A year ago in the summer a local church held a talk by a former governor on science. I know little of churches but science holds a special place in my heart. Enough for me to venture out to this Lutheran church founded by first settlers 150 years ago. I was not disappointed. /1
Villagers (without torches and pitchforks) dutifully gathered to listen to a PowerPoint presentation of what seemed to be proof of God’s existence. /2
A former chemistry professor at one of country’s best liberal colleges was showing us pictures of dinosaurs and DNA strands for nothing screams science more than dinosaurs and a DNA strand. /3
The best I could tell Science and Religion were friends who were getting along now. Science didn’t get that memo though.
Yet I was witnessing massive manipulation leading believers into thinking that science had to validate their belief in God. Lambs led to slaughter. /4
I was watching the Battle of Knowledges. Except one was cunning and knowing and one was naive and believing. /5
While taking notes and feeling my heart pound louder at the indignity of what was taking place, I searched for quotes to support my rebuttal of “Science proves God exists”. /6
My rebuttal focused on multiple ways of knowing, knowledge systems, inherent fallacies within science as human activity, history of science and its roots in religion and prejudice, questions of truth, and history of nihilistic science culminating in gas chambers. /7
Ultimately I concluded the nature of belief is such that even if all the science in the world proves God doesn’t exist, you can believe in God. /8
Driving home I thought of all the “I believe in science” people, a phrase that gives me indigestion. This is when I though of juxtaposition of knowing and believing. /9
I believe in Science.
I know God.
/10
This year in my attempt to understand the foundation of Illich’s writings I found the following. Ivan Illich described faith as extraordinary knowledge in his tradition. /11
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“This is an internal medicine didactic conference held in purgatory.”
You want to read a book that is so subtle in its acerbic analysis of treating populations as opposed to individual people. /1
Moving Mountains by @michelaccad is cleverly written as a dialogue between Socrates and Geoffrey Rose, a father of population health medicine that is likely ruining your life as I type this. /2
I liked the book so much I read half of it out loud in the evening to my family. My excitement and enthusiasm overshadowed their lack of enthusiasm about the fallacies of public health. /3
What brought you to the hospital?
I can barely make out words of a woman in her late 70’s. She is weak. Doesn’t eat. She has a leaking feeding tube in her stomach to make up for her lack of appetite.
I hear a story of a pancreatic cyst removal. The lady asserts she’s cured /2
Judging by the fact her pancreas and spleen were taken out, she is probably in denial. Not uncommon to misunderstand medical communication. Her story makes no sense but I shut up, tell her I will review her records and come back to tell her what happened. /3
This story shows how little doctors understand what they are doing to their loved ones and how much suffering the elderly suffer due to contradictory demands of confused relatives regardless of education. /2
It’s a story of a very old man who should have died quickly and at peace at home. Yet his fate was to be saved. Saved he was into endless suffering. /3
Dissent is never easy. Two broad possibilities in traditional cultures: voluntarily exit from a tribe (exile or becoming a hermit) or voluntary adoption/acceptance of madness/craziness. Both practices tied to Eastern religions. /2
Fools for Christ/Holy fools/Blessed fools were people who pretended to be insane to expose the sins of the world.
Hermits went into seclusion to find God.
Both practices are ascetic and derive from the conflict of what one may find true colliding with reality around. /3
Eating is passive. You don’t want to be passive. First step - figure out what food is. Once you know what food is, hopefully you will refuse to eat garbage.
In case of bread - flour, water, salt, yeast. /1
My (maternal) Grandmother ate bread with each meal, a small half piece of a slice. Upon seeing her eat bread with pasta my father would lament “Mom, you are eating bread with bread”. Grandmother remained unperturbed. /2
For Russians and Ukrainians bread is holy. You don’t throw it on the ground. Bread is the staff of life (Russian literal head of everything). /3