Soporific Seizing: How I think Epileptic Awareness Should be Spread

Not on my Watch

I take so few occasions to discuss this matter privately, let alone publicly. 

Often, I find it only fitting to contemn and deride people's efforts to express their grievances in response to a condition or disease with which they are afflicted, simply because it is always saturated with pathos. I have lived with my disorder for nigh 20 years, and I would find it contemptible to go out of my way to try to elicit emotional responses of sympathy and pity. I mention this not to slander those who have had the courage to share their stories with others, but because I often feel as though their demonstrations are counter-productive; invariably evoking the very cheap compassion and compathy they claim to dislike and spurn.

Recently, I watched a TED lecture on the subject of epilepsy and the experiences of a young woman who was so burdened. I won't disclose her name or personal history, but I will say (as someone who is probably more qualified to judge it) that her presentation was not only uninformative and tiresome, but down-right nauseating. I am not a prolific student of the art of rhetoric, (despite my Aristotelian efforts to do so) and I readily acknowledge the distinction between the tone, delivery and communicative style of speech versus print. Nonetheless, I felt as though she squandered her time on the main stage. Attempting to slowly and laboriously convey her story, she made a fellow sufferer's eyes glaze over. As I assumed, at one point, she inevitably broke down into tears before a vast and captive audience. While that does in a subtle way infuriate me, I do my best to empathize with the overwhelmingly potent influence of emotion. My criticism and distaste is derived from the ensuing events - and her meretricious sobbing. Once she gathered herself and re-established some semblance of stability, her performance's quality declined. Not inconceivable, but to my taste, a waste of her own time and the audience's. 

I found it to be a crying shame that such a person spent nearly twenty minutes on an issue rarely broached or discussed, and other than garnering temporary and tawdry sympathy, achieved so little. I can honestly recognize the unpopularity of my perspective, but as someone who shares her disability and who also has a penchant for the art of dialectic and conversation, I feel vindicated in expressing my disdain. Needless to say, I am doubly aggrieved. I think it is an outright exposition of duplicity and hypocrisy when people say they evade any opportunity to speak about their malady due to the uncomfortable sorrow with which it is met, only to deliver their story in such a maudlin way once they do.

I don't know about my fellow epileptics, but I wouldn't want the few chances I have to increase awareness about our condition besmirched by a whimpering explanation; appropriately followed by simpering remarks. I am already fed up with the plaintive and petulant culture that is fulminating in our society - I won't have our case for attention and scientific focus expounded with querulous infancy. One cannot control the emotional response of their audience upon reception, but they can tune the key of their own song. 

I may be alone in this campaign, but I feel as though our cause would be much better met and respected if it were explained with sobriety and rationality. Axiomatically I am biased by professional interests and propensities, so I don't take any objections in this vein too seriously. 

As Thomas Paine said in his Age of Reason, John Milton said in his Areopagitica, and John Stuart Mill in his essays On Liberty, free expression and inquiry are essential for the polity not only because of their right to profess their own thoughts, but not to be deprived of the ability to hear everyone else's; especially those in a small dissident minority. For, as we all can intuit, it must have taken any defector from an overwhelming consensus quite some time to muster their opinion. On those grounds, I beseech you to not only consider my own, but to value and perhaps prefer logos to pathos. Much more truth, comprehension, and progression are sure to follow if we do.

Thanks, a garrulous gadfly 

Jesus-in-the-Middle: How One Foible Rabbi Corrupted Geopolitics

A Reflection on Israeli-Palestinian Relations and their Theological Implications

The ultimate irony. A quality without which none of us could survive or thrive, a prevalent paradox has gone completely unnoticed due to prejudice and ignorance. Could it be that I, a layman and novice in the political fold, has stumbled upon one of the most incongruous and self-contradictory principles in Evangelical American-Israeli foreign policy? While I'd like to once again assert my own novelty to the subject matter, I cannot resist proffering my opinion. 

Jesus of Nazareth, known almost ubiquitously under different titles of authority and relevance, is indirectly influencing the cartography and allegiances of Middle-Eastern society. Alliances fashioned, ideologies fossilized, conspiracies contrived; enmity established. Why and how does he do this from beyond the grave. No, Abrahamic monotheists, I am not conceding the definite existence of this eccentric preacher or his eschatological involution. Don't throw your arms about in an ecstatic stupor. Turn your eyes to the following - an essential meditation. 

