Gödel did something very clever. He found a solution of Einstein’s field equations in which the world lines circled back on themselves. This means that if you were traveling along a world line you would eventually encounter yourself as a baby. Suppose you kill yourself as a baby. Would you still be alive? It would be disturbing if you were both alive and dead. Unlike quantum mechanics, Einstein’s theory does not address ambiguity explicitly. The great challenge of modern physics is to unite the general theory of relativity with quantum mechanics. This has not yet been done.
Experiments were performed in the early twentieth century that
indicated that small objects like electrons were particles if certain experiments were done, but were waves if other experiments were done. The statement, “This electron is a particle.” can be both true and false. This is a failure of logic of the kind that Kurt Gödel was concerned with. However, this example goes beyond the parlor games of mathematicians. This failure of logic can be measured and occurs in nature. As we will see, this logical failure, is crucial for the formation of life.
Today we are going to talk about the thought experiment, Newton’s Cannonball. Isaac Newton came up with this thought experiment in order to demonstrate that the mechanism that causes bodies to fall on Earth is the same mechanism that cause the planets to orbit the Sun. This seems obvious to us now, after the fact, but it was certainly not obvious at the time. Galileo, who died on the day that Newton was born, thought that the two mechanisms were entirely different. He called these mechanisms “gravity.”
What is there about matter, energy, and information that leads to the spontaneous creation and continued existence of complex systems of which we humans are an example? Does life need to composed of carbon atoms as we are? Can life be made out of other types of molecules? Or to take the questioning deeper, does life require chemistry at all for its existence? Can life exist in a nuclear reactor or in a neutron star or in very cold solids near absolute zero or in the memory units of a computer? And what are these things we call consciousness and awareness? And what in the world is a soul?
No one familiar with the history of this country can deny that congressional committees are useful. It is necessary to investigate before legislating, but the line between investigating and persecuting is a very fine one, and the junior Senator from Wisconsin has stepped over it repeatedly. His primary achievement has been in confusing the public mind, as between the internal and the external threats of Communism. We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty.
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“Make it distant, difficult and dangerous, was the motto of Cooper Schoedsack Productions producers of the original King Kong movie. It is my motto as well during over a million and a hald miles of worldwide travel and adventures. I am a gonzo journalist like the mad genius writer Hunter Thompson, a lover of Kerouac, H. L. Mencken and Tennyson’s Ulysses.
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We hover dangerously low over shark’s teeth, seracs or ice pinnacles tilted askew above gaping crevasses, a jagged ice bound moonscape, terrifying and beautiful as death. There is no place to land, no way out if we have a mechanical failure. Our big A-Star chopper’s turbine whines menacingly. The rotor blades fight for lift ‘whistling Dixie’ in this gleaming blue white frozen graveyard. “Hold it, stop, backup, terrific,” I shout at Brent, our pilot. We fly too low and slow, the Dead Man’s Curve, kept alive by the spinning rotors.