinary differential equations (ODEs) -- Laplace's Demon all over again. But QM is a whole different bag of nuts... Instead of solving specifically for things like position and momentum and energy, you have state vectors, and your eigenfunctions of these operators form the basis of an infinite-dimensional space known as Hilbert space. What's new about all of this is that our description of a particle is described by the time evolution of the coefficients of each of these eigenfunctions. Now we can't perceive this superposition, but rather -- and this is the really crazy bit of the whole theory -- only the eigenfunctions can be measured. So our particle is like a point wandering around in infinite dimensional Hilbert space when no one is looking. It's like Mr. Observer finally shines his flashlight in the car window and asks "Hey!?! What are you kids doing?!?" and our couple is always caught in any one of these (usually an infinite number of) compromising positions, but they're never caught scrambling to put clothes on or in a acrobatic transition or superposition of pages of the Kama Quantum Sutra.

So it will be interesting to see what insights 24.111 will bring, and complemented with 18.102 - Introduction to Functional Analysis, this should be a tantalizing semester spent exploring Hilbert space!

PKD Defines Reality

2007-09-01T14:37:00.000-04:00

Part of my inspiration to start blogging was to capture daily whims. Everything from "Song of the Day" to "Quote of the Day" to the more idiosyncratic "Theorem of the Day". So here it goes:

Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away. -- Philip K. Dick

'nuff said.

Rudie Can't Fail -- The Clash

2007-08-31T22:32:00.000-04:00

You know how sometimes a song seems to narrate your day? Well the Grosse Pointe Blank soundtrack really delivered today. I banged out my Marshall application with a really good feeling. Life is definitely good.

Getting some cash for my birthday and I'm seriously considering going wild and buying a digital SLR. Unfortunately, one of the incredible deals I came across appears to have disappeared. So now things are getting expensive, and I wonder if I should just stay within my means. One part of me cries out Thoreau's maxim "Simplify, Simplify!" But family members and an other part of me considers a good camera to be an investment in art, a chance to create physical instantiations of my internal appreciation of the beauty that surrounds us.

I think I'll meditate on this one.

Anamnesis: PKD and Plato

2007-08-31T00:35:00.000-04:00

So today I decided to treat myself to a new book: The Shifting Realities of Philip K. Dick: Selected Literary and Philosophical Writings

I've always enjoyed the thoughts of PKD and this appears to be an excellent compilation of his philosophical corpus. In August 2006, I read A Scanner Darkly and Valis in rapid succession. At times, I found myself getting really wrapped up and carried away with the ideas in Valis. I became intrigued with the idea that there is some sort of secret knowledge to be attained and that the attainment of said knowledge could lead to the transcendence of the current level of reality.

Of course as a rational thinker, when making a coherent mental model of reality I can't completely ignore sense-data. However, as a mathematician I also feel that there are structures that are in some sense more fundamentally real then the things which I perceive with my five senses. When comparing the statements

Snow is white.
Over the ring of integers, 1+1=2.

one seems to be a directly contingent truth (potentially different in other possible worlds), while the other is tautologically true given the definitions, axioms and rules for inference. Certainly a formal system has a sort of self-contingent truth status that stands upon legs that are summoned seemingly out of nowhere, but mathematicians don't like to just invent symbols and rules of manipulation for shits and giggles, rather there is a genuine attempt to intuit structure that is "out there" and formulate this structure into a rigorous mental model.

Although mathematicians are careful creatures -- when pressed they will fall back into a more conservative outlook on the ontological status of mathematics -- when we are not observed, we tend to really believe in the Platonist outlook -- that there is a realm of fundamental forms that exists on a different level from our material universe and that the interplay between these worlds is as beautiful and intriguing as we could possibly hope for.

This leads me finally to the key word in the title of this post: Anamnesis. Lawrence Sutin describes it as "the recollection of the archetypal realm of Ideas of Plato" and he hits the nail on the head. He uses it to describe what is for PKD ideally the case, with the other option being that people like Plato, Hermes Trismegistus, The Gnostics, PKD and a lot of mathematicians (maybe not all at once) are all totally wacked out bouncing-bananas-in-straight-jackets crazy.

Testing the Waters...

2007-08-31T00:00:00.000-04:00

I have finally decided to try the blogging experience. Motivated by my friend Curran, I've decided to expose myself to the world in an almost frightening way. So what do I see as the future and purpose of this blog? To report on daily events? Hardly. To dump my photos for friends and family to see and span the gap in this increasingly impersonal world? Almost certainly.

Ultimately, I just want to spread open my own little canvas to the world. Ideally this will open a fissure to help blow off the constant buildup of thoughts and speculations that too often don't get vented. As a child I use to pen entire subjective worlds, setting up my own imaginative premises and following their inevitable logical implcations. Although I think I secretly desired my words to be read, I couldn't bare the possibly scrutiny of my contemporaries. Perhaps published posthumously, protected by the barrier of death would my memes be absorbed and distributed among people -- my soul a dandelion dispersed by the mighty wind of some future publishing company!

But alas! The internet revolution is here and my port key into other minds is as simple as a click of the button! So let the stream of consciousness begin! Whether a trickle or a torrent of thought at least I can say I've added a drop to this great ocean that is collective consciousness!