August 7, 2017

Unexplainable Occurrences

My Daughter, Florence, at the Ringing Rocks. This is a very unusual pile of rocks, which when struck ring in a metallic manner. The mechanism for which is currently unknown.



     One of the things I have changed my mind about that has had the biggest impact on my life is the way that I think about the unexplained strange things that happen in life. Some of these things might be more mundane, some cause people to structure their whole life around them. There are many such experiences in my life that I attributed to an all powerful being intervening on my behalf. There are many others that I ignored, or refused to admit even happened. The things I perceived as interventions from higher, intelligent powers, ranged from moments of inspiration in decision making, to unexplained healings and exorcisms. I could fill a page with just the things that I have sorted into this unexplained category from my life. I further sorted them into faith constructive and faith destructive miracles and then tried to minimize in my head the importance of the faith destructive while maximizing the importance of the faith constructive, but this is not the part I want to discuss today. This is about how my view of the whole category of supernatural phenomena.

     In my time as a religionist, I held the view that there were things that happened naturally, which were the realm of science, and things then that were unexplainable by science and thus supernatural. This sorting left a realm of mundane occurrences, explainable by mundane techniques, and a realm of mysterious occurrences that could not be explained by mundane techniques. Science could explain how a doctor could heal the sick, but when a faith healer did the healing it was beyond natural, and therefore out of the realm of what science could explain. These miracles or whatever term you like to use for anomalous events, then required some other system to reach explanations. They were, thereby, seen as support for religion in my life. Since science was unable to fathom their depths, religion and spirituality was required to tap into the world beyond. Here was a system that allowed for unusual occurrences. If the sun stopped rising and setting as science required it to, I could attribute the unusual phenomenon to the power of God and his willing the earth to cease its rotation. I was very grateful for the the freedom to kill my curiosity with this all encompassing explanation. This was a great system, I could avoid any questioning of my main religion which encompassed the realm of the unexplainable. The trouble came when I started examining my religion which ruled the realm of the explainable.

     After getting tired of my engineering major, I decided to give physics a try. This turned out to be an intimate examination of my understanding science. I started with essentially two curiosity stopping belief systems, which I used to prevent myself from ever having to be unsure. On the one had science was a black box mystery which provided answers about everyday sort of things, and on the other my religious system was a black box mystery that provided answers about unusual experiences. Since I had carefully protected the second system, throwing out any doubt that might try to assault it, and also spent a lot of time trying to understand it, it seemed like an appropriate time to get a better understanding of the first mystery answer box.

     Before spending time on understanding my "regular occurrence" religion, science felt like a list of answers to questions that other people had answered. It was merely a lookup table that could be checked to find answers to any question I might have about things that happen with some regular frequency. I have already written about how understanding the math and theory behind changed my mind about the age of the earth, but my education became a series of similar events. Slowly the magic fell away. It was a process that required many walks home from class with my head spinning as I wrapped my head around the implications. I felt like a child seeing the world for the first time. Having been warned, as I described before, against the power of science in creating apostasy I was prepared for a list of answers that might disagree with my other religion. Howsoever, what I was not prepared for, was the humility of science.

     When I started my education in physics, I saw no difference essentially between my two religions. I had spent years in deep study of my "religion of the unexplainable." When I searched for explanations from this answer box about the mysteries of these phenomena, I received answers. I received answer through both methods as mundane as reading and as mysterious as revelation. The answers were equally mysterious, and I wondered and worshiped at the mystery. When I searched from answers from my "religion of the explainable," it was a very similar experience. While I didn't realize I was treating these two things the same way, looking back it is pretty clear to me. The biggest shock of my examination of my "natural religion" was its admission of error. A magic answer box should never admit error if it is to be trusted! It took me a long long time and a lot of mental anguish to wrestle with this admission of guilt. Even worse than admitting error, it admitted uncertainty! This is an element of empirical research that had somehow been omitted in my understanding of science to this point in my life. I had held on to, and required certainty from both of my religions.

     Uncertainty is incredibly uncomfortable for me. I have become more comfortable with it over time, but I want there to be a well defined answer to any given question. I think this is a common view, and as a culture we have in our minds that if something is uncertain it is less valuable. My mistake was in assuming certainty was possible. In ignoring the super unlikely events that would make my whole world view nonsensical. An example from my religion of the explainable is the refutation of the Ptolemaic earth centered universe. All the regularly occurring phenomena were consistent with an earth centered view of the universe, and experiment regularly confirmed that sun and stars orbited the earth. This is of course a simplistic view of the history, but for a detailed consideration of this particular scenario I recommend Paul Feyerabends book, Against Method It took occurrences that were considered uncommon and perhaps even miraculous being incorporated into the theory to realize a shift was necessary.

