Project 313 – Post No. 062

I mentioned before that I listen to podcasts while I work out. Exercise is boring but necessary, so this particular practice does two things . . . one, it makes the perception of time pass a little faster and two, it lets me absorb the thinking of smart individuals on a variety of topics. 

It’s to the point where I look forward to the time at the gym as a chance to hear this or that person express their thoughts on a variety of subjects covering all aspects of daily life. 

If someone fears I may be getting indoctrinated, I listen to are discussions on topics. I don’t bother listening to someone who will just repeat what I already think. The goal is not to reinforce my views on things, but to challenge them. 

But, let’s be clear. Having done this for many years, the bar is now pretty high. Meaning, the opinions/views I now hold are on fairly solid ground. I don’t mean that it’s impossible to change my mind. I mean that I’d have to hear very convincing and solid arguments for me to change my mind. 

Some people occasionally equate this with having “faith” or “wanting to believe” and resisting contrary thinking. 

They could not be any further from the truth. Let me explain.

My current views on things stem from having examined evidence and drawing a conclusion. Where evidence is lacking or incomplete, I rely on conclusions derived from reason and logic. And always, always, I’m ready to change my views if something is presented in such a way as to be self-evident. 

For instance, I don’t have to rely on faith to “know” that 2+2=4. Plus, no matter how much I may want it to equal five or three, I can’t make myself believe that it does.

Faith should never be a condition of knowledge. You either have knowledge or you have faith. For instance, I know the sun will rise tomorrow morning. Some might argue that it’s faith and that I can’t “know it”. 

OK, let me rephrase it. I will bet everything I own and my life that the sun will rise tomorrow morning. I will do that with confidence because if it doesn’t, the bet won’t matter; we’ll all be likely dead or dying. If I were really careful with my words, I might go as far as saying this: given no major change in planetary motion due to an unknown outside influence, I am 100% certain the sun will rise tomorrow. 

Some might then let out a triumphant cry and say “that’s faith because you don’t know that nothing will change!” as they waggle their finger my way with condescension seasoned with misplaces superiority.

I won’t even dignify the statement with an explanation; they obviously don’t understand the meaning of faith despite professing it. 

But, back to my views and the high bar they sit on. There are people who occasionally challenge my views but do so from a much lower bar and then get annoyed when I outright dismiss them. 

You see, once I prove to myself that 2+2=4, I don’t have to prove it every time someone challenges it. I can just ignore them and their arguments. 

Personally, I used to think we don’t do enough of this. Ignore them, that is. How was I supposed to know they’d reproduce faster than Australia’s rabbits? 

Now I think we should challenge them but I fear it’s a battle we can’t win. The only silver lining I see is that they’re not too bright and so they can be easily manipulated. If I ever decide scruples are superfluous, it’ll also be easy taking advantage of them. I can hardly wait; they say there’s no profit in ignorance, but lots of politicians and religious leaders are indirect proof to the contrary. 

And now, the photo:

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Yes, still Florida and back to an artsy treatment. 

I recently listened to an argument for poliamorous relationships. Some call it “open marriages” but that’s an oversimplification. There are many shades of poliamorousness and it’s not my intention to discuss them all here. 

I mention it because the person talking about poliamorous relationships briefly touched on the divorce rate (currently at 40%-50%, depending on who you ask and what society you’re in).

It’s an interesting topic touching into a number of social and psychological dynamics and with ties to evolution, how we think about ourselves, and the value we place in ourselves.  

Obviously, it’s not for everyone and it’s not something anyone is pushing as applicable to everyone. However, that 40% divorce rate is something to think about. Perhaps a different approach would benefit those cases.

Willy ‘n Ethel have obviously gotten to a comfortable place in their relationship. 

I’ve not done many animated GIFs lately. Likely, I’m getting bored with them. I assume the practice will be revived at some point when I’ll be bored with not doing them. Meanwhile, I give you . . . Nope; Not Zorro.

Nope; Not Zorro

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

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