Sunday, March 29, 2009

Some thoughts on non-overlapping magisteria and other philosophical issues from a soon to be Art Therapist


DISCLAIMER: Obviously, I am not a scientist of any kind and have no formal (or informal really) education on the complexities and various fields of science. Feel free to laugh at my questions and statements or enlighten me to scientific theory or fact that may help me to see things a different way or even perhaps answer some questions I may pose. All that said, here’s my verbal rant/philosophical inquiry:

This morning Tice and I watched a debate between Richard Dawkins (an atheist Evolutionary Biologist) and John Lennox (a theist mathematician and science philosopher). The debate was really not so much of a debate as Dawkins defending the ideals he espouses in his book “The God Delusion”. Though I had many thoughts about the debate, there is one main thought that is wracking my brain. The discussion they had about non-overlapping magisteria really got me thinking.

For those of you who do not know, non-overlapping magesteria or NOMA is an idea that came about from Stephen Gould (paleontologist, evolutionary biologist, and historian of science) who in his book Rocks of Ages defines the term magisterium as "a domain where one form of teaching holds the appropriate tools for meaningful discourse and resolution" and the NOMA principle is "the magisterium of science covers the empirical realm: what the Universe is made of (fact) and why does it work in this way (theory). The magisterium of religion extends over questions of ultimate meaning and moral value. These two magisteria do not overlap, nor do they encompass all inquiry (consider, for example, the magisterium of art and the meaning of beauty)”. Basically, the idea is that the science is the how and religion is the why and the two cannot coexist.

Richard Dawkins argued in this debate that he disagrees with Stephen Gould and that the two cannot be exclusive of each other. He, of course, uses this to compliment his atheistic views. I have to say, that though I am not an atheist, I tend to think I may agree with him. Let me explain why.

If we look at science, the world of empirical evidence, there are many rules and laws that we live by, that many people use as evidence to support the unlikelihood of the existence of a supreme creator being. I would like to use empirical evidence to suggest that a supreme creator being is just as likely as not. I want to take a look at a couple of Newton’s laws.

First there is Newton’s law of reciprocal actions, the idea of every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Everything has its opposite: man woman, hot cold, light dark. Obviously as we all know, the world is not so simple – or “black and white”. There is much more texture and complexity to everything. However, it is without a doubt that we see there exists these extremes. SO, I propose that since we as humans exist in a physical world, we must also exist in a non-physical world. According to scientific law this should be true. Am I right?

Second, there is Newton’s law of inertia, the idea that an object at rest remains at rest and an object in motion will remain in motion unless acted on by an unbalanced force. Science might use this to explain how the world came to be, i.e. the Big Bang Theory. The flaw in using this as fact is in the very name of the concept. It is only a theory. So, could it be that there was a being that set everything in motion? Well, it is as possible as any other scientific theory out there.

I would like to further expand on this idea of inertia. I do not know if the following concept is a theory in existence or not, but I think it interesting to ponder. It seems that everything in the universe seems to move towards order. You might explain this as micro evolution or adaptation. But, basically, everything moves towards order. To use humans as an example, we are born to a very over-stimulating world, and as we grow we organize more and more the world around us. We organize sounds into speech and song, we organize information and process them into application. It seems that plants and animals do this as well. You could look at every thing on the planet and make an argument that it tends towards organization of its environment so that it might maintain existence. Now, some people might say in regards to living things, “What about death? How is that a movement towards organization?” My response would be that I don’t really know, but that perhaps death is a form of organization in itself. Or perhaps it is an incentive for organization. Without the prospect of death or an end, why would a living thing seek to organize itself in the first place? All that speculation being said, if we exist in a both physical and non-physcial world, and our existence was put in to place by someone or something it would seem that this someone or something is pushing us to organize – to process and to, essentially, PROGRESS.

