Eric's Sunday Sermon; The Beauty of Reality
Hath this boy no guile?
What input are you trusting?
I respect and recognize your reality in feelings, logic and creativity.
There was a famous mathematician philosopher (the best kind of both) his name was Descartes. He theorized that basically all things we hold as our reality did not stand scrutiny and thought. But there he was thinking about reality. From there came a notion; I think therefor I am. Or cogito ergo sum. Even if we be delusional we are still thinking and that can never change during empirical life. Isn’t that cool! If you are reading this then you are for sure real.
Let us fully shoot the over direction. This sounds a little boring but it is very interesting. As early as we had a society we have had advocates. I use that term rather than lawyers because most lawyers fail to really advocate. So we have been working on the rules of proof/evidence for many thousand years. Please consider that we are dealing in the realm or reality. Trials are a search for what is reality. (of course they come up with preposterous reasoning sometimes and that makes news) 99.9% they get it right thousands of times per day.
So here is a very legal notion that anyone can discern. FRE stands for Federal Rules of Evidence. Rule 401. Test for Relevant Evidence; Evidence is relevant if: (a) it has any tendency to make a fact more or less probable than it would be without the evidence; and (b) the fact is of consequence in determining the action.
Relevant really means something noteworthy to our senses that bears on our decision in life. That is the absolute best man can come up with for evidence meaning a danged thing. I refuse to have my faith and belief in love structure compromised by proof. But there is by this rule a cognitive evidentiary value to texts. Testimony also fits that notion.
Let us take a break and listen to Cohen’s Democracy is Coming to the USA.
Leaders, victims and all of us are moving forward. That is cool.
A mustard seed is really this tree -- are sure about time?
We must stand proud of our own reality. The worst thing we can do to a child is to tell them that their feelings do not matter like this: “Stop crying stop acting like a cry baby, get over here, there is no reason for you to cry. You just cry to get your way.” There are these things in this case that I demand of me. Other people’s feelings are reality.” When I look into the mirror I see me. I really have no clue what you see. I cannot change snow from falling but I can shovel it.
The Notion of Perspective
Of course we move into our favorite area of discussion. How love changes reality. There is a cool old term; “He was so mad he just saw red.” And one that goes another way; “He views the world through rose colored glasses.” And one of my favorites; “He was so smitten by love he could not see what was right in front of him.” But we cannot leave out; “He could not see the forest for the trees.”
Let us look at three persons and situations.
The “beat” cop in Watts. If the policeman is to keep the peace and even remain alive he must be vigilant to all things around him. If the focus becomes to pin point the danger not seen could be the one that does him in. Actually quite similar in urban warfare – or inner city Detroit. So now we see a perspective from inside the cop. We are talking peripheral vision, sounds, smells and touch sensory stuff. Must this front line combatant operate on a total synergized split second combination of all these to actually be aware of his circumstance – of course he must.
And now we put in cameras into the mix. What can an eye witness and a photo(video) tell us? Only the perspective of the camera. Producing more questions than answers on reality.
The 5 year old child. With a five year old you can literally walk around a small home for an hour looking at things like dust balls under beds, scuff marks on the kitchen floor, plumbing behind the toilet, a plain old window and for sure a vacuum. These kind of things adults see but do not see. Our reality is different. So my elder son at 31 and I share a passion for writing – different kinds. We both have degrees in philosophy. We take road trips to go camping or just cruise a coastline. Here we often gently debate our understanding of the facts of events. Let us just say we go back to about 26 years ago, he about five and I about mid twenties. Some facts we can agree on but most we do not. Back in his early twenties he would get very upset that my version was different and be mad that I was wrong, but insisting that to me I was right. Later the discussions went to whose view is more correct a six year old’s or a thirty year old’s? Funny now that we are both over 30 we kind of think that the six year old may have a corner on reality. This is because their view is not obstructed by years of bias and judgments. Of course we are talking about his little brother and my young 7 year old son. We spend hours with him I guess, just plain learning a right look at things.
Hope you are all all right
Can you hug someone right now?
I think I can appreciate this perspective. I can't relate, but that is cool.
My perspective was blurred so my pards came and righted so we could move on.
I do hope that you do not see things one way, for the money.
For this next one we could go with a surgeon or a jury trial attorney. We pick the attorney because the variable of twelve plus one judge is just so extreme. Do the twelve think alike? Most assuredly not. Even the physical location in the jury box gives them a different perspective very clearly. Now whose eyes are seeing the smoking gun? The stay at home mom of 4, or the 55 year old bachelor rocket scientist. Could there even be a common perspective at all. Yet in the end they both must conclude and determine what is truth. And they must determine this on rules already in place. How does the courtroom magician actually create a reality in 13 minds? Or in criminal defense matters make sure that the same reality is not in all twelve.
So if we find ourselves insistent that what we know to be true must also be true for others we stand out of the way of love and in front of the Big Mac truck of unhappiness. So if we find ourselves accepting not just the outward appearance of a person but also the inward part perhaps we see that reality which is “in between”. That quote makes me stop and think what that means. (did I get in between them or am I in between jobs) In between, a place in which two realities meet. I must decide which of the three realities I chose? No, I do not think so my friends, you are more special that reality for you is what you chose.
Now be weary here. You will be tempted, there will be the ones that insist that you must pick God or go to hell. For me this God which is love and this love which is God, never ever ever lets me down. If my reality is through the lens of love. Well then, my vision is mine and love’s. I wonder if that could ever be wrong.