“Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind.” “I am convinced that He (God) does not play dice.” -Albert Einstein- Oh well. At least life is so good in this country we have the time to dedicate political discourse and web page design to the idea of whether or not people should be allowed to TALK about God.
-tomtsunami
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An elaborate spoof on Intelligent Design, The Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster is neither too elaborate nor too spoofy to succeed in nailing the fallacies of ID. It's even wackier than Jonathan Swift's suggestion that the Irish eat their children as a way to keep them from being a burden, and it may offend just as many people, but Henderson, described elsewhere as a 25-year-old "out-of-work physics major," puts satire to the same serious use that Swift did. Oh, yes, it is very funny. -- Scientific American
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OH…Stephen Hawking’s such a wonderful professor with incredibly great credentials. Wow…too bad, we’ve already drowned his credibility out here: http://www.creationontheweb.com/content/view/718/
And the string theory is unstring here: http://www.creationontheweb.com/content/view/4451/
So yeah…big deal!
THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE IT!
Oh GOD he’s moved onto this thread. Hey doc! Some of them are just for fun.
“nice little lingos we’ve got going on here. Why not take your own advice sometime :). Practice what you preach.”
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This is probably the shortest thing he’s ever posted. And *still*, I recognise all the words, but don’t understand a damn word.
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Whaddaya gonna do?
@ Fr. C.C did I pass?
@Alchemist:
You mean about Schrodinger and His Cat? Sure you passed (I guess. I don’t know enough about it to pass anyone). Sorry I didn’t answer earlier, I haven’t been on-line much because of the US Thanksgiving holiday.
Actually I was just curious to hear other opinions, so thanks for giving yours. I think you may be right; that it is a technical version of Berkleys ‘tree falling’. Whitehead believed that there is a continuity of ‘experience’ all the way down a long chain from sentient creatures to inanimate objects. ‘Experience’ increases in intensity in more highly organized entities. For example, a worm has experience, but it probably doesn’t think much. He believed that the basic building blocks of the universe are ‘sparks of experience’ that are organized at different levels of integration. The organizational aspect of his philosophy goes very well with organizationally based sciences like chaos theory and so he’s experiencing a bit of a renaissance.
The cat problem is interesting because it brings out some of the most counterintuitive aspects of quantum mechanics. I’m with you (at least I think this is what you meant) that it’s neither ‘the observer or the subject that collapses the waveform’. The idea of the waveform collapsing when it is observed is just too new-age for my taste.
We rebel at the idea that the cat is indeterminately dead or alive because that’s not the way things work in our experience. We always experience being EITHER dead or alive, so either the math or our experience must wrong. I suspect that our probability state IS indeterminate in some way, but in ways that we don’t directly experience, as in a multiple universe type scenario.
When a person begins to understand the implications of the fundamental sciences, the god of the bible shrinks into a joke or a child’s fantasy, and that’s one of the objections I have to that god.
@Penne and Anna: Why are you so prejudiced against us poor clowns? Why do you hate us so? *sob, sniff* It’s not like its a choice exactly. One day I realized that I wasn’t like other kids. I wanted to wear big shoes and toot a horn and paint a big smile on my white face and wear a false nose and big fuzzy buttons. I fought those urges for years and then one day I released my inner clown!!
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We clowns need love too. Toot-toot!!!
Hmmmm,but if you’ve waited three weeks to open the box, you can pretty much guess the out come.
Fr. Corpus Callosum, I can’t say anything for Anna but for me it is a long story.I’ll tell you my twisted tale someday when I have more time.You’ll get a kick out of it,I promise.
Fr. C.C. - The thing that gets me about the cat paradox is that it cannot work. The cat is a macroscopic entity and as such a quantum mechanical interpretation cannot apply. The observer (wo/man) collapses the waveform because they are outside of the equation. Isn’t the cat?
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As many have posted - how the hell did he get the cat in the box?
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Sorry if I sounded confrontational with my last post - lack of sleep, not aimed at you (sorry)
Albert Einstein was wrong and God IS PLAYING WITH DICE. This quote refers to the QEM (eg. Quantum Theory), that Einstein refused to accept till his demise. And this theory was proved correct nowadays.
Get it right and stop manipulating Albert Einstein’s comments:
“It was, of course, a lie what you read about my religious convictions, a lie which is being systematically repeated. I do not believe in a personal God and I have never denied this but have expressed it clearly. If something is in me which can be called religious then it is the unbounded admiration for the structure of the world so far as our science can reveal it.” (Albert Einstein, 1954) From Albert Einstein: The Human Side, edited by Helen Dukas and Banesh Hoffman, Princeton University Press
@Fr CC: “I suspect that our probability state IS indeterminate in some way, but in ways that we don’t directly experience, as in a multiple universe type scenario.”
