I was in conversation with one of our mathematicians today. She told me, there's no math for politics, but there's plenty of politics in math. "You can't use an algorithm to determine your truth," she said, "and this has bugged me since grade school: what is real?" Perception and phenomenology have fascinated me since I was too young to understand what I was looking at (pardon the pun). The act of seeing something, the nerves firing, the whole process of attaching a memory, instinct, feeling, action, whatever to a stimulus, the way we find things in our brain....
Someone says, hey, the sun is yellow. It's not, not at all. But they say it is, and the majority of the world believes them. So anyone who says, hey, the sun is actually white, or, hey, it's a collection of every color, or hey, it's purple, these people are "not right" according to popular authority. But what if, say, almost everyone said "Hey, Bush is stupid" and almost everyone said "Hey, Bush is smarter than we think" and both groups had compelling evidence.
How compelling? No actual proof, but damn fine circumstantial evidence, third-hand stuff, stuff from reporters, etc. Who do you believe? Which chain of fictions do you bind to?
Absolutes exist in labs, on paper, in certain math and certain science and certain artificial systems. But humanity has no real absolutes. Humanity is a messy fucking ball of chaos, filled with beliefs and perception based on available evidence and faith and understanding and solutions that can't fit organic systems and popular culture, and the rise of too much data with too little analysis.
If I tell you I am staring at a box invented strictly to control my purchasing habits, you could point out the technical neutrality of HDTV, and we could go 'round and 'round about the common psychological models that we both fit, and in the end?
We're both seeing murky ghosts under a layer of perception so thickly blanketed with our past learning that no other person could understand it.
So, how do we even form a consensus? Well, we have to agree to shut the fuck up. We have to concede, give up, exchange or change, improve, but generally twist our view.
Or we can silo ourselves, for whatever reason, and refuse to have anything affect our narrow view.
Any of it is OK, in so much as any judgment can be applied to something subjective. In the end, we live and die forming alliances with our perceptions, finding what we think are facts and absolutes in a world of chaos and unrestrained noise.
So: 9/11 was a conspiracy. I mean, it actually was: it involved a group of people secretly conspiring to fly planes into buildings. Now, was the conspiracy constrained to just the terror cell that carried it out?
Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, the fundamental questions about belief, politics, country, doctrine, and faith are all a blast to see played out by a group of people so violent about outsider thinking. Sure, he's wrong. You're wrong. We're all wrong. But all those shades of wrong are just goddamn fascinating.
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