A long post today, but the subject I trust you'll find worthy of your time.
In 1972 I was in the throes of my second year at university and my first year away from home. Having achieved my major purpose in taking up a tertiary education, that being to leave home with my parents’ blessings, I was struggling with finding a purpose for what I was doing. One of the subjects I was required to undertake was ‘The History and Philosophy of Science’. As soon as I knew this was a mandatory subject I thought: ‘Gee, this will be fascinating...’ with all the whiplash, privileged-young-man sneering irony I could muster.
The subject was, more or less, much as I had anticipated. I struggled with it throughout that semester but eventually did achieve a pass, ‘minima cum laude’. Thus would well and truly have endeth my lesson were it not for being introduced to one man: Johann Kepler. Well not personally introduced as he's been dead for almost 400 years.
But before proceeding with the good Johann, a brief digression on ‘worldviews’.
We all have a worldview. One definition of ‘worldview’ from the online ‘Free Dictionary’ (
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/worl...) provides two variations that mean more or less the same thing but in two contexts:
‘1. The overall perspective from which one sees and interprets the world.
2. A collection of beliefs about life and the universe held by an individual or a group. In both senses also called Weltanschauung.’
Look up that German term if you like circular arguments.
OK, worldview, fair enough, but where’s the rub? Well, I like this take on it from Foster Gamble (
http://www.thrivemovement.com/what-wo... ‘The key is that our belief system determines what we think is possible, and what we think is possible influences the results we create or allow in life. The interactions of all our individual worldviews shapes the condition of humanity and therefore, given our technologies, of planet Earth.’
A pretty fundamental aspect of individual lives and a potentially earth shaping thing then.
So, let’s go back to Johann Kepler.
Kepler was born on the feast day of St. John the Evangelist, December 27th, in 1571. He grew to be a deeply religious man, who all his life held dear to his Christian faith. He was also a scientist and in particular an astronomer. Most likely from when he was at university in 1590, Kepler saw the solar system as a construct of his much loved God, and sought to find ways to reconcile the operations of the solar system with the inherent Godly organised patterning of the physical world. His major work supporting this view, Kepler’s worldview if you will, was the Mysterium Cosmographicam that he published in 1596.
In this great work, Kepler fitted the orbits of the solar system to a set of known shapes, the Platonic solids or polyhedra – basically three dimensional geometric shapes, of which a cube is one example. Kepler believed he had revealed God's ordained geometrical plan for the universe; his worldview made manifest.
Kepler continued to work on refining his work, but to his undoubted growing consternation began to find that the more and better quality information he obtained, the less well the planets’ orbits fit his God-supporting world view. For fifteen years Kepler strained to fit the increasingly obstinate data to his published and fundamental world view. Kepler was an astronomer, so this was his living, seven days a week. In a world where burning the candle at both ends bore a far more literal interpretation, it’s staggering to think of how many eye straining hours this constituted of Kepler’s life.
In 1602 Kepler reformulated his approach on the motion of the planets and set about trying to calculate the orbit of the planet Mars, the most recalcitrant of the then known planets. Over the next three years, Kepler failed forty times. The amount of work and dedication Kepler exhibited amazes me. Working for weeks on end by daylight and candlelight on one formulation only for it fail, then pick up his traces and start again takes tenacity and straight up ‘guts’.
Finally, in early 1605 he got it right, realising that the planets orbited in ellipses. To get there Kepler displayed not only enormous dedication and a meticulous approach to his work, but he’d also had to forgo his published beliefs, those that so beautifully ascribed God within the solar system. Instead he allowed the data, the actual facts, to drive how he interpreted the world, not the other way around.
I am to this day in awe of this man, this dedicated seeker of truth, this dedicated man of God. Johann Kepler was a deeply committed Christian, yet he could have been a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew or of any other religious denomination, for in the end it seems to me that Kepler understood that while God is fundamental to the world, our view of both is no more than that: our view, a changeable thing ever moving towards ‘truth’ but in no way a fundamental, immutable, irrefutable statement on the world; or God.
Over 400 years ago, one man seems to have found a deep truth that could, and should, still be held in great esteem today by people of all faiths and nationalities. My view is that the world would be a fundamentally better place if it were so.
God bless you, Johann, where-ever you are.
Thanks so much for the food for thought (could use some breakfast, but NOOooooo, Mike’s making me THINK!), and for expanding my universe, today!
We certainly DO limit ourselves with our own world-view of what is and can be according to our heritage, experience and philosophy, and imagination, too. I never saw it that way, and that's the point, isn't it? When I can no longer appreciate life, nor taste it, sensually, please let me go. I love being exposed to flashes of genius, such as through your poke, today, or, at the least, gifts in the everyday. Kepler was a determined fellow, wasn't he? We do need inspiration! Especially if we didn't realize we could change our patterns of belief. Thank you scientists for opening dimensions for me! I do not have that particular itch, but appreciate those who do. I love that. Good lesson!