While I do not advocate even more romanticizing of Islam, the theological tenets of Christianity and Islam are more similar to each other than to their Jewish counterpart. Christian fundamentalists and Jewish fanatics have celebrated their coalition in hopes of having the messiah return. The fact that that verb is employed should be enough to raise suspicion. Traditional Jewish scripture (among many other incompatibilities) has two fundamental problems with Christian theology: Pauline doctrine of justification by faith, and the concept of a revenant messiah. 

Saul of Tarsus who purportedly encountered Jesus on the road to Damascus in a vision (much more symptomatic of an epileptic seizure; take it from someone who knows) proclaimed that one need not have their humanity and salvation contingent upon the nature of their moral conduct and beneficence on this earth - so long as you believe and accept the doctrine of vicarious redemption by human sacrifice, you live under grace and will be acceded into paradise. Apart from the obviously appalling Christian actions that have since been performed based off of this absurd premise, it is completely irreconcilable with the precepts of the Pentateuch and other Judaica. In addition, the more relevant issue pertains to the idea of a messiah (aside from being labeled divine) who will need to come back to earth because his initial efforts were unsuccessful. Per Jewish canon, the messiah will unite all the chosen people in the holy land and reign having established peace on earth - with slight cultural preference and advantage to the children of Abraham, of course. Among many other accurate and cogent objections, this would discredit the Nazarene's claims to religious authority in this world. Yet, smarmy ecumenicism reigns supreme and the coalescence of theocratic nutbags persists. 

Conversely, the Islamic tradition does believe in the return of the Messiah; specifically, Jesus son of Mary. While there have been plenty discrepant accounts and needless sources of theological disagreement about this man's provenance and power, he remains a salient character in both faiths. Portions of the Hadith describe scenarios in which all Jews will be targeted and discriminated (putting it mildly). Fatuous stories about the end of days, when Jews will attempt to hide behind flora to escape the wrath of an omnipotent creator, only for trees to betray them and decry their location to the all foreseeing monoglot - Allah. This hardly seems benevolent or sensitive to the Jews, and probably more congruous with the age-old spirit of Christian antisemitism. After all, it was only recently that the cosmological accusation of deicide was revoked by the Catholic Church; from some Jews. 

In short, both of these parties wish for the second visitation of this inanely ascetic priest. One would think that this would shift evangelical sympathies to the Arabs, thereby persecuting Israelis. I am compelled to mentioned that I do not desire the subjugation or blacklisting of any tribe; an opinion not so common among messianic zealots. 

It is my position that this ordeal would have been settled and a compromise would have been reached much sooner if the nature of the conflict had been purely secular. There is no solution as long of the parties of god maintain a veto on public affairs, a plain fact that continues to elude political leaders and figureheads.

Not wanting to make light of the situation, I humbly submit this to you

A perfidious primate

Yet Another Reason Why Trump is an Ignoramus

The Backward Triplets

I assure you, this is not another boring attempt to make jeers at the current American commander in chief or at previous GOP candidates who gave it the good old college try; this is a clever attempt. 

I admit, democrats and perpending republicans have had a knack for making excessively rudimentary and tedious remarks about some less than competent conservative leaders. While the same could be said for democratic representatives, I feel as though it is more pertinent to address the criticisms of recent figures who are dialed a little bit further to the right of the compass. 

They're redundant. They're unrefined. They're tawdry. Yet for some reason, notions like that of George W. Bush's eyes being so close together that he could use a monocle, still find their target and have their way on our diaphragm. Sure, some are more highbrow (and I use that term loosely) such as his instantaneous comfort and conviction of Putin's righteousness and moral integrity - due to Vladimir's all too convenient sporting of his grandmother's crucifix upon their first convergence. A consolation I cannot imagine experiencing. Alas, I'd accuse myself of striking a far too vulnerable and putrid corpse if I reverted to mocking Mr. "I traded in Jack Daniel's for Jesus"; yet another solace I cannot fathom taking.

