Posted by
Philip Mella on Monday, April 26, 2010 3:08:37 PM
Our inherent proximity of self creates a special burden for inquiry into absolutes because it has no apparent epistemic backstop. Not unlike a military battle of incremental attrition, it often seems the further we progress on the knowledge continuum, the less we know. That recalls some verses from John Donne’s tenth Elegy, The Dream, which is a kind of cerebral celebration of the facility of human fantasy and its ability to elevate us beyond the prosaic world our senses provide:
Honours oppress weak spirits, and our sense
Strong objects dull; the more, the less we see…
So, if I dream I have you, I have you,
For all our joys are but fantastical;
And so I 'scape the pain, for pain is true;
And sleep, which locks up sense, doth lock out all.
Although Donne’s subject was the power of poetry and imagery to bridge the forlorn pain of a distant lover, it provides the predicate necessary to draw the distinction between the inner world we fashion of our own design and the exterior world which, we fancy, has an objective, if ineffable foundation.
Another apt illustration helps widen our intellectual proscenium as well as populate this interior stage. To wit, an excerpt from Robert Frost’s poem, Tree at my Window, which describes, in a similarly inventive vein as Donne’s, the dichotomy between our inner and outer worlds:
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.
The poet’s use of sleep—that primal, somewhat chaotic world—as a trope illustrative of the mortal desire to seek refuge from an antagonistic world, highlights, in contrast, the conflict of our wakeful conscience. There, we’re presented with a sea of troubles and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. Yet it’s also the place where the more active and manifest “weather” which Frost references invites us to participate in its creation, and, perchance, to dream. But our destination is not that which preoccupied Shakespeare in Hamlet’s soliloquy concerning the “undiscovered country”—i.e., death.
Rather, the focus here is that juncture once removed from sleep, where the dim consciousness of the world is first grasped, where uncoalesced volition, the precursor of the will, provides the best hope of transforming Frost’s innate, primordial “weather” into something that exploits imagination and pre-conscious faith, with the goal of bridging our proximity to God.
The question, the one that has occupied these columns, is whether the human agency responsible for designing the interior world in accordance with the God of Christianity, is capable of divining the ultimate causation and symmetry hidden in the shadowy architecture of particle physics.
Paradoxically, Holy Scripture may hold the key to transporting us from the mundane world of our senses to a place where the self nearly ceases to exist:
"Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will" (Romans 12:2).
If we’re to abjure the “pattern of this world” and move from our will to that of God’s, we must aspire to an alternate pattern of the world—and the universe. However, the journey demands that we cast off the preconceptions and common constructs that inhabit—some would say hobble—our minds:
"You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds" (Ephesians 4:22-23).
The morally salutary—and sanitizing—effects of abandoning the self in favor of a more elevated interior world, one whose goal is a kind of hegemony of the senses, is the perfect corollary to our entrance into the abstruse world of Gauge Theory. Bruce A. Schumm opens his eighth chapter of Deep Down Things: The Breathtaking Beauty of Particle Physics, with a description of this theory:
"It is through gauge theory that science makes its greatest inroads towards the reduction of the full spectrum of physical behavior into a single inevitable underlying principle of causation."
But whether it’s the remaking of the mind into something more advanced or parsing the physical world’s “behavior” to isolate the “underlying principle of causation,” it will require a fundamental shift in our understanding of ourselves and the world we inhabit. Later, in the same chapter, Schumm describes such a reconfiguring:
"The ancients looked about them, beholding a world of such myriad complexity that it could only be attributed to the machinations of a large set of capricious and quarrelsome gods. Today, after millennia of lurching advancement, we now describe the full representation of the primary causative element in the world—electromagnetism—in terms of this single inexorable property of the wavelike nature of matter."
Since our understanding of physics, be it electromagnetism, gravity, the strong force, or the weak force, demands a rigorous discipline, the same must be said of any effort to reorder the dream-like state of our conscious world where a kind of anarchy of the moment prevails. The stark possibility of achieving a more intellectually tactile understanding of God, and a more faithful rendering of our physical world through revelations in particle physics, with the goal of melding the two, is, to exercise a measure of restraint, a positively breathtaking prospect.
The vigilant skepticism that is genetically wired into our DNA can only be suspended by reference to the imagination, which is an equal opportunity force in our lives, if we but have the curiosity, or, in the case of mystics and poets, the desperation to invoke it. To illustrate, we turn to William Blake, whose poems and illustrations create possibilities limited only by our own mind-forged manacles. One of his less well-known poems, The Fly, is the perfect experiment to take us there:
Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
In contemplating his deft exchange of identities between man and fly we could ungenerously call it an inadvertent encroachment into an alternate universe, but clearly Blake is on to something here. Indeed, the title of the chapter in Schumm’s book noted above is “Physics by Pure Thought” [emphasis added], which implies a level of purity tantamount to an absolute. Inherent in that is the supposition that human thought, properly configured, has the potential to discover ultimate truths. Push that trope just a bit further and we’re in the realm of God-like perfection.
The essence of Catholic teaching is the nullification of the self to achieve a purity of purpose, transforming sacrifice and suffering into something approaching a salvific reward—eternal life with God. But whether it’s religion or science, it’s the same blueprint of thought reduced to the equivalent of the sub-atomic level, erasing the self through a conscious act of the will to discover an ultimate truth.