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This post is about a question dear to my heart, the relationship between the exterior and the interior of the Kosmos [by Kosmos I mean all that surrounds us], this is viewed by the young girl that I was, roughly age 10. So here is an early age scientific tale…which maybe will let us make a most wanted bridge between Science and Spirit !
It is a great day for little C, first day of the new school year. She has just received a fantastic present, a beautiful plastic scale, a square ruler…she like everything about it, the plastic texture, the beautiful square angle. This just a wonderful tool and little C is perfectly happy, she loves the squares, she loves school, life has reached some perfection of happiness. The ruler does not cease to fascinate her imagination. It has some marks on it, very reassuring ones. With them one can know distances for sure. Isn’t it written on the rulers by adults ? they let us know for sure whether a piece of paper is one cm long or 2 cm long, or 10 cm or ever greater, like 30 or 50 cms. Whether the window of the room is 20 cms or 5 cms long. This is just wonderful. She can measure all her toys, all that belongs to her. She can not only know how long is any object in the room, but she can add the length of two toys put close together, like her beloved little monkey and the fluffy bear.
It is when she starts to notice something very intriguing. The more she looks at the scale the more it is mysterious. There is one mark here for sure, and then later there is another mark and between, the scale is saying “ 1 cm”. Is it for sure 1 cm ? I mean sure sure ? certain ? how about a little bit more a little bit less ? the writings on the scale for sure bear a huge authority with them but is it really real, really for sure ? A terrible doubt starts to enter her mind. The more she looks at the two marks, the more the certainly of the reality of the cm is starting to fade. Her beloved fluffy monkey is for real, that is for sure, as well as the fluffy bear, but the distance between the two marks of the scale, the 1 cm … how to know for sure that it is real, that it is right ? well, Ok there are 9 little marks in between the two intervals which mark the 1 cm length, each of them is 1 mm. So doesn’t it show that all the small 1 mm marks do add up to one 1 cm ? isn’t it enough to prove the existence of the 1 cm ? for sure the small marks will add up, but then, how to be sure that between two 1 mm marks is really 1 mm ? the fall from then is vertiginous, indeed if she cuts 1 mm into smaller pieces they will add up, but how to know for sure that each smaller piece will be exactly the size that is written for them ? how to connect to this size , how to be certain ? she is perplexed and the more the thinks of it the less certain she is, she finds absolutely nothing inside her to tell her for sure that 1 cm is the reality. The only thing for sure is that it is written not he scale, and that “everyone knows about it”. Beyond this, an infinite space is now opening itself between the two marks of the scale. Those two marks seem now to float in some inscrutable infinite space, like two lighthouses in the sea. She doesn’t know any more… she feels strangely compelled by this mystery, very attracted, as if some incredibly wonderful hidden secret was just under the the cover of “what things seem to be”, but that somehow things are not at all what they seem like, and that distances are never finite but hide a whole universe, a whole infinity in the hollow of their concretion. The world is wonderfully mysterious and nobody could have guessed how mysterious indeed it is. It is a bit scary too…
And then suddenly something happens, suddenly the she switches back to the normal square, suddenly it is trivial that this distance between the two marks is 1 cm. Everyone knows it and she feels she always knew it. She also knows before thinking how to add all those lengths and how to subtract and how to do wonderful operations with them. Suddenly the world is so reassuring, she know “everything” there is to know. A square is simply a square and she can talk about it and use it…
Oh! this wonderful world of science and technique, where “things” are finite, and measurable, and calculable and representable, and talk-able and doable. Oh! this wonderful world of objects, of possession, of prehension, of having, of counting, of making things work out, one into another.
Little C became a scientist.
Twenty five years later, a beautiful morning, she woke up and the Infinite was once again at her door. This mysterious sense of Otherness was calling, unmistakably, and the part of herself who didn’t know about the distance, knew with the most Absolute certainty that the Call from the Otherness was Real.
Is there an interior to every-thing ? how do we know about it ? is the interior infinite ?
hummm…. what do you say ?