I digress. The all too ironic and salient title that I have chosen refers to another yokel, one Mr. Hitchens described as being sexually inferior to the Iron Lady, and being of mild use to a low-rate porn director. Lewd perhaps, but Hitchens wasn't known to exchange incisive humour for boring tact. Ms. Palin, for all her charming inefficacy and stupidity, is as you guessed it, not my cup of tea. Sorry, that joke was cheap and overdone. Nonetheless, her efforts to inculcate her views on public education seemed to be a vain one. Had she been successful, the outcome on society may indeed have resembled the results of lethal injection. An unabashed creationist, this former campaigning tea party representative encouraged and advocated the teaching of pseudo-science to children in place of evolutionary biology. If you thought Ken Hamm was alone in his crusade, you've yet to reckon with this female counterpart who subscribes to dino-human co-existence. 

While I am not one who tries to stretch humour and coincidence beyond their breadth, I find the linguistic irony here to be palpable. Palin, when transliterated and translated literally means backward or reverse in Ancient Greek (whether or not this has been maintained in the modern tongue, I do not know). A simple, lucid, and poignant description of not only Sarah's perception of reality and understanding of natural history, but of the trajectory of her goals for American literacy and international image. I present you with this old diatribe because I fear that we are at risk of a recrudescence of exalted ignorance south of the border. Mr. Trump is contemplating pulling out of the Paris climate deal; something which former President Barack Obama reasonably endorsed. 

Here is the ultimate irony - Pope Francis, the most recent aging virgin to represent the vicar of Christ on earth, purportedly besought Trump to reconsider his decision behind closed doors during his visit to the Vatican last week. This to me was the most important element and occurrence during the president's international tour, for, despite my personal convictions about the incompatibility of science and faith, Francis is doing his duty as a human to repudiate scientific ignorance trying to dilapidate the minds of youth. Once again, irony rears its impertinent head; for if Francis could extend his efforts to vindicate the maltreatment of children a bit further, he may find some of his colleagues facing trial and the much needed dissolution of his state's sovereignty and infallibility. I suppose one must recognize and cherish minor victories of this kind wherever they appear, and hope that justice will eventually prevail. Until then, the harboring of appalling pederasts in special sinecures and shielding of criminals from secular prosecution will unfortunately continue. 

I come to a close. While Trump has not been indicted for child molestation, openly expressed a privileging of mythology over science (debatable, I know), or illogically exchanged whisky for Methodism, he is demonstrating a similar tendency - the championing of injustice, irrationality, and stultification. In its own way, a hallmark of depredation and trespassing sacred borders.

Yours truly, a polemic mammal

Modern Skepticism Does Poetry?!

Some May Call it Click-bait

"So too in the waning days, does the heart feel compunction for its persistent folly"

- Adrian Giorgio, circa 1:30 pm May 4th, 2017

Pacé, poets. This is what I could muster. For quite some time I spurned your arcane methods as an incitement of unreason, and blatant demonstrations of emotional flailing. I have since abandoned that primitive mentality in favour of a perspective that I feel will provide me with a greater sense of majesty and bliss. As such, I'll add rather superfluously that the above quotation is an M.S original; ironic, seeing as its charming inefficacy may appear to be paralyzing to readers for different reasons. That is not an attempt at flippancy or cruelty toward the medically afflicted, merely an observation whose relevance can hardly be called negligible. 

Toward this discipline I formerly ascribed the axiom "The sleep of reasons brings forth monsters"; the dastardly stuff that recommends turning off the mind to achieve happiness. Once again, humanity wishes to rescind and discard the most precious endowment we have ever developed, in favour of an alleged utopia of mindlessness. For I asserted that a mode of writing whose literary goals were often intentionally oblique and vague, to not only be a waste of time and ink, but to do a gross disservice to the reader. Although I do maintain that poetry is in many ways esoterica, seeing as a layman like me would require a slog of annotations and commentary on the author's intentions and convictions in their piece - an opinion that I've learned is overwhelmingly unpopular among modern poetic circles. 