     These unusual occurrences are often ignored for ease of communication, and this can make them appear nonexistent. For example, if you asked me how tall my office door is I would promptly get my tape measure to begin answering your question. I believe strongly in the old adage "measure twice, cut once" so I decide to make several measurements of the doorway. Say I measure it 10 times, writing down the measurement each time. I come up with a list of 10 numbers. The whole point of measuring 10 times is that I have assumed I may make some error, and I need further evidence in order to give you an answer. Say of my measurements, 9 of them are between 7 feet and 7 feet 1 inch but the one of them was 11 feet 6 inches. How do I answer your question? I collected data on the doorway, and it is not exactly straightforward. I have 9 answers that more or less agree, and 1 that does not. While there can be a number of ways to explain the 1 measurement, and why it might be ignored for the sake of our conversation about the doorway, the fact is that it still exists. I may tell you that the door is between 7 feet and 7 feet 1 inch, or I may tell you that 90% of the time it is so, while 10% of the time it appears to be much larger. I can chalk it up a mistake in writing down the measurement, or maybe I didnt notice I had 4 feet of tape laying on the floor. I could also assume that a supernatural occurrence where God, who is obviously at least 10 feet tall, needed to expand the doorway while he walked through, right at the time I measured. Whichever of these actions I take following the measurement change the real issue. Even if I through out the outlying measurement, the ones that more or less agree, still have a bit of uncertainty. The point of this example is that certainty is not something that is possible in considering phenomena, regularly occurring or unusual.


Linear Regression
https://xkcd.com/1725/





     This realization, and the admittance in the answers given by the science, changed my mind about the requirement of another system, one to explain the unexplainable. The religion of the mundane was not running from these weird data points, but embraced them and used them to move forward. It did not want to hide them, but to put a big red flag on them so that they could be studied harder. This took it from the realm of a religion, to an honest endeavor to understand. This was the humility of science that I came to love. The honesty to say, this answer is uncertain, but when you try to check it out for yourself, this is how I got the answer I gave you. No matter how much I pushed into answers given by my religion of the unexplainable, it never became a technology. It never turned into a tool for creating new answers and verifying old ones, and once I found out that my religion of the explainable was doing everything in its power to not be a magic answer box I lost most of my interest in the unexplainable. My Scientism destroyed itself by the study of science giving tools for checking and verifying the answers given, while owning up to that which was unknown and uncertain. Meanwhile my religious answers remained as confusing and uncheckable, all while doubling down on the what I now view as absurd insistence on absolute certainty. Not only is that not an empowering tool for finding answers, its kind of boring. I lost my faith, not because I didn't believe its claims, but because I found that uncertainty is a part of the human understanding, and that science is far more messy than it might appear. If no one had told me beforehand that God sometimes walks through doorways, and he stretches them taller when he does, I would never have jumped to that conclusion on the one outlying data point. It may be true, but it seems a lot less likely than other more mundane explanations. I would be lying if I said that I believed it, and an extension of that simple example to various other phenomena such as faith healings or other miracles is the story of how I changed my mind about their importance.

     I found that removing both of my religions took away my ability to easily stop curiosity from forming in my mind. Curiosity is the great driver, which pushes inquiry forward both on a personal and societal scale, and I have removed two great obstacles to curiosity. I was grateful to them when I knew not of the drive curiosity can create, and the pleasure that can be derived from pursuing its leads. I loved the one for fear of damnation in an after life, and the other for fear of ridicule. However replacing the religion of science with the pursuit of curiosity in a scientific manner, I have avoided the damnation in mortality that I had clung on to so tightly for most of my life.

P.S. 
 Here is a bit of art relevant to today's subject. Song and video are both excellent. One of my favorites. 





July 24, 2017

An example of change

I have been surprised at how difficult it is to write posts as regularly as I would like for this blog. I haven't the dedication to write as often as I would like, but while I am working on my next essay about how changes I have made in my life, I wanted to share an example that really impressed me of someone changing their mind. This American Life recently aired an episode of their show titled "Fear and Loathing in Homer and Rockville." The episode covers two stories regarding a controversial issue, and the first one is all about the lengths a person went to in order to change their mind. It tells the story of a man who, unsure of what he should think about illegal immigrants, took it on himself to get to the bottom of the issue. It describes his process of searching for evidence and updating his beliefs on a complicated issue. The most impressive part for me is his humility through it all. At every point in the process, he attempts to question his own methods and really understand all sides of the issue. I aspire to follow his example, and I hope you find the story interesting. I would be really interested to hear any thoughts you might have on this story, the process of changing your mind for the better, or any feedback on my writing to this point. I am trying to improve my writing process and the quality of my output, so any advice is very welcome! Thanks in advance, and I hope you enjoy the story!

Follow this link to the story:
'Act One. Fear.' from This American Life episode 621: 'Fear and Loathing in Homer and Rockville.'

July 9, 2017

Monogamy: Relationship Jealousy

     

 



    As I have tried to find subjects that my opinion on needs to change, there is a technique that has been particularly fruitful. That technique is to try to identify things that I assume to be unquestionably true. Ideas that are so ingrained in my head, or that are never challenged by my experiences in the world, that I assume they are the bedrock. Often these are things that I haven't given much thought to, and are therefore poorly justified. This has yielded many topics that under minor scrutiny I have found my belief in their foundational truth to be tenuous. It is often easy to find them because they might feel taboo or gross to even question. Things that might be taken to be "just wrong" or "just right" by society at large. These are things that often change once people actually start thinking about them. Gay marriage, interracial marriage, women's suffrage, etc. were all at one time extremely taboo subjects that only became clear once people got over the cultured feeling of disgust at the thought of women as equals to men or other respective uncomfortable ideas.

