Sep 11 1996 1:53 AM EDT
Dear rh--
I liked this thought of yours>
>Mathematical symbols exclude metaphor in order to demonstrate
>metaphoric propositions without adding an unwonted flavor of
their own.
>Ideally, math is a non-metaphoric language, though in a vanilla
world
>everything must of necessity retain some trace of vanilla.
In thinking about Whitehead's definition of Novelty I recently had
occasion to go back and reread how he approached this most central
and mathematical of all the concepts in his metaphysics. it was
interesting.
He said: "These ultimate notions of 'production of novelty' and
'concrete togetherness' are inexplicable either in terms of higher
universals or in terms of the components participating in the
concrescence. The analysis of the components abstracts from the
concrescence. The sole appeal is to intuition. (Process and Reality,
p. 26)"
"The sole appeal is to intuition." I hold that thought. That this
most mathematical of gentlemen, this paragon of the rational, knew,
and stated, this obvious fact about process and reality is somehow
fundamentally reassuring. Godel's Incommensurability Theorem, or
whatever it is called these days, makes it important to acknowledge
just how shaky and provisional the noetic enterprise is, at best.
Science is the worst offender here, playing dirty pool and assuming a
commanding and overbearing expertise in areas where it actually is no
more deeply endowed with wisdom than are other modes of thought.
Best,
T
September13, 1996
Terence,
take me to your worst offender! Anything absolute enough will at
least engender its opposite. It's those half baked offenders who
merely defend the postulates of those who have, in their own terms,
dared to be emphatically
wrong, who cause the trouble. By trouble I
mean: tedious lackluster benightedness. Sometimes I more than half
believe that if an idea is wrong enough in a right enough way,
reality stretches to accommodate it. Maybe there was no relativity
before Einstein and the sun simply shined directly on us rather than
taking 9 minutes to reach Terra at 186,000 mps. This is true in the
blessed world of metaphor and music. Certainly in dreams. Necessarily
in hyperspace, or we'll never touch the cool sweet surface of stars,
as we must and therefore will. If God meant us to live in Los
Angeles, He wouldn't have given us categorical imperatives.
rh
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