Paperdove - Partly about beer. All about me.

I used to be close to reality. Really, I did. I'd tickle her a little, and she tell me something true -- insane, amazing things. A feather will drop just as quickly as a bowling ball, in a vacuum. We are all made up of tissue and bone, which is made up of molecules, which are comprised of atoms.

Deep down, we are all atoms.

Sure, reality is stingy with her secrets. We know that atoms are made up of protons and neutrons and electrons, and those are further comprised of quarks. Below that, things get a little hazy. We have a bestiary of fermions and bosons, all living in the realm of the quantum. And here, reality has said little.

Then there's information theory, which deals with relationships of matter and energy. Here, reality has said much about evolution, but she has revealed only tantalizing bits about the origins of the first self-replicating chemicals.

And the deep cosmos! Reality waxes poetic about the vastness of her bounds, containing 14 billion years of matter and energy and galaxies and suns and black holes and planets and the echoing whispers of her birth. It's all there, and she's told us many of its basic truths. But she's said nothing of life on other planets, and she's only given us the broad outlines of her birth. It's as if she's a little shy on the subject. As if she hasn't brazenly laid herself out across the universe, naked as the day she was born.

But now, it turns out that reality is a lying bitch.

I've read the wrong books. You know, the ones that describe the scientific process, the ones that demonstrate the way to learn about reality is to actually observe her, think about her, make predictions, and see if those predictions turn out to be true or not? The ones that claim that all modern progress, from germ theory to computers to the wonders of modern medicine, are based solely on application of the scientific method?

They're wrong.

I put way too much faith in the scientific method. Sure, it's good at getting reality to tell us a little bit about herself. But that doesn't work at all, because she's a lying bitch.

How do I know?

Allow me to quote from a proper textbook, "Biology for Christian Schools," published by Bob Jones University, and intended for homeschoolers:

revealed truth - that which is revealed in scripture, whether or not man has scientifically proved it. If it is in the bible, it is already true.

fallacy - that which contradicts god's revealed truth, no matter how scientific, how commonly believed, or how apparently workable or logical it may seem.


Fucking reality. She used to be a friend of mine.