I now know that my perception is probably more reflective of a lack of refinement and understanding, and should probably provoke me to study and appreciate the medium further. Thus, I will rely on the help and zeal of my contemporaries who excel in this way - yes, that is an outright evocation of you, Ms. Goltsis. 

I now come to the pivotal moment: my exegesis and prescription of interpreting this work's introduction. The impression that I am referring to matters of romance and the mysteries of love is a position that I would expect to follow axiomatically upon anyone's reception. Yet, rather unsurprisingly, that is not my aim. I suppose that is somewhat ironic and hypocritical, seeing as I am being intentionally deceptive, beguiling and forcing the reader to perceive a surfeit of understandings. Nonetheless, I arrive at my explanation. As one approaches death and meanders about old age, I am given to understand that excessive reminiscence and rumination necessarily ensue. In doing so, one begins to review and recount the nature and source of all their personal lifelong convictions, and eventually arrive at those of the politically philosophical realm. I would propose that an onslaught of personal criticism and upbraiding would follow, revealing to oneself how often they fashioned alliances based off of an emotional whim rather than rational consideration. This to me sounds, as mildly as I can put it - displeasing. Dissuaded by demagogy, glibness, and hysteria, (tools so fanatically employed by politicians) one arrives at the potentially devastating conclusion that they frequently sought refuge in the false security of consensus. Pumped up by howling rallies, an innate and irresistible urge to secure sodality with other primates, and a tawdrily
misguiding compulsion to protect social face. Finally reaching the inevitable epiphany that, they too, had fallen prey to this constrictive mammalian shortcoming - credulity. Oh what they could have accomplished, if they had only rejected the falsely enticing allure of impulse.

Maybe a bit condescending, but bear in mind that I thoroughly believe this applies to me as well. I'd like to include an example of one of my recent errors in judgment, and I shall attempt to quote it as best as I can from memory. The Hitch tangled with Heston on a mini-debate concerning the productivity and necessity of the Gulf War in 1991:

Hitch: "I have a question for Mr. Heston. Can he provide counterclockwise the neighbouring 
countries that share a border with Iraq?"
Heston: "Why yes I can, although I think those borders are soon to be quite flexible..."
Hitch: "-It wouldn't take a minute..."
Heston: "...Let me come to your comment. Kuwait, Bahrain, Turkey, Russia, Iran"
Hitch: "Right, so you have no idea where it is in other words. You have no idea where the country is on the map, and you're in favor of bombing it, on the whim of a president! This is the kind of instantaneous barbarism..."
Mediator: "I-I am not sure that the instantaneous command of the geography of a region... (Heston chuckles in the background)"
Hitch: "Oh I don't know I feel if you're in favour of bombing a country you might pay it the complement of knowing where it is" (words ensue)
Heston: "Our veto of the nuclear arms pact, has to do with our fear of Soviet nuclear weapons. You don't agree? You seem rather extreme, Mr. Hitchens"
Hitch: "Oh comon, this is insulting. That's as true Mr. Heston, as your supposition that Bahrain, which is an island, shares a common border with Iraq... I don't see why, Reganite hacks of this kind, are consulted for their opinion... (accusations by Heston of ad hominem attacks as opposed to rational discussion follow, as well as wasting valuable network time and dishing out high-school geography lessons and views)
Hitch: "Keep your hair-piece on"

As entertaining as that excerpt and exchange was, and as much as it initially buttressed my sympathies with Hitchens, I know see how cheap my first conviction was. Although Christopher does have a point about Heston's clueless nature, and how consulting his opinion on such matters is about as pertinent as deferring to a Catholic Bishop for advice on sexual prowess, Hitchens could have demonstrated more evidence for his stance as opposed to clever jeers and rhetoric. I am not well informed enough to have a position on this topic, but I certainly know that I don't want to be swayed by humour and wit. Unfortunately, I did find myself prematurely dialed well to the left of this kerfuffle; undoubtedly due to my reverence for Hitchens and his spell-binding charisma. 

In short, as beautiful and as valuable as human emotion and empathy can be, their offerings should not be considered so respectable in pressing intellectual matters - a concept that, despite having been stated plainly time and time again, remains foreign to humans.

Make of my passage what you will primates, as poetry so inherently demands.

