“I come upon my cross of perdition.” Might a been what Jesus would have said if he had wanted to illustrate his inevitable reality. Of course he did not see it that way, his difficult path forward was a road to divine salvation; or at least he thought that. In this sort of situations the truth doesn’t matter and so I come upon my cross of perdition.
Then again, in any and all cases, the truth doesn’t really matter and that is what I have been trying to say all along, because what truly matters in the end is what one believes and more what the herd believes; hence the reason why being normal is easier than not. If one doesn’t respect Jesus because of what he believed one must for sure respect him for his irresistible sense of belief.
So here I come to apologize for waging an all out campaign against the entire scientific establishment. I should equally apologize to the capitalists for my incessant harassment but I refuse to invoke such apology not on any reasonable grounds just simply my own impishness.
Yes Darwin, I am sorry, it seems right my cats evolved from rats and rats from garden snakes, hence the eating chains; birds and oil from dinosaurs and personally I like monkeys. Copernicus, (was he really a scientist?) sorry none the less; Newton, I like to apologize not only for my rancorous accusations against your insensibilities, I would also like to apologize on behalf of the belligerent William Blake whom I might say is now dead and is not able to say sorry in person. Though as you might imagine he sent me a ghastly metaphysical apparition explaining that if I don’t apologize to Sir Isaac, Sir Blake is doomed to purgatory.
Yes, yes, I apologize to all, Einstein deserves an individual apology, I am deeply sorry subtracted from all points of reference. Max Planck, enviable institute, “Quantum” wished I thought of that susceptibly-touchy-feely theory, Planck length nothing short, and so my constant 6.6260755 x 10-34 joule second apologies. Need I mention Bohr, sorry too, and, though I can’t remember his name, that Monk that studied peas, and Tesla, he was a scientist too, alternating current wow, thank you both. Sorry Copernicus. Galileo (A man that took misunderstanding to the bank.) Hats off to you. All the fathers of medicine thank you for figuring out that it wasn’t ichor but blood running through me veins; oh and compliments for the very telling symbol you’ve chosen for your profession.
I reserve a special, I am so very, very sorry to all the technologists which have through the use of their method accomplished the acceleration that will sunder capitalism. Certainly email and the internet will undo themselves in time, but not before ending the idyllic separations that make capitalist thought possible.
Separately, I apologize to Sigmund Freud, a man who knew how to make an industry of his fear of women, and marvelously turned his inhibitions into a science. Very much like Director Woody Allen, a master of the concept: stay in your room forever punishment, has succeeded in locking people up in his cute masochistic-feminine-sterile psyche.
Karl Jung, his prodigal disciple wouldn’t want me to ask for an apology, he was trying to get away from science and performed Oedipus drama on Freud. Rather I admonish Jung as a faithless psychologist that was always trying to get something third-eye like into psyche; apparently wholly unaware that the mystical is beyond psychology for obvious reasons. To both Freud and Jung my apologies and compliments especially for pinning psychology to the experimental straightjacket. If not an accomplishment certainly magic.
I won’t apologize to Quantum, as a science, sense I have always believed that it is because of quantum that a universe without science may exist.
I don’t have to apologize to Leonardo Da Vinci because while he was a scientists he was also everything else human.
Oh, there are so many and my name calling knowledge so uncivilized, so I propose that all the living scientists, (the last of their species if this book is a success,) thank all of their peers and ancestors for all their time and fine contributions, for finding the edge of the universe, for discovering all of the elements, for measuring the speed of light, and more gratitude to the continental derailment of the metaphysical and the aesthetic and please beg with all atoms that they forgive my trespasses as I have learnt to forgive theirs.
I am aware that this is perhaps not necessarily a calendrical apology but it is well meant. See the other day, I was writing away and it hit me, damn them scientists! It is just that they are firm believers in their belief! Only in fact more proof that belief is everything, they irrationally believe that they can explain the entire universe from the macro to the micro, to why fifteen year olds are promiscuous. Just ask science. And I am complaining! No, no, I am the one that is wrong, there is no better evidence for my theories than the existence and persistence of science against all other factorable realities and truths.
Imagine me coming over to your house tonight, for dinner, to request funding for an atom smashing supercollider so as to prove the existence of particles that don’t exist anymore because they require the kind of cosmic energy that hasn’t been naturally around since the birth of the universe. And when I am done experimenting, you will see the primal origins evidence as jolly-proof-positive that I was right; even as you won’t comprehend it. That kind of backward thinking to the days of the Big Bang is faithful forward funding futurology.
After realizing the supra-grandness of all that I had to apologize to what can amount to exhibit A of successful irrationality. I then went on a lynching expedition to hang myself for considering science my true enemy. Trying to figure how I could have been so blinded to the evidence by pure hate; though Nixon had already graphically explained the emotional concept to an entire nation and world. I decided to use Nietzschean autoimmune destructiveness to seek my inner daemons and to skin them down to the gut and place them, as one might a good build of tea, against some desert sun.
What were my conclusions? Again to judge oneself is a primal wrong, but to judge others is even more wrongful, scientists do not pause to judge themselves, they instead see the discovery of their errors as a rational-logical corrective secular and knowledge bound approach towards the ultimate truth, hence why there is no need for personal reproach.
Newton might have been all wrong about gravity but he wasn’t all wrong about loving science. He used science to be wrong; whereas Jesus used religion to be wrong, scientists can’t see the point of Jesus; and probably for the same reason that Jesus can’t see the point of scientists. Any scientist is allowed to prove any other scientist wrong as long as he is using science to do it - he is being true to his peers, true to the organization, true to the institution and mindful of heritage. In much the same way, and no different indeed, Jesus could certainly forgive the Pope and the entire Catholic church for being unequivocally wrong as long as they continue to have faith in the ten commandments.
Every book has to come to an end, and this revelation and its accompanying apology must invariably end this one. It would be unfair to summarize the concepts behind these pages, each chapter is an isolated universe that composes all of the work and all of the work composes every chapter. Neither are possible without each other hence the reason why they each summarize all.
If you walk away voided from the need to comprehend, you are setting root to the antidote for something we can’t prove is a sickness, only that it makes us feel badly; the perfection of truth.