All of what I have discussed so far is to explain why I agree with Richard Dawkins. I think that the how and the why are not so separate after all, and if science were to embrace this idea more of a supernatural or non-physical existence there might be some real scientific progress made. I think science as we know it would be redefined. In the same way, if religion, or spirituality were to embrace science and the empirical, physical evidences and theories there would be real spiritual progress made and religion and spirituality would inevitably be redefined.

As an art therapist in training and an empathetic human I can see that we as people deal with spiritual battles, or something beyond or comprehension that seems to be at odds. There is something non-empirical that affects us. I think perhaps the next stage of humanity may be to combine our current scientific knowledge and technologies with the “primal” or “uncivilized” ancient concepts of spirituality. If we are not living in recognition of our complete environment and human experience, how are we to organize ourselves the way it seems we are intended?

There is no way in our current place and time to prove or disprove a divine being. Tice pointed out that in this sense we are all, whether we want to be or not, Agnostic. We all, however, have our faiths, our convictions, our ideals we hold to be true. But how tight should we hold on? If John Lennox and Richard Dawkins would have come into their debate both admitting this fact, perhaps progress may have been made, instead of two people coming together and essentially, accomplishing nothing. Not that debate always accomplishes nothing, but if neither debater really has an open mind, or is not willing to work with the ideas of the other, what will change? Both people go into the debate with their minds made up. In this sense, nothing is accomplished. There is no progress.

To go back my previous statement that science may need to fully embrace spirituality and spirituality may need to fully embrace science I would like to note one last thing. Tice pointed out to me that science, in a sense, is already delving into the non-physical. For instance, ideas of multiple dimensions and string theory could be seen as pathways to a non-physical realm. Spirituality and religion, has long since incorporated the physical realm. The problem remains that neither side wants to name the other. Tice brilliantly put it by saying, “If science discovered God, they would likely not call it God.” In the same sense, if religion discovered “not-God”, they would never name it as such.

SO, what am I to do? Well, I personally want to progress. I want to follow the inertial push towards continual organization and all that this encompasses. I believe in God and spirituality, but I really want to be able to maintain a healthy state of being and incorporate both my physical and non-physical worlds so I can organize myself they best way possible. I want, essentially, to be the healthiest human being I can be. And I want this for everyone else to, which is why I went into Art Therapy in the first place.

I wonder if all this rambling made any sense? Any thoughts?

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Up and running . . . i hope



I have added my first posting to my other blog. This blog contains short stories adapted from dreams I have. Most of my dreams are more like nightmares, so they are "scary" stories. I am playing around with a very uncouth writing style. I tried writing in a more traditional short story method but it just kept seeming corny to me. I would love some honest feedback, even if it means telling me I'm no good at writing, which is a bit how I feel. ANYWAY, here's the link to the blog:
http://niteterrors.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Things I Miss: Things I Love:



THINGS I MISS NOW THAT I'M IN NEW YORK:

1) not having roommates

2) people I love who are far away (you know who you are)

3) singing

4) playing guitar

5) taking pictures

6) having ample amounts of space

7) going to see good live music without having to buy tickets from a scalper

8) girl's night

9) LOST parties

10) having dinner parties

11) rooftop dance parties

12) Vivace

13) Having a car for running errands (I really only miss this when I have to carry heavy things)

14) Discovery Park

15) Taqueria Quadalejara in Bothell. Seriously the best Mexican food in the Seattle area.


THINGS I LOVE NOW THAT I'M IN NEW YORK:

1) not having a car and getting to walk everywhere, which is the best way for a human to experience the world around them

2) subway stories

3) Chez Oskar

4) my Art Therapy program and my internship which are teaching me a whole lot about myself

5) the amazing architecture everywhere

6) all the amazing and different kinds of food

7) The different neighborhoods within the boroughs. They each have a very distinct and unique quality. I've grown quite fond of Bed-Stuy (if you recall Dave Chappelle's Block Party movie, the concert took place in Bed-Stuy, mere blocks away from where I live.)