Is it Really Their Fault? What We are not Considering When We Judge

The Importance of Epigenetics in Social Interactions and Consciousness
A Layman's Understanding

I myself have always been a lifelong critic, taking every opportunity to scrutinize an action, idea, or personality. I always had a penchant for analysis and judgment, even in scenarios where it seemed to be both superfluous and an impediment; to others, this behavior was demonstrably counter-intuitive. Never being able to understand everyone else's indifference in this way, I erroneously attributed flippancy and ignorance to those who could not empathize with my plight. This increased the chances of enmity between me and my colleagues, and almost always fostered some form of reasonable dissent. Needless to say, this characteristic demanded excessive patience not only from others, but as I discovered later, also from myself. The more aware I became of my own insularity, the more taxing and disruptive hypercriticism promised to be. However, in one sense I am sure it has been beneficial - reconsideration of behavioral provenance. In other words, can people's personal tendencies and actions be solely accounted for by life experiences? I will forewarn you now, below are the blatherings of an uninformed madman. 

I am quite aware of the nature vs. nurture trope, but I always focused much more on the latter, simply because the former was too convoluted and unintelligible to me. Asking me to study scientific disciplines and acquire a half-decent comprehension of the material still remains one of the easiest ways to display my own idiocy - yet I think that I have stumbled across something that could prove to be essential not only academically, but also in social discourse. 

The field of epigenetics, which (to my poor understanding) involves the study of the influence of social and personal characteristics in biological heredity, may just provide an animal rights point here. Perhaps this new aspect of science can introduce some insight into an individual's predispositions and cerebral wiring. As such, it would elucidate the source of many misunderstandings and consternation among us humans. If scientists and intellectuals can solve these mysteries to any extent, it would import a whole ocean of new philosophical questions and studies. For example: If someone's propensity toward heartbreak and a privilege of emotion over reason can be explained by biological phenomena, does our criticism of their lack of responsibility to themselves and others hold as much weight? In other words, since the brain is the origin of thought and deliberation, would it not mean that everyone is held hostage by their chemical make-up? Can anyone truly be faulted of an indecent or incorrect action if their cranium enslaves them to think a certain way? Those are very difficult questions to answer, and are more than likely ill-phrased and uninformed due to the questioner. To my mind (if they are not simultaneous or one and the same thing) chemical reactions in the brain (influenced by the passing of genes from our ancestors) presuppose thought and our ability to consider information. Thus, we are if not entirely prevented, but hindered from being able to make a more objective decision. I could pose questions and muse for days about whether or not epigenetics affect a priori to thought, or have any grave impact on the nature of our lives. Either way, this meditation will always resonate with me and cause me to be more considerate and empathetic toward others. 

I do not want to romanticize human relations even further than they already are in present Western society, because I do think that an invocation of skepticism and self-reflection could help to cure one's attitudinal afflictions. Then again, one would have to consider the obvious paradox created by that idea: if it is so encoded in their DNA, people may not even recognize or see the value in self-criticism. Thus, the whole idea of what presupposes what continues, and an infinite regression ensues. Ugh, my head hurts.

Here is what I conclude - be more considerate!

Yours truly, someone who does not know if he was predisposed to question epigenetics 

My Favorite Authors Thus Far, and Why I Read Them

Fiction to Non-Fiction: My Influences and Motivators

"Take the liberty of thinking for yourself. Much more truth, beauty and wisdom will come to you that way, I promise" - Christopher Hitchens 

Not much time has passed since I finished my university degree and left academic institutions. However, I feel compelled to mention something that may seem to be counter-intuitive upon recognition. I only began to appreciate the written word and reading for its own sake, once I had completed my school studies. To some, this may seem perfectly logical and even something with which they can sympathize; others may feel that this is fundamentally incompatible with academic requirements and success. My explanation is predicated on the chore-making of one's passions by the university, and the suppression of genuine curiosity in favor of mass production of assessments. In short, university commodified my interests. This lead to misdirected resentment and bitterness, giving me the false impression that literature and classical history were rigidly insipid. Once I had distanced myself from the center of examination and bureaucracy, I began to experience what seemed to me to be, the true consolation of print. 

