[Platt]
> Right. But other than "Lila" I have yet to see a
break from the 
> SOM-based scientific worldview intellect. Have you?
I'm also looking > for the intellect that unites
science and the humanities, the practical > with the
beautiful.  Any suggestions?


Platt I pulled this quote from you, from another
thread as follows:

     "> [Platt] 
> Also the physicist Erwin Schroedinger who said, "The
external world > and consciousness are one and the
same thing."

     That's one suggestion you found yourself.  Here's
another from a 1998 Nobel Prize winner in physics as
follows (parenthesis are my inserts):

     "In passing into the Age of Emergence (thus,
leaving the Age of Reductionism) we learn to accept
common sense, leave behind the practice of
trivializing the organizational wonders of nature, and
accept that organization is important in and of
itself-in some cases even the most important thing. 
The laws of quantum mechanics, the laws of chemistry,
the laws of metabolism, and the laws of bunnies
running away from foxes in the courtyards of my
university all descend from each other, but the last
set are the laws that count, in the end, for the
bunny.
     The same is true for us.  Those who refuse to see
reason are invited to go with me into the high country
(interesting use of words here) in July, where there
is not such an urgent need for quantum mechanics and
elementary particles.  It will not be so difficult. 
We will rise early on a chilly morning and light my
butane stove for cocoa.  No bears have come in the
night, fortunately, but the reason is not our clever
suspension of the food but the intelligence of the
bears, who know enough to go down to the big
campgrounds where the people are.  We sit on cold
granite admiring the sizes and shapes of flashing
flecks of mica, sipping excessively hot chocolate and
watching the gold sunlight paint the tips of peaks and
slowly descend.  A small steam burbles through the
chinquapin a few feet away, keeping us company, as it
did throughout the night.  Grey stones lie all about
in shadow on granite slabs or bare earth, covered in
some places with matted pine needles.  Everyone else
is still asleep.  The cold downhill canyon wind blows
for a while and then dies away in preparation for its
morning reversal.  The sunlight reaches down to light
up the nearby trunks one by one and finally floods the
ground, eliciting muffled complaints from previously
sleeping people who now understand that they will
roast if they remain in those bags.  Complaints give
way to clomping of boots, clanging of aluminum posts,
and unfocused conversation about who actually won the
card game, whose job it is to cook the oatmeal, and
who mislaid the toilet paper.  Organizational activity
then magically takes place in which the frowzy slowly
transform into the clean and purposeful, paraphernalia
slowly self-assemble into packs, and the ground is
rendered so spotless that the chipmunks and jays
wonder what happened.  We then set off together though
the deadfall toward the summit.  There is relatively
little conversation, for there is more swampy mud and
skunk cabbage than we would have liked, and the rock
climbing beyond the edge of the forest requires
concentration.  As usual in the high country, the
climb up is hot in the sunshine but cold in the shade,
the latter provided by granite shelves punctuated here
and there with pine growing right out of the rock for
no reason at all.  After a long, treacherous ascent we
reach the lip and discover, to our surprise, that the
other side is a shallow plateau in which our stream,
now a trough bulging with violently purple lupine,
snakes among immense boulders toward a vast meadow
carpeted with pink wildflowers.  Bumblebees are there
happily stuffing themselves, as is a large buck, who
gets spooked by our approach and bounds away...
     We live not at the end of discovery but at the
end of Reductionism, a time in which the false
ideology of human mastery of all things through
microscopics is being swept away by events and reason.
 This is not to say that microscopic law is wrong or
has no purpose, but only that it is rendered
irrelevant in many circumstances by its children and
its children's children, the higher organizational
laws of the world."

     - "A Different Universe:  reinventing physics
from the bottom down"  by Robert B. Laughlin;
copyright 2005


     Sounds MoQ!


woods, woods, woods,
SA  


      
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