8) Irene's place in Williamsburg - Where you can get a glass of beer for $1.75, listen to Polish music, talk with Helen the bartender, and feel like you are sitting in a David Lynch film

9) Brooklyn Industries, which has the perfect jeans for my large booty

10) Shopping. This is something I never thought I'd say. But in New York there are endless places with endless amazing things.

11) culture, but of course. Being here makes me want to learn every language in the world so I can be friends with at least one person from every culture.

12) people watching on the subways and streets. The people here are very interesting to watch and gather fashion ideas from.

13) amazing graffitti art everywhere

14) amazing art everywhere

15) meeting very talented and very interesting people around every corner

Friday, March 13, 2009

Not much to say


It has been so long since I've corresponded in the best way I know how . . . via blog. It has been a rough semester so far. The content of my program is wearing on me physically and emotionally. I don't have any new photos or really even any updates. I'm already having to interview for internships next year and here are the places I'm thinking of applying:

Riker's Island Mental Observation Ward (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rikers_Island)
I will probably not end up here, but I think it would be an amazing experience. The 2-hour commute I think would kill me

The Harry and Jennet Weinberg Bronx Center
This is an outpatient Psych Unit. Another killer commute, but one of my professors thinks this is the place for me.

Our Lady of Mercy Medical Center (http://www.montefiore.org/northdivision/)
This is an inpatient Psych Unit. Yet, another killer commute

Housing Works (http://www.housingworks.org/)
I would be working in an open art studio and individually doing art therapy with people who are HIV + and also have psychological disorders. A pretty short commute.


Honestly, I don't know where I want to go right now. I don't really want to have to make an hour or more commute to get wherever I need to be. That would drain me fast, but I'd be willing to do it for something that seems worth it. I just know I'm ready to work with adults for a change. Doing Art Therapy with children has been really great, but I feel I'm missing out on a lot of hands on learning because there's only so much you can do with preschoolers who are on the Autism Spectrum or suffering from Emotional Disorders.

So, I guess that is about it for now, or all I can think of at least. I'm still trying to finish my kids' book and get that out there and I haven't picked up my guitar in a while or sang which makes me sad. Hopefully I'll do that real soon. I have a concept for a painting and am really excited to start that, and hopefully will have pictures of a finished product soon. Um. Yeah, I really got nothin' else. Hope all who read this are well.

Monday, January 12, 2009

The New Year







Above are pictures from New Year's Eve. We got into a Posh club called FROG on the lower east side. There was a velvet rope. You had to be on the list. There was a person in the bathroom putting soap into your hands and handing you a paper towel. The drinks were free all night. (A night of free Hennesy and Johnny Walker Black = BAD HANGOVER). It was fun.

I'm not usually one to ponder the things of Yesteryear and contemplate what is to come, but this New Year I find myself feeling a little lost, floating somewhere unfamiliar.

I think I'm where I'm supposed to be, but it has not been so easy. It seems like everything regarding coming to New York has been a battle of sorts. Money, roommates, finding work, finding friends . . . these are things we are still struggling against and it seems as if we have made no progress.

The hardest part about being here (and I think this is a result of my program) is that I no longer seem to know who I am. Or maybe I am just really having to take a close look at myself for the first time, so it seems unfamiliar. I don't know.

What I do know is that I'm ready to start over. I'm ready to work hard at this massive life change and turn it into something I will look back on with pride. I will not let lack of money or friends dictate my lack of experience while here in New York.

So, for the first time in a very long time (maybe ever), I am making some New Year's resolutions:

1) To force myself out of my introverted shell more. I think it is the only way to possibly make friends in this city.

2) To spend a little more or go into debt a little more so as not to miss out on a) meeting new people or b) experiencing something worthwhile. (Its only money and I'm already in it for like $100,000 for being here, so why not a little more?)

3) To finish my kid's book and start and finish a new one by the end of the year.

4) To keep up with my dream blog - a blog where I write short stories out of my insane dreams.

5) To train and run in a New York marathon either this year or the next.

6) To learn Flash or some other animation-type program.

