I always thought it might be interesting to propose a "Quantum Gospel" church, that proposed that entanglement is a better metaphor than salvation, and that collapsing the wave function made more sense than judgment.
This is a quite brilliant conceit, sir. Please, to quote Captain Picard: 'Make it so.' By that, I mean some creative manifestation of bringing this evocative inspiration to life as a novella, short film, etc. Or maybe if you'd like some help fleshing it out—and I finally get some breathing space after my upcoming release of a couple documentaries and FINALLY breach-birthing a "sorta memoir" into the world—I could offer a shoulder to the wheel of some offbeat manifestation of this inspiring riff. Onwards into the singularity! PS: Of course, maybe Isaac Asimov already got there with his essential short story "The Last Question": https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Last_Question
I longed to hear that music, imperfect though it may have been. Hope you do those sessions more often to improve your chops. Nice snaps, likewise the church. I grew up in a resolutely mainstream WV Protestant church—all Bach and Handel with hellfire and damnation unknown—the kind of church I suspect the House of Prayer wishes to let you know it is distinctly not.
I began to fall out of the Holy Roman Catholic Church about age 13. At about age 21, I had to list my religious affiliation on a federal form and wrote: 'Roman Catholic, retired.' But Gregorian Chant music still rivets me, while the odd and offbeat Christian mystic like Meister Eckhart blew the barn doors off my brain as a young man and still does. Plus, Thomas Merton's "Zen and the Birds of Appetite" (brought back to the house from my mother's new job at Waldenbooks at the local mall when I was in my middle teens) was a personal invitation to walk over the bridge from Western Christian theorizing—if not theocracy—and into the texts and teachings of early Buddhist thought. (I eventually skipped from Zen to Theravada, where my butt rests on its cushion now). It has taken me most of my life to even baby-grok Merton's ecumenical, cross-textual open-mindedness. But I took it as an invite to go out for a stroll, while still looking over my shoulder at what I left behind. And pondering what I dub 'The Great Mystery,' because SOMETHING is certainly going on here. My personal view is that the universe was designed by a possibly drunk group of ill-supervised, brilliant artists. ("Hey, guys, what do you think about this thing I just sketched?!? I call it a 'giraffe' ....!!!")
I always thought it might be interesting to propose a "Quantum Gospel" church, that proposed that entanglement is a better metaphor than salvation, and that collapsing the wave function made more sense than judgment.
This is a quite brilliant conceit, sir. Please, to quote Captain Picard: 'Make it so.' By that, I mean some creative manifestation of bringing this evocative inspiration to life as a novella, short film, etc. Or maybe if you'd like some help fleshing it out—and I finally get some breathing space after my upcoming release of a couple documentaries and FINALLY breach-birthing a "sorta memoir" into the world—I could offer a shoulder to the wheel of some offbeat manifestation of this inspiring riff. Onwards into the singularity! PS: Of course, maybe Isaac Asimov already got there with his essential short story "The Last Question": https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Last_Question
I longed to hear that music, imperfect though it may have been. Hope you do those sessions more often to improve your chops. Nice snaps, likewise the church. I grew up in a resolutely mainstream WV Protestant church—all Bach and Handel with hellfire and damnation unknown—the kind of church I suspect the House of Prayer wishes to let you know it is distinctly not.
I began to fall out of the Holy Roman Catholic Church about age 13. At about age 21, I had to list my religious affiliation on a federal form and wrote: 'Roman Catholic, retired.' But Gregorian Chant music still rivets me, while the odd and offbeat Christian mystic like Meister Eckhart blew the barn doors off my brain as a young man and still does. Plus, Thomas Merton's "Zen and the Birds of Appetite" (brought back to the house from my mother's new job at Waldenbooks at the local mall when I was in my middle teens) was a personal invitation to walk over the bridge from Western Christian theorizing—if not theocracy—and into the texts and teachings of early Buddhist thought. (I eventually skipped from Zen to Theravada, where my butt rests on its cushion now). It has taken me most of my life to even baby-grok Merton's ecumenical, cross-textual open-mindedness. But I took it as an invite to go out for a stroll, while still looking over my shoulder at what I left behind. And pondering what I dub 'The Great Mystery,' because SOMETHING is certainly going on here. My personal view is that the universe was designed by a possibly drunk group of ill-supervised, brilliant artists. ("Hey, guys, what do you think about this thing I just sketched?!? I call it a 'giraffe' ....!!!")