tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165118504093345923.post1738024449618448488..comments2023-03-22T03:46:05.342-07:00Comments on One Finger Typing: Whales at the Field MuseumSteve Masoverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387484207819808962noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165118504093345923.post-23656883445632343182011-08-18T08:07:07.794-07:002011-08-18T08:07:07.794-07:00Nice Eliot quote. This is one of the things that I...Nice Eliot quote. This is one of the things that I've periodically sighed about: to me, the universe is more complex than I can fully understand, any more than I can hold infinity in my brain (defining is not holding - take that Descartes!). My not being able to understand it, my acceptance of mystery, isn't the same as saying that the universe is inexplicable. By invoking God, by anthropomorphizing the universe, we make it smaller. By giving it a human face, with sentience and motives that can be (and have been) described by man, we act like a child with a child's egoism, explaining all life within the context of self. Faith of this kind is at best immaturity, at worst hubris. I'll take my universe vast, beautifully complex, mysterious, and wonderfully indifferent.<br />** Let me note, here, that for a lot of people who don't spend their days contemplating their navel like I do, God is just something that they find comforting, that facilitates their good work (or bad work) helps them frame their time here, and keeps them from wigging out. Not everyone finds existential nihilism comforting for some strange reason.Steven Longhttp://www.foesofreality.comnoreply@blogger.com