Atoms end, cease to exist, sometimes as radiation. Then my mind wanders to the atoms of a person changing to something like dust as the “soul” of the person does what? Radiates? Changes state?
Atoms end, cease to exist, sometimes as radiation. Then my mind wanders to the atoms of a person changing to something like dust as the “soul” of the person does what? Radiates? Changes state?
When I recently visited the Los Angeles Natural History Museum Dinosaur Exhibit I saw an animation of the movement over time of what now are the continents. This is such an animation. WATCH IT IN FULLSCREEN
Brian Cox, in his Science Channel series, Wonders of the Universe, and, I assume his book by the same name, that to date I have not read, started this whole train of thought that is practically plaguing me – occupying much of my waking brain space, when I’m not concerning myself with whether the United States of America can survive the Republicans of this decade or with how to make a buck to augment my savings as I appear to continue being alive. Brian started it with what I recall his statement being that nothing in the universe dies. Everything that was there in the beginning (when? 13.5 billions years ago?) is still there (where?). You, me, whatever you’re looking at as you read this, are made up of atoms, and any and all atoms are made up of differing numbers of the same particles, primarily protons and electrons with some neutrons thrown in to complicate discussions. We’re all made of the same basic protons and electrons – how boring and plain Jane vanilla, no? You and a rock are not so different from each other. Oh, the structure is different for you and the rock as well as the different numbers of different atoms that compose the two of you, but it’s ultimately boring old protons and neutrons probably with a lot of neutrons thrown in. So again you, me, the rock and even the virus that gave you a head cold last winter are made up of the same particles.
Let me digress for a moment and talk about the good old hydrogen atom – one proton and one electron, Atomic Number 1 – how boring can that be. Oh, and then there’s the space questions, but that’s sort of off the subject. Humor me, though. Let’s get that out of the way. Here’s my favorite discussion of this. One I think I made up is if the proton in a hydrogen atom were the size of a soccer ball, an area the size of a soccer field would be required to allow its one electron room to revolve around it. And then there’s the helium atom – should be simple – but two protons and two electrons, Atomic Number 2, but oh my golly, two neutrons. And that’s only the beginning of the complexity. You’re made up of a lot of carbon atoms, but that’s not too bad, Atomic Number 6: six protons, six electrons, AND six neutrons. Let’s say, for discussion purposes, the rock has traces of gold in it. Wow! Gold, Atomic Number 79, has 79 protons and 79 electrons, but it also has 118 neutrons for reasons, I don’t understand, so let’s forget about it. If I had a point, it was that the carbon in you and the gold in the rock are both made from atoms made up of protons, electrons and neutrons – the same atomic (structure not boom) particles that are the building blocks of the universe – to trivialize a deep, deep fact. One thought Brian has thrown in that haunts me about here is that sometime in the past the atoms that comprise you may have made up a rock, and, who knows, you may be on your way to becoming a rock in the not too distant future. Back to Brian’s statement that nothing in the Universe dies, so does that lead to the concept of life (we’re implying “conscious” life) after death?
How has Teihard worked his way into the thoughts bouncing off the walls inside my brain? He did his dirty work in a book entitled, The Phenomenon of Man, a book I’ve been carrying around in tree extract (paper) form since college days, and that I’ve tried to read probably at least 3 other times. If you’re any good in French here’s a link to it in French that I think is still good. After the prior attempts I’ve made to read and understand it the point of the book I’d tell persons would be that mankind will one day reach an “Omega Point” in the Noosphere at which time we will all share some kind of super-consciousness. In my later readings I suspected he was unconsciously predicting the Internet: we would all be knowing and pondering the same things at the same time, knowing that we were doing so.
This time I read Teilhard in Kindle form. That allowed me to highlight any obtuse term (and there are lots of them) he used and have a dictionary definition brought up immediately. Also, I could highlight passages or make notes without soiling the pages of my dogeared paper copy.