7) To be overall more productive and watch fewer movies or play fewer online games.

8) To not drink so much that I have a hangover the next day (at least until next New Year's Eve).

9) To set healthy boundaries with people who I do meet.

10) To learn more about cooking and push myself to be creative with it more.


All in all, I think if I keep up with these resolutions I will have an exceptional year.

Monday, December 22, 2008

its been too long


Last night I wrote a song for the first time in probably two or three years . . . and it felt oh so good. Really, really good. The most surprising thing about it was how confident I was, even though my guitar playing has suffered from my lack of practice and my voice from the same. I played and still felt, despite those shortcomings, that this is something I could do and perhaps should do more often.

I stayed home to work and ended up writing music. Tice went out to play at an open mic and ended up seeing an impromptu Norah Jones concert and hanging out in the bar with her. And I honestly didn't care, I wasn't bummed at all. Because I wrote music. And it felt good. And it felt different - in a really great way.

Yeah for me.

Now I have to go work and make up for time I didn't work Yesterday.

Yeah for me.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

a lot of looking up and around















School is officially done. I have written a total of 42 pages in the last two weeks, regurgitating all the material I have slopped into my already too full brain. I am ever so weary from endless obligation . . . work . . . school . . . an internship where I put in my whole self and receive only the image of a child's smiling face . . . or a child's screaming face. I have learned much of myself and also feel more confused about myself than ever. I have missed dearly the life I once knew and felt totally clueless as to how to hold on to it outside of myself.
If you are reading dear friends . . . I have thought of you daily. I have dined and walked with you, wishing you were not only in my head.

I don't know why the phone seems such an ominous thing to me. I cannot ever bring myself to use it. It is strange to me, because if I should ever find it ringing it brings me much joy (unless it is the one person who endlessly calls me who is not Tice). But to make a call myself seems somehow inauthentic.

I was looking at my hands, and they are weathered and look so old. If you were to gauge my age by only looking at my hands you would think me a woman in my late seventies. I swear I'm not exaggerating. When I was looking at them today I felt so old, so tired. I was comparing them to Tice's hands (hands that look like they have just come from the womb, smooth, soft and yet to be weathered) and I felt so fucking old. And somehow I knew it had nothing to do with biological age.

Is my emotional life running away with me?

Sometimes I feel as if my heart resides in my hands. Have I really felt so much in my life?

I think the holidays always cause me to reflect on this. The older I get, the more I hate the holidays and especially Christmas. I do not care for Christmas lights or a Christmas tree. I do not even like the gift giving. It is all too much pressure . . . it all makes me think to much about family, about childhood and about the person I used to be who I was glad to leave behind.

Perhaps part of it is that it simultaneously reminds me of the person I still strive to be but cannot seem to find.

I want to find joy in myself. I want to truly like who I am and I want to know what it is like to answer the question, "What to you want?" without saying, "I don't know".

I thought what I wanted and what I had always wanted was to help others. But I am realizing that maybe I just wanted to help others because I didn't want to deal with helping myself.

Don't get me wrong, doing what I'm doing makes me very happy and I love doing it. I've just realized so much about the nature of myself that I wonder if I wouldn't rather be like Tice. He seems so free. He is confident in his desire to express himself and that it is his destiny in life to do so. Part of me wonders if in the deepest depths of me is hiding someone who does not care to be in constant aid to others. Just thinking of this makes me feel like an awful person. But I keep thinking of my experience with therapy in the last three months. Part of me feels a little like there's not a whole lot I can do. With children, their parental influences will override, and with adults it seems the same is true (and more complex, as spouses are added to the complicated mix).

Or perhaps all of this doubt is me still not feeling good enough.

Maybe I just want to be really fucking selfish for the first time in my life.

Perhaps it is a little of both.

I cannot wait for rest. My mind and my hands are so weary.

As much as I dislike Christmas I am thankful for the excuse it gives me to eat, drink and be merry.

May you all find yourselves doing the same over this holiday.