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You know, I’ve got a little pet theory about certain ephemeral experiences that most people can relate to, but science is (currently) unable to explain properly. You know that feeling when you just *know* you’re being watched? Or that feeling that ’someone just walked over my grave’, when there’s a deep chill inside and your hairs bristle and your senses sharpen, for no apparent reason? Or when you experience déjà vu? Well, ever since I read about probability waves collapsing when an observation is made, I’ve wondered if things like déjà vu *are* occasions when we are briefly aware of alternate realities or uncollapsed wave functions.
The ’scientific’ theories I’ve read about déjà vu, for instance (temporal epilepsy, the brain processing an image from one eye faster than the other and storing it as memory, similarity of situation to a previous experience, mistake) don’t really satisfy on any level. I’m sure my little theory is way more stupid and flawed than the current best guesses, though.
OK, here’s my story: Once upon a time,about three weeks ago,not so far away,two blocks down and turn right at the stop sign,keep going till you see a giant lobster holding a tray of breadrolls and drive behind the drive-thru ,up the dirt road till you get to the haunted fairground and your there! Ahemm,now my town was alway a quite and peaceful place but thanks to a toxic circus spill by a derailed train,a number of rabid clowns had escaped into the area and were making increased attacks on the good people of “insert my town’s name here”. Folks were scared,real scared. It wasn’t bad enough that every time they walked down the street they had to worry about some freak with a flower coming up and squirting them in the eye,they were dousing people in there good work clothes with disappearing ink,silly string,and the dreaded banana cream pie. But we’re a good people,a tolerant people.Just let them have their fun we said,they’re not hurting anyone,or,just ignor them and they’ll go away.But they didn’t go away,they got bigger,stronger,WACKIER.And then, when they started entering folks homes in the night and putting their left hand in warm water,or filling both palms with shaving cream,we knew something had to be done. So I gathered up a small army of hall moniters,libraians,meter maids and the waitresses from the local Hooters joint,all of whom had a deep and abidding hatered for the rainbow-wigged menace that we were about to engage. We long suspected they had a nest in the old haunted fairgrounds out back of Smitty’s Lobster Shack so we gather some weapons,math books,Mr.Clean and some assorted boomerangs(everyone knows a clown can’t handle a come-back)and made our way down the old dirt road. -stay tuned,more to come…….
Penne, I am on the edge of my seat! What happened next?
That’s when I suddenly decided…………………..I’ll tell you tomorrow;>
“Penne, I am on the edge of my seat! What happened next?”
Likewise! do tell us more of your perilous and heroic tale!
-As we entered the fairgrounds we noticed how quite it was,way too quite for escaped circus clowns or rowdy fifth graders according to the hall monitors,and although the libraians seemed pleased and said we should leave some gold stars and call it a day,we decided to proceed with caution. Just as we were approching the hot dog stand,we suddenly heard the squeaky clank of the front gate swinging shut…there was no turning back now, and no escape for the losers.One of the Hooters girls said she could hear music,so we all listened carefully for a moment and indeed we too heard the faint sound of carnival music ,wafting towards us from the darkness ahead.Silently we began to march forward,as the music got louder and louder some of the girls began to wisper ideas,one dumbass said we should spilt up and was quickly corrected with a much deserved bitch-slap”are you outta your ever love’n mind? Let’s just paint big red targets on our asses and bend over while we’re at it!” That shut that idea down and we continued as a group.Saddly our little dispute cost us because we hadn’t gone five steps when we were blinded by a ring of headlights.As I squinted my eyes I could just make out the outlines of six tiny cars.Then, to my horror,THEY started to emerge,all around us.Clowns,not one,not two,not even a dozen,-hundereds. At first they just stood there, hoonking their horns,telling corny one liners and giggleing like demented old fat ladies at a giant underwear sale.Then I noticed they were all turned slightly,watching,but for what? My hart filled with dread,I turned and strained to see a small VW approching,smaller then all the others. I knew this couldn’t be good. Whatever was in that car was bound to spell doom for all of us,we had to act now. I gave the order and all hell broke loose,mathbooks flew,squirtguns filled to the brim with Mr.Clean splashed away stuburn grease paint to the screams of hysterical clowns,while their pook-a-dotted brothers smugly ducked on-comming boomerangs,only to be cut down by a crack in the back of their fakely balded heads on the return trip. We were winning .I breathed deeply the smell burnning polyester wigs and wasted cream pies. Victory was at hand,but then came a sound that shocked all of my senses into alertness-the last car. It had taken it so long to arrive I had nearly forgotten it in the heat of battle.After all, 37 minutes was a long time to cover fifty feet. defeated and demoarilized clowns lay all around me, puking up cotton candy and chilly fries all over they’re starchy white neck-collars,my soldiers had gained new confidance and power from their swift victory,-what could one little car contain that could possibly challenge us now?…………..To Be Continued……..
-there,that’ll have to do ya till tomorrow.
Penne stop torturing us with suspense!
Oh come on Penne! Tell the rest! This is riveting stuff!
@ Fr. CC- No reason particularly, they’re just creepy.