I hold a myriad of titles in my personal library, ranging from political science and philosophy to thriller-fiction and biology. I have started about 30 of these works (about ten percent of my total collection) and completed none. At first glance, that would appear to be unfortunate and irresponsible. I have even tried to reconcile my penchant for lack of completion with science, hypothesizing that my inability to finish a title is correlated with a lack of patience, fostered by excessive instant gratification and its ensuing dopamine release. Plausible, to say the least. However I would now like to focus on the positive aspect of this tendency, seeing how I have thus far neglected it - reverence. My new found love has rendered me ecstatic at the mere consideration of how many books I own, let alone what they have to offer and the education that could result. Although Seneca warned against this type of behavior in his Stoic letters, arguing that one is not truly valuing knowledge per se if they are simply enamored with the multitude of their library, I use my contentment as motivation to study and safeguard whatever information I can recollect. Perhaps the native Spaniard was right, but only time will tell.

To the part we have all been awaiting - who has influenced me personally and textually, and whose works I cherish and recommend so early on in my literary career. I will try to be terse, but brevity has never been my strong suit. Here is a tentative list: George Orwell, George Eliot, H.P Lovecraft, Saul Bellow, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Christopher Hitchens, Marcel Proust, and Honoré de Balzac. I will attempt to provide short explanations for a few of them. 

George Orwell was an unbelievably honorable man of average education. He fought in the Spanish Civil War for a leftist army and was even shot in the throat; after which he wrote Homage to Catalonia. Orwell's Road to Wigan Pier has been my first in-depth encounter with him since the prolific 1984, and gives a detailed, sympathetic, and culturally humorous account of the tragic squalor and living conditions in which the working class of England subsisted in the mid twentieth century. His travels, experiences, and records remind me of my fortune and incense me to be just as bold and courageous as he was. I cannot wait to read Coming up for Air, A Clergyman's Daughter, Burmese Says, Shooting an Elephant, and anything else he has ever put to paper. 

George Eliot's Middlemarch is a work through which I am still ploughing, and with which I often have difficulty. This is exactly why (aside from the literary beauty and profundity) I appreciate her work. It is a constant reminder to maintain humility (almost to the point of ceaseless self-deprecation and insult) and a source of authentic feminism in fictional form. As Virginia Woolf stated "(Middlemarch) is the first novel written for adults." She also pushes at an open door for me with characters like Casaubon, and his propensity toward a classical education. Chronicling the journey of one Ms. Dorothy Brooke and her suitors, her impertinent sister Cecilia, and the rest of the Middlemarch town, it is a true exhibition of genius with an alluring female protagonist. Silas Marner, Daniel Deronda, and The Mill on the Floss are next on the docket. 

H.P Lovecraft is very special to me. I have never been a very big fan of horror or even thriller type movies, let alone books. I own two anthologies of his short stories that never fail to stimulate thought and, at the very least, anxious apprehension. Alright, I'll drop the macho act. Within 12-15 pages his words percolate my mind, spark insecurity, and fulminate paranoia - a night owl's kryptonite. The Temple had me a little on edge the other night, with a crude account of a calculating and cold Nazi submariner. Each one of his comrades consecutively fall into a maudlin and then schizophrenic stupor over an ivory image taken from an enemy captive. Forced to murder some of his men (some commit suicide), he plunges into the deepest fathoms of the ocean with dwindling power and supplies. He encounters a derelict underwater city, comprised of fanes, friezes, and ornate architecture. He spies the same ivory image, just before he himself succumbs to madness and hysteria. All the while recording this message in a vessel, hopefully to be retrieved one day. As you can see, time of day is key with his stuff. 

