The etymological root of Matrix is also the root for Mother, and Matter. The root of Pattern just happens to be the same root as Father. When viewed in a dualistic system, we find the chaos/matrix (all apologies to
fenwickrysen) is the primordial void that is shaped by the underlying mathematical principle/order of pattern. This pattern, is also known in Chinese as Li, which means principle. Chi, is the "stuff" of which everything is made, and Li is the organizational principle. The spermatikos logos of pattern inseminates the material ova. The language of nature, mathematics, informs and encodes upon the surface of dense material.
All encodings require a substrate upon which to etch themselves.
There is a process by which we perceive familiar patterns within seemingly random elements. The prime example is seeing an image in clouds. We tend to find faces in many things. Hence the picture of Satan in the smoke from the WTC attacks and such things. I was reading in Alan Watts "Tao: The Watercourse Way" that this was called "eidetic vision" however, when looking for more information, this does not appear to be the correct definition. I think he meant eidetic vision was more like scrying. Seeing things in wood grain, but in order to prophesy. Similar things, I suppose. I can imagine that the wood grain is but a product of the universal wave function, and that to observe the natural ebb and flow as recorded in wood grain, or the waves, is just a way to view a microcosm of the larger pattern.
Anyways, to get back on track: This ordering of chaos into known/familiar elements made me ponder reality in the sense of chaos and order. What if reality truly is chaotic. What I mean by this is imagine a cloud of stuff. And imagine we live in that cloud.(No puns intended)... Now, what is the process by which order arises out of this chaotic seething mass? Instead of there being actual things, it is instead perception and consciousness that gives rise to things(nothing new here)... That it is some sort of recollection of the familiar within this whirling mass of chaos that gives rise to being. Just as I can see a man hunched over in the dripping patterns on the bathroom walls where I work, so can I see an old man leaning on his cane in real life. He is in reality part of the great chaos, but my mind observes patterns within the chaos as something beyond mere randomness. This, of course, then leads us into a sort of neo-platonic idealism. How can something be recognized as familiar unless there is some sort of archetype that allows for this recognition. I cannot recognize the hunched over man on the walls without observing it in "real life", and if the matrix/pattern theory I'm espousing here is true, then the man I observe waiting for the bus is derived from a higher order archetype.
We could get into Morphogenetic Fields as the cause of forms, if one would like, though I'm not familiar enough with that theory.
I like thinking of myself as some pattern moving amongst many others and my consciousness being the prime patternmaker(the father?)...
Language must play a role in all this. Language is the process whereby the pattern is inscribed. It is the key to forming the patterns. We then of course get into the whole Logos thing.
I'm just rambling on here. I don't really believe any of this anyways, just some fun shit to spread around. Maybe it'll get you thinking. Maybe not. whatever.
All encodings require a substrate upon which to etch themselves.
There is a process by which we perceive familiar patterns within seemingly random elements. The prime example is seeing an image in clouds. We tend to find faces in many things. Hence the picture of Satan in the smoke from the WTC attacks and such things. I was reading in Alan Watts "Tao: The Watercourse Way" that this was called "eidetic vision" however, when looking for more information, this does not appear to be the correct definition. I think he meant eidetic vision was more like scrying. Seeing things in wood grain, but in order to prophesy. Similar things, I suppose. I can imagine that the wood grain is but a product of the universal wave function, and that to observe the natural ebb and flow as recorded in wood grain, or the waves, is just a way to view a microcosm of the larger pattern.
Anyways, to get back on track: This ordering of chaos into known/familiar elements made me ponder reality in the sense of chaos and order. What if reality truly is chaotic. What I mean by this is imagine a cloud of stuff. And imagine we live in that cloud.(No puns intended)... Now, what is the process by which order arises out of this chaotic seething mass? Instead of there being actual things, it is instead perception and consciousness that gives rise to things(nothing new here)... That it is some sort of recollection of the familiar within this whirling mass of chaos that gives rise to being. Just as I can see a man hunched over in the dripping patterns on the bathroom walls where I work, so can I see an old man leaning on his cane in real life. He is in reality part of the great chaos, but my mind observes patterns within the chaos as something beyond mere randomness. This, of course, then leads us into a sort of neo-platonic idealism. How can something be recognized as familiar unless there is some sort of archetype that allows for this recognition. I cannot recognize the hunched over man on the walls without observing it in "real life", and if the matrix/pattern theory I'm espousing here is true, then the man I observe waiting for the bus is derived from a higher order archetype.
We could get into Morphogenetic Fields as the cause of forms, if one would like, though I'm not familiar enough with that theory.
I like thinking of myself as some pattern moving amongst many others and my consciousness being the prime patternmaker(the father?)...
Language must play a role in all this. Language is the process whereby the pattern is inscribed. It is the key to forming the patterns. We then of course get into the whole Logos thing.
I'm just rambling on here. I don't really believe any of this anyways, just some fun shit to spread around. Maybe it'll get you thinking. Maybe not. whatever.
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Date: 2002-11-25 07:46 pm (UTC)We get into all the paradoxes and things like the Platonic model (which, as you probably know, just goes to an infinite regression, anyhow) simply because we're just monkeys and we have to perceive small while thinking big. Chaos and order and such are just our own values, a viewpoint. Self-centered stuff dreamed up by primates in the end, I think.
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Date: 2002-11-25 07:58 pm (UTC)Thinking big. I've always wondered if we could step outside time. We are finite creatures, with a finite view of reality. Trapped in the linear view of time. If we could step out, would we just see one big mess of static things, a collusion of single "frames" of reality all stacked on top of one another? Our vantage point as a finite species is both a blessing and a curse, but again, these are value judgements.
I think the reason we get into things like the Platonic model is because we are striving to find order. That is one explanation for order, amongst many others. The security that comes from knowing there is an order. For some reason, speaking of coherency, I'm not very coherent right now.
I think the point where you said "When the portion we're observing conforms to some expectation on our part, we call it "orderly," and when it doesn't, we call it "chaotic." is exactly the point I'm trying to make. The expectation is the model with which we're trying to make the observation fit, and if it doesn't fit, it's chaotic. Our minds are finite machines(if you're a reductionist. Myself, I'm not sure either way) And as such, they can never contain more than the larger machine they're running in(ie: the universe), hence to emulate the complete model of the universe in it's totality is never possible. Hence, there will always be some sort of chaos.
This also overlooks the other major point. Both chaos and order require each other. One cannot exist without the other. The concept of order implies chaos and vice versa. Umm... Blah dee blah... :)
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Date: 2002-11-26 05:48 am (UTC)Mr. T used to be cool,,what happened?
(i'm going to write you an email)