God wants us to grow and discover...and He accompanies us as we pursue deeper knowledge and understanding of Him and His world and His people.
--Loyola Press, daily retreats.
"...but we have the mind of Christ." (1 Cor. 2:16.) So what? If we don't hone and use the wisdom that comes from spending time in Christ's presence...I repeat, so what? Making any diff in your life? In anyone else's life?
In growing we discover, and in discovery, we grow. If, that is, our internal compass has us pointing in the right direction. Otherwise, our "discoveries" are weeds in the garden.
Okay, and what is the "right direction"? To me, that which creates order out of chaos and logic out of a heap of facts. And, since we know that this universe is running down like a clock you could only wind up, once...then, the order must be imposed, from the outside. Logic only then emerges from order. Otherwise, we're asking that order magically appears out of disorder, that chaos somehow "learns" to organize itself rather than, like your unattended cupboard, closet or garage--it only tends toward one direction: ever-increasing disarray.
Huh? But, I thought evolution was the way order arose from chaos.
Count me a doubter that blind chance, multiplied by any number of years, would somehow result in complex order emerging from raw ingredients. Nope, disorder breeds disorder. Period. Only way to organize anything complex is for an intellect that is even more complex to be there, supervising the order.
When I write, I am taking the disordered thoughts and observations, the daydreams and experiences, the sounds and the smells and the tastes that I can only imagine, and I endeavor to impose some creative order upon them. The thoughts do not sort themselves into a plot, and the letters do not sort themselves into words.
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Ahhh, that reminds me of a story.
The story is true, and, delightfully, involves monkeys and typewriters. Okay, more accurately, macaques and word-processors.
A researcher decided to actually put to the test that assertion that if you put enough monkeys in front of enough typewriters over enough time, eventually Shakespearean plays would emerge as a product of sufficient randomness over time.
First, the researcher had to stop the monkeys from destroying the machines with rocks.
Then, he had to stop the chimps from urinating and defecating on the machines. After eventually training the primates to not destroy the machines, their marvelous output, not unpredictably, looked like this:
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But, later, the chimps had a breakthrough, and were quite taken, nearly mesmerized, in fact, by pages and pages of:
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Um, so much for order emerging from disorder...the experiment was halted.
Isn't it funny--one assumes monkeys would only type characters, and that randomness would only involve letters and words and not rocks and urine and feces. You see, true randomness is not at all predictable or orderly or productive...and that is why I believe that the order we see in our universe is derived from an Organizer. Indeed, a Creator.
[For more info on monkeys and typing, try page 190 and a few pp before and after in this ref in Google books.--DS]
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