Mr. Jefferson and friends

A morning walk this morning at nearby Monticello with Simon and Michelle, at the end of their current visit to Charlottesville.

Simon Hay, Michelle Buss, Mr. Jefferson, and unknown distinguished stranger

Simon and me on the walking trail

 

Memory loss and memory access

This sounds just like what the guys told Rita and me 15+ years ago, that we never lose memories, we lose access to them. Only, TGU said the memories are stored in the non-physical (which is why they are invulnerable to physical injury). Physical injury can prevent us from accessing them, but when we go over to the other side — the non-3D, they’re still there as they were all along. Little by little, science catches up, sometimes.

https://futurism.com/new-evidence-suggests-alzheimers-doesnt-destroy-memories-it-only-blocks-them/

John DeMarco 1940-2007

My elder brother John, the last time I saw him, in 2002. Not a great photo, but the best of the few I have.  He and I lived very different lives, never nearby. His last years were spent in Nevada, while I of course was in Virginia. An upright man of great competence and rigid principles, gone a long time already.

Steiner quote on communicating with the dead

https://rudolfsteinerquotes.wordpress.com/2017/07/13/the-dead-are-with-us-2/

Happy Birthday, Henry!

Henry Thoreau was born 200 years ago today, July 12, 1817, in Concord, Massachusetts. A great American, a great citizen of the 3D and non-3D world alike.

Living almost entirely in New England, never venturing farther north than Montreal, never farther south than Philadelphia, never farther west than Minnesota (and that in his final few months, trying to recover from the tuberculosis that killed him), he instead, as he put it, “traveled extensively in Concord,” and affected the entire world, though it took many a long decade before his influence spread so far.

He set down his thought in words that have transformed the life of many a reader, and will transform the life of many persons yet to come.  A gift America gave the world; a gift to the America that shaped him, and the America he would never see. He was only 44 when he died on May 6, 1862.

For context, he was born when James Monroe was president, only five years after the War of 1812. He died under the presidency of Abraham Lincoln, months before the Emancipation Proclamation. (Thus he lived his entire life under the shadow of slavery, with no indication that it would ever be eliminated, though in fact in three years more, it would be gone.) He probably never heard of Ulysses S. Grant, and he certainly never heard Antietam Creek, nor Gettysburg, nor Appomattox Court House. It would be another five years after his death before the transcontinental railroad would be completed, or Alaska purchased. He lived before radio, before telephones, before electric lights,, yet in many ways he’s still ahead of us.

Happy Birthday, Henry, and may your work live on!

Reality ain’t what it seems, and even science knows it now

Here is a very instructive analogy

“There’s a metaphor that’s only been available to us in the past 30 or 40 years, and that’s the desktop interface. Suppose there’s a blue rectangular icon on the lower right corner of your computer’s desktop — does that mean that the file itself is blue and rectangular and lives in the lower right corner of your computer? Of course not. But those are the only things that can be asserted about anything on the desktop — it has color, position, and shape. Those are the only categories available to you, and yet none of them are true about the file itself or anything in the computer. They couldn’t possibly be true. That’s an interesting thing. You could not form a true description of the innards of the computer if your entire view of reality was confined to the desktop. And yet the desktop is useful. That blue rectangular icon guides my behavior, and it hides a complex reality that I don’t need to know. That’s the key idea. Evolution has shaped us with perceptions that allow us to survive. They guide adaptive behaviors. But part of that involves hiding from us the stuff we don’t need to know. And that’s pretty much all of reality, whatever reality might be. If you had to spend all that time figuring it out, the tiger would eat you.”

https://www.theatlantic.com/science/archive/2016/04/the-illusion-of-reality/479559/?utm_source=fbb

Notice, though, that if, throughout this article, you substitute the word “God” for “evolution” the meaning is unchanged. And that’s my objection to the way people think of evolution. They silently turn a concept into God. Is this good science? Or is it merely a way of talking about God without losing your official materialist credentials?

 

The value of forgetting things

Of course, just because “science” says something is no reason to take it as Gospel. (Yes, I did that deliberately. I’m very tired of scientism, the very destructive religion that warps our times.) Still, this is an interesting study.

http://www.sciencealert.com/forgetfulness-could-just-be-the-brain-wiping-useless-memories#.kpaddock.org