Christopher Hitchens is by definition the most influential and paradigm shifting writer for me. He did not write fiction, for as he said "I could not move people in that way."  He also is much younger than any of the aforementioned scribes, having just passed in December of 2011. I try my best not to have heroes or heroines, but it is difficult to resist the charm and eloquence of this well-read former-Trotskyist polemic journalist. Anything I attempt to write to describe his valor, intellect, integrity, or enlightenment would be a miserable failure. In fact, it may be an injustice and do anyone who reads this a disservice. He has had an enormous impact on my personal development and growth (despite being deceased) and redefined the term "independent thinker". Hopefully that doesn't sound too grovelling or smarmy, it's simply sincerity and honesty. His command of the English language, knowledge of history and literature in multiple humanities disciplines (politics, economics, language, religion, philosophy etc.) and charisma blow any reader away. There isn't a page, word, interview, or statement that he utters where I don't learn a new term or fact. To conclude, his writing is too captivating and entrancing to really be considered a read, it is best described as a revelation. A term which he would ironically contemn. 

There you have it, a brief synopsis of my top-tier scribblers. I'd imagine this is subject to change with time, but I certainly hope that progression won't lead to abandonment. 

Yours truly, a primate who couldn't lace these writer's jockstraps. 

Does Scientific Discovery Diminish Life's Treasures?

Why Science Inspires Beauty & Doesn't Eliminate Transcendence:

The Source of Distaste for the Natural

I have often heard it said that people find scientific discovery to make life's mysteries rigid and mechanical. I am befuddled by this claim, and not surprisingly, I strongly disagree with it. While I fundamentally concur that there is a certain mirth drawn from the mysterious and unknown, I do not think that attempting to clarify and improve our understanding renders the beauty non-existent. To the contrary; the more I begin to learn about the intricacies of the brain and the source of consciousness, the elements and characteristics of a black hole, or simply why I am failing to provide a good final example for this sentence, the more emotional my response is. I have been known to weep upon recognition of the discoveries and lessons taught by Mr. Neil De Grasse Tyson on Cosmos, or by reading the awe-inspiring words in Darwin's record about the finch speciation event in the Galapagos Islands. Of course, I do not even consider myself to have a layman's comprehension of the noble discipline, but whatever meager amount I can register, I treasure the ensuing feeling. 

For centuries, the notion of not knowing and not questioning what was unfamiliar or frightening to us was expressed and endorsed. This was either due to a desire for ideological advantage or insecurity of one's integrity and stature, or, both. Religiously political regimes have repeatedly and unfortunately retained the authority to disclose and impart ground-breaking and enlightening information, and as such, human understanding of the cosmos has been slighted and filtered to suit personal agendas. It would be churlish and dishonest to say that many great discoveries were not made by men of holy robes (e.g. the Big Bang Theory), yet censorship and corruption of education are still rife in modern culture. If you do not agree, I would urge you to research some of the Trump administration's efforts to exclude the teaching of the theory of evolution by natural selection to children, in favour of Bronze Age mythological theology. In other words, the state-financed and subsidized stultification of American children, attempting to generate new I.D proponents and making them out to be the laughing stock of the rest of the world. If the schools insist on offering equal teaching time to an unscientific hypothesis of our origins, then Sunday schools and madrasas had better be willing to reciprocate during their sermons. However, I do want to make it clear that I think Bible comprehension (even Quranic) is justified for cultural and literary purposes. Without this, John Donne, John Milton, William Shakespeare and many other's works would be unintelligible to us. A conclusion that would provide me with grief rather than satisfaction.

I would argue that pseudo-mysticism is one pertinent and cogent reason for so many people's penchant against scientific inquiry. Resorting to previously unfounded and cliche assertions of metaphysics, and how love cannot be reduced to chemical reactions in the brain and body. This to my mind is not a reduction, rather, it is an expansion. The more knowledge humanity acquires about the physiological provenance of meditation and the bliss experienced while listening to music and admiring art, the more we have to revere. This is an opportunity to produce more poetry, write new symphonies, and create innovative masterpieces on a canvas. It is not a sacrifice that one has to endure, but a gift that one ought to not spurn. To paraphrase Richard Dawkins "We shall never know what could have been produced, if Michael Angelo had been commissioned to paint the Museum of Science, or what Haydn's Mesozoic symphony would have sounded like." This was due to the institutions who offered patronage, and mankind's well warranted preference for sustenance and prosperity.

The landscape has changed, and faith has had to give quite a bit of ground. Now is precisely the time to capitalize, and appreciate that which nature so generously gives us - real beauty not to be taken for granted.

I humbly submit, a mammal indebted to the contributions of science