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| A.Melon 2005-05-06, 9:18 am |
| Changing your beliefs feels like dying. Whether it's religion, politics, or
science, letting go of the complex of ideas that provides an orderly
explanation for your life and your experiences seems like falling into chaos
and oblivion. It seems suicidal even to loosen your grip on that
branch of Truth suspended over the abyss of ignorance.
But every day, with every new thing you learn, you're hopping to another,
usually very close, branch. The Truth you believe in today is a little
different from yesterday's. And sometimes the change is so big you find
yourself clinging to the branch of a different tree: You change religions, or
switch political parties, or experience a paradigm shift.
After doing it several times, you realize that if you gave up believing
altogether, you'd only have to die once.
Then Truth ceases to be a branch you cling to but a forest of branches and the
air between: You can spread your intellectual wings in this larger, more
abstract Truth and fly from branch to branch, choosing truths and viewpoints
according to their usefulness, appropriateness, esthetics, promise. The
moralistic preoccupation with "correctness"--with whether you're clinging to
the "right" branch--is irrelevant. Salvation, in science as in politics and
religion, is simply fear of flying.
Camus addressed this matter four decades ago: Can you live without hope?
Without belief? He concluded that not only can you, but you must--to become
truly human and to avoid the homicidal presumption that you are a god. (Or, in
today's terms, that you know the mind of God.)
Only after you have died to beliefs do you discover real faith--the confidence
that the universe and your part in it will be what it is regardless of what you
believe. Your beliefs (and their opposite polarity, disbeliefs) are the sand in
which your head is buried. They are a mirror, reflecting your own brilliance
and blinding you to the unassuming light of reality. They are a log anchoring
your feet, preventing you from soaring into the universe that is your natural
home.
http://www.dragonscience.com/view/DynFly.html
Firebird
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| Iceman 2005-05-06, 9:18 am |
| On Tue, 03 May 2005 21:43:43 GMT, Waterspider wrote:
> "Iceman" <1c3m4n@gl4c13r.org> wrote>
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> Choice or illusion?
Choice, my choice.
Many chase mirage's, I don't.
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| Waterspider 2005-05-06, 5:57 pm |
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"Iceman" <1c3m4n@gl4c13r.org> wrote>
> I will not be confined to this universe. My choice.
Choice or illusion?
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