Kicking the Stone
Logic & Existence

Samuel Johnson when queried about Bishop Berkeley’s immaterialism responded, “I refute it thus!” while taking a swift kick at a stone on the path, and feeling the full measure of its back-action.  Let us consider that sorely abused stone.

That particular stone, wherever it now may rest, needs no further excusing of its immaterial existence.  But what about its many more anonymous siblings?  What about Pathfinder’s immobile, photogenic neighbors in that Martian rock garden?  What is the logic which brought them forth, just so?

There is, of course, the logic of the big bang, but I am not partial to that overly profligate logic.  There is an overriding logic of creation that is not so wanton.  Six billion humans is not wanton if we are the centerpiece of creation.  The Monad puts most of its eggs in one basket and watches the basket carefully.

Why anthropocentric and not cukarachacentric?  Earth may be hell for humans, but we appreciate our hell more than cockroaches appreciate this as their heaven.  The big bang is largely wasted on the little critters.

On the premise of the big bang, we are parasites on the Earth.  We now act out this premise on a daily basis.  Perhaps there is a more logical premise?  What then is the logic of malarial parasites?  The logic is similar to that of atoms.  It is all part of the cosmo-eco-logy.  When Johnson kicked that stone he was just interacting with a piece of cosmic logic, just a chip off the old Monad.

Who needs accelerators?  Physicists are only accelerating their pace of discovery now that they can dispense with those bulky machines.  It’s all right here in our heads.  If atoms and rocks did not exist, neither could we, and still be called human.

When we turn our telescopes to the sky we see the logical beauty of the monad/monster group in one of its many manifestations.  But it is a private showing.

Back to the Martian rock garden: its physics is about the same as for a rocky field in New England.  This generic garden could logically exist anywhere in the universe.  Going there ensures that it be in an eigenstate.

Hubble turns its eye on a distant galaxy, which has emerged from the possibilia, just so.  The physics displayed will have to be conformable by the principle of sufficient reason.  Hubble does not require the photographic angels to work over-time.  We know that the form of any galaxy is latent in any atom, as its image is latent in the unprocessed film.  The eschatological comprehension of the ideality of the universe is all that finally matters.  That is the only lasting quantum record.  What we dream now is merely the teleological rationalization of the eschaton, as with the dream reversed causal logic triggered by the waking alarm.  The eschaton has come and we think we live its dream while only remembering.

The final response to Samuel is that he has not yet kicked the stone that refutes Berkley.  Not until it finds its logical place in all the tapestry of intervening dreams that pull us into the great eschaton attractor.  The dreams that don’t fit this dance of Kali are the ones that we are already forgetting.  The symphony of the spheres is heard all at once and in no time, as in the intuitive flash of the composer.  That is our reality, sub specie aeternitas.


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rev. 4/19/00