I am not a seeker for religion or science. I am. I do art. It comes from me. I am inspired by the oddest things—for instance patterns, colors, negative space or textures! I may see sheep in textures and let them out! I may think of a friend who walked over old stone bridges on the Camino trail, and end up painting billowing orange waves thundering under a staid, stone bridge with silhouetted cows en route to the barn for milking. I don't ask—never analyze. My grandson observes my art in a ways I’d never consider! I love it! Perception is everything, and mine is bound by so much of who I am becoming. I know I am not done, yet, though, and that’s a good thing.
In my case, I'm not extraordinary. My art, my life-revelations will not go down in history or be in textbooks. I am not all that disciplined, certainly, or curious, being much more preoccupied by tripping over the present in my life, then shaking out the revelations as I emerge from each rabbit hole (dimension).
The twists and turns—mine alone—are serendipitous, not by any remote means scientific, as I have (obviously) survived them at all (so far), and then (eventually) allowed them to expand my understanding and application of the “bigger” concepts, such as universality, acceptance, unconditional love, and being open to what lessons life brings.
In my everyday life I am a “small concept” person, a grain of sand—not a Jesus nor Mohamed, etc. I accept that we mortals just don't have knowledge of everything, and that's okay. Have my brushes with death and "the other side" enhanced these perceptions? Perhaps. It matters not. Is the near-death experience a temporary release of the soul or simply a chemical reaction to extreme physical stress? I don't know, nor care. It happened. I don't study it. I live it. I appreciate it. (There are actually scientists who study me because of my extra-ordinary life/death experience. They are attempting to legitimize it as different from a hallucination or psychotic experience. They have an awfully boring life trying to prove a concept. I give them a hard time because they’re SO serious, and entrenched in repetition. YAWN. I send them homemade bread. The University doesn’t let them bake in the lab.)
With kudos to my various life "events", I see change and death as non-options, and natural. They do not frighten me. I am free to enjoy this fresh breeze and a few blueberries. I "know" worry is wasted energy. Kneading bread is not. I became aware I am not terribly important, and no one noticed when I stepped off my self-made pedestal. I know what it is to suffer, and I am currently not suffering. I appreciate that very much.
I embrace quantum mechanics, not because I understand the minutia (details aren't that important to conceptual types), nor care, but because I "know" that it will eventually give words and visuals to help those who DO need them. That may relieve those who don't already accept (who need proof, poor dears) that non-visible energy is ubiquitous to innate communication, chemistry, instinct, phenomena, etc. It is a gift to be simple, sometimes. (I hear say that Buddha "knew" that already, too.)
I listen (with one ear, because the other one was knocked out when I was struck by lightning through the telephone, thus my near-death trip, thank you very much). (I may actually listen better, Mother Nature, in case there was intent on your part, and I'm just joking. I know you didn't choose me to go through all that, or DID you? Hummmm.) On the plus side, my senses are honed. And, another miracle? (Certainly it wasn’t very scientific at the time, but my friend "Quantum-a" will take care of that in time for those who care.) At one point, after much too much trauma build-up around my marital split, I just let go to my instincts. "She" took over. Whew! Life-changing. Forever freeing. Wrapping my little mind around drama and others' deep explanations, and craving life's ultimate answers hurts my wee brain-neurons too much. It's not that I don't deal with the tough things. I do. I just choose to savor hot, fresh bread, whenever I can. (Savor. I think that will be my new middle name.) Choices.
So bravo to those stubborn, great minds who step through the looking glass (and did not fall through any black holes) over and over again to open worlds we never imagined, and give language to (former) intangibles! Language, in itself, boggles my mind, in that it is so limiting! (Try explaining a near-death experience!) I suppose that’s why "the" scientific method was constructed to give perimeters, so as not to allow too much sloppiness. I always say, “Good to have theories, then add in human beings, and querkkKK (not quark, LOL)." But that’s neither here nor there. For some people to NOT know everything, and yet still WANT to understand it all—the cosmos and its expansions and constrictions, etc.—what a gift and a burden. I appreciate their sacrifices and energy and mettle and brains. Oh, my.
And I, in my little world, defined by all of the above, am simply enjoying today's breeze, and sheets drying on the line (probably enhanced by that breeze, come to think of it), totally aware of the privilege.
Perhaps food is actually what’s really on my mind, not thoughts, this other stuff simply fodder for the mind, when the stomach is calling for homemade bread. Fie on mean, selfish people, and carbs and shoulds and should-nots and calories and scientific theories and all that.
CHOMP! AHhhhh. Fie on Kepler for expanding my universe. God is here, too, in my biological self, hungry. It is basic, and not of great minds. Did Kepler even eat?
Enough.