     This technique led me to a questioning of monogamy as a relationship style. This changing of opinion was massive and took place over long periods of time with periods of suppression of my feelings on the subject. The final change of opinion on the matter happened quite swiftly but it was preceded by years and years of slowly rotting foundation. The idea of monogamy was as a large structure propped up by myself, my religious values and my culture, with many different supports, some of which fell slowly over time, and some of which were removed quickly. Eventually enough had been removed that when my scrutiny to turned to the larger structure it was easy enough to see the trend and to change my mind about the subject as a whole. However, since this is a many faceted and complex journey, I have decided to talk about each of these subjects more or less individually, somewhat similar to the fashion that I experienced the change in myself. The first of these topics I would like to write about is one that I found caused me some of the most unnecessary pain in my thus far short life, relationship jealousy.

     I used to value jealousy in a relationship. I think I am not alone in this. There is a widespread support of jealousy as a healthy element of a relationship in popular culture. Nearly every song, movie or TV depiction of relationships point to jealousy as a signal of true care. Essentially the message is, "if your partner spends time with another person, you have got to show jealousy about that time not spent on you, or you are showing that you do not care about your partner." I took it for granted that if some a person was not jealous about their partner, it was a sign that they were no longer interested in continuing that relationship. I cultured jealousy within myself levels that made my partners uncomfortable and strangled the relationship. I did it in the name of love. How could I love them if I was not jealous?

     Even at the time I valued this jealousy, I noticed its negative effects. I tried to restrain myself from constant surveillance of my romantic partners' time and communications, that would be a rather overt negative effect, but there are many more subtle ways in which jealousy can hurt a relationship that we are trying to nurture. Jealousy is a symptom of insecurity, and my insecurity has caused plenty of damage to all sorts of relationships, romantic and otherwise. When I feel insecure/jealous I start doing things that sabotage my relationships. I assume that since a person could not possibly like me as much as I like them, I might as well not try. Its a sort of vicious circle where I might not invite a person to an activity because, due to my insecurity, I don't think they would want to be involved in an activity that involves me. This leads to a dampening on my relationship with that person, which in turn feeds into my insecurity, making the cycle begin again from an even more disconnected place. There are plenty of ways that jealousy in a relationship feels bad and hurts the relationship, but I tried to ignore them as much as possible. However, I am far too stubborn for the negative consequences of this belief in jealousy as a valuable asset to be enough to make me change my mind

     What did help me change my mind was learning that there were people who actually did live without jealousy as a relationship ideal. Jealousy as a valuable asset in a partner is really only present in the monogamous system of relationships. Monogamy is certainly the most common relationship style in the culture that surrounds me, but learning that there were other relationship styles that did not see jealousy as conducive to good relationships opened my mind to the fact I did not need jealousy. I don't mean to say that there is only one way to practice monogamy, and that way promotes jealousy, just that the way I understood it did. I had it so ingrained in my world view that I didn't see there even was another option. It took me actively scrutinizing the idea to realize that I could work on my insecurity, and that losing the symptom of jealousy would not only not be detrimental to my relationships but actually make them better. Changing my thought patterns was no easy task of course, but having realized the possibility, it was certainly less gargantuan. 

     Making this change of decision actually translate into a change in my life was a process of trying to understand exactly where my discomfort lied. I found that my jealousy was very vague and when I tried to find what exactly I felt jealous about, it was hard to nail down. This emphasized to me that I my jealousy was not fundamental, but was a symptom of insecurity. This was much more fundamental, and while difficult to overcome, it removed the pressure from the relationship and onto my self improvement journey. Internalizing the problem, recognizing that insecurity stems from within and is not on anybody else to fix, has allowed me to correct for it in my thought process. Just like any other systematic error or bias, recognizing its existence makes it much less powerful. When I have a thought that stems from insecurity, I can label it as such and give it less weight according. From here it is a much simpler problem. It requires effort, and training, but it is no longer some intractable issue with no solution. It becomes a matter of building the mental habit of correcting for that bias, just like any other recognized bias, and the benefits have definitely made such efforts valuable.

    I have seen the biggest change in my relationship with my wife of 6 years. My increased ability to manage my insecurity has allowed us to be far more open with each other. I no longer put the responsibility on her to police her communication with me or her actions for things that may create jealousy within me, but instead take responsibility for my own feelings. I do still occasionally feel jealousy, but acknowledging it as an error in thought, to be talked through as such, allows fixes to be implemented without judgement. Instead of "You did this thing, and it made me jealous," the discussion can be more "I have this feeling, can you help me see why I do not need to be insecure?"I no longer have to get in the way of the help I need by making there a "thing that has been done wrong" (and definitely not by me), but instead can ask for help in correcting my bias towards discounting my own value. It is incredible what more you can get when you treat a partner as a partner and not as an enemy.




Some resources I have found helpful on changing your mind, and on jealousy:

















How to Actually Change Your Mind