Absolutes
It's the shortest word in the language, a single stroke of the pen. An endless regress, Gödel and Exodus 3:14 all circle it, and once you notice what it holds, everything else starts to sound like padding.
Essays that belong together, read in order.
It's the shortest word in the language, a single stroke of the pen. An endless regress, Gödel and Exodus 3:14 all circle it, and once you notice what it holds, everything else starts to sound like padding.
I talk to AI every day. Deep in a conversation about physics, a question ambushed me. Most people ask whether a machine could ever have a mind. If consciousness is fundamental, the question turns inside out.
Years of physics and philosophy pointed at one insight. When it finally landed, something in me reacted in a way no book had warned me about. The real question was who was reacting.
I'm a Christian, and I'd read Romans 1:20 a hundred times as an argument about design. Then physics and philosophy changed the reader, and the same words started pointing somewhere else entirely.
A camera can't photograph itself. Turn your attention around to catch the one doing the looking, and it has already stepped back. Gödel found the same blind spot inside mathematics.
I came to this through equations, not incense. Somewhere between Plato and Bohr I hit a wall that our best physics still quietly steps around, and it would not move.