What got me back to Teilhard and what got me this time as I read was following the stages of the story of the Universe and more particularly the stages of the story of the Earth. One of the first things that jumped out at me from Teilhard’s pages this time was that life simultaneously and as a microscopic and innumerable occurrence appeared ONCE AND ONCE ONLY. This newly appeared life was formed from the same basic particles that compose us and the rocks.. What’s troubling is when Teilhard says, and I can’t pinpoint exactly where and how he says it, life appeared only once made up of the same particles that make up everything in the Universe, yet nothing appears in the Universe that was not always germinally present, so life was somehow always present and potential in the Universe. Teilhard follows the development of life in his book to where it leads to the development of consciousness (in man). And, as he said about the origin of life, Teilhard also says about the appearance of consciousness that it was always present from the beginning of the Universe. Along with Brian’s statement that nothing in the Universe dies, Teilhard is saying nothing is new. Anything that did not seem to be there before did not appear from nothing; it was always (more than) potentially there.
So, where do these two gurus of the Cosmos, Brian and Teilhard, leave me? Nothing that composes me will die – not the particles that make up my body, ah but how about the consciousness that I exhibit and know I have? The stuff that makes up my body was always in the Universe and the consciousness that illumines my thoughts and enables me to put this into words is not new; it was a part of the Universe from the moment of the Big Bang, if not before. Am I immortal? Is some part of me immortal other than the atomic particles that compose my body and enable my thoughts? I want a scientific-philosophical answer, not a religious answer.
What I thought I remembered hearing about this was all wrong. I remembered that Eisenhower commanded troops that fired on veterans who were marching on Washington, killing several of them. Actually it was MacArthur who commanded the troops with Patton commanding the six tanks they sent in. Eisenhower was a lower level officer on MacArthur’s staff who advised him not to go there. Two veterans only were shot, and they were shot by police prompting President Hoover to order the troops to clear the veterans out. The gas they used to help disperse them was nasty stuff. At least one veteran may have died from exposure to it.
What led me to recall the misinformation I remembered hearing about this march was comparing it to what Mubarak did in Egypt. My thought was that any government when confronted by a large, unruly demonstration will first do what is deemed necessary to keep order – even the United States did.
I don’t know exactly what Mubarak ordered against the demonstrations in Trahir Square. I guess his trial, now going on, will bring that out, but my gut feeling is they should leave the guy – once their revered leader – to live out the rest of his days in peace.
Oh, and here’s some newsreel stuff on the 1932 march:
Jon beats all the talking heads:
You’ve got to admit this is a nice place (here in Venice) to sit while I wait for the next bus to Mestre. I’m staying there to be near the airport where I’ll get my very early morning flight to Los Angeles.
I came into Venice to spend the day riding vaporetti. One special place I went to was the first place I stayed the first time I came to Venice. I saw it from the ship when we were leaving Venice on Day Three. Then I saw it again yesterday from the ship as we arrived. Unluckily I never got a picture of the street in front of it. Today, after studying vaporetto routes I found a line 52 vaporetto would get me near there; I took it and found it, then walked around the area. Afterwards, rather than wait for somewhat slowish vaporetti, I found the Accadamia bridge and crossed it to walk to my favorite restaurant on Calle Dei Fabbri.
Early in the morning of Day Ten we arrived in Split Harbor by tender from the ship anchored outside the small ferry harbor. The best way to describe what happened next is that we were then “subjected” to a tour that had been foolishly purchased that took me from Split to a supposedly once famous Saldona and after that to the supposedly interesting and intriguing Trogir, the old part of which is a late medieval city. What I had wanted to see in Split was Diocletian’s Palace that I only had a few minutes to explore before returning to the ship by tender.
The daylight portion of the trip from Split was clear and I had high hopes of being entranced by the views it gave me of the Dalmatian Coast, but alas my photos of the coast were not great.
All of Day [and “Night”] Nine was spent on ship, and as I write this I don’t recall much of it. I had planned to spend time at the gym and do other worthwhile activities, but what I recall was eating and resting.