Showing posts with label Earth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Earth. Show all posts

Monday, February 26, 2018

CONCEPT: Concepts


We live in a concept-mediated and concept-loaded world. We cannot escape concepts. Indeed, mixed into our physical Earth and its airy atmosphere is another sphere -- a component of a much larger sphere that I have elsewhere called the memetic sphere. Things of planet Earth, and of the universe at large, are of course out there in the material sphere (and ipso facto outside of the mind), but don't mean a thing to us until we process them in the mind and give them a name of sorts -- that is, until we thus attach to them a set or sets of concepts (that is, memes), which is the only available path to actualizing our sense impressions. 


Likewise, alleged 'figments' of the imagination cease to be figments and become real 'things' just as soon as we're able to observe the facts that underpin the claims they embody, and can affirm our 'encounter' with them -- and, more importantly, tag them with a name. Incidentally, figments of the imagination and other un-grounded products of thought may pass as concepts too, but only as meta versions and as 'material' for artistic production and reproduction or for philosophical engagement.

Concepts are in their own universe, as well -- and thus a universe of sorts. Without concepts, there would be no learning, and nothing akin to what we call intelligence, and even what we call community. There would be no capacity to tell what there would be to tell, and what there (ever) was to pass on.

Concepts are key to all understanding -- and all missed understandings. Without them, language and speech would be preemptively gibberish, and could not arise from, after all, a non-existent language -- even for potentially the most eloquent and the most erudite individuals. Without concepts, all bodies of knowledge would be formless and one big mess of nothing without anchor. In a word, their efficacy presupposes some kind of anchoring on arrays of conceptualization. 


Our concepts have raced well ahead of us. They have reached the farthest known and imaginable realms of Being (of existence and reality) -- and even Nothingness, as Marcuse and others sought to see them. They've gone to places we ourselves (we humans) will never, may never, physically be. They've even ventured into the sun's core and into Black Holes, and on to dying stars and stars just fixing to be born -- and to galaxies which answer back in tongues, after a fashion. They have gone back in Time to Big Bang's singular and very own moment -- or so they say. 

As several scholars such as Dawkins and others (discussed in Yambo, 2012) have noted already, concepts are, for bodies of knowledge, gene-equivalents in the cultural universe. That is, they are memes which make everything make any sense at all in the physical and the social and the spiritual worlds. Concepts empower us to achieve the transition from the raw to the cooked -- that is, to the nets and webs of insight and understanding essential to apprehending our diverse realities and mastering our ever-present challenges. 

It is for these reasons that we start (indeed, must start) our journey, in any field of learning or problem-solving, armed with a set of concepts that we will need (and need to build on and add to in ever more specialized ways) along the way -- that is, Key Concepts. Key concepts may sound like a tiresome cliche, but they are, singularly or in bunches, truly key to understanding both seemingly simple and manifestly complex ideas, and to solving the associated theoretical, methodological and practical problems.




UPDATED: March 5, 2018.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Windy Light

All the nights we'll ever have
Were born to different mothers.
Free of all the tabu
Any one has known of.

Lone. Herdsman. Upon a hill.
Zooms 
By the remaining day,
Our eyes blurred with earth colors.

Has such fine zebu
As only he has
Songs and numbers for,
Such as you'll never

Hear,
I reckon.
In Payom.

He sees all through us.
By reason of which
We see him. Just. As
We think that we do.

Who will sing Paquita,
Alone, when we're all out
Of this picture,
At last?

Free, alas, at last.

Amidst all this doubt,
Who will tell mama
What we've been through,
Poking the secrets of laughter?

The unbearable truth of sadness.

Who'll send, again,
All the lyrics
We couldn't remember
Only yesterday.

Songs
That perished with the mailman,
That we would like to sing, right
Now?

In the marketplace
All the messages are gone
Crazy
Fuzzy,
No one knows what's happening.

To all the things in our hands.

All the lights
Are blinking.
Green amber and red.
And over and over.

In billowing threads.
In windy light, then!
Alone.

In
A falsified
Solitude comes,
Anew,
The messenger.


Tuesday, November 10, 2015

SOLAR STORMS: Mars' Slow Puncture

Interesting report here. While both planets Earth and Mars are hit by solar winds blowing at amazing speeds directly from the sun, the consequences for the two planets are extraordinarily different. The earth's magnetic field(s) constantly shield its atmosphere from being blown away by solar winds, and so keeps us safe. On the other hand, the absence of such fields around Mars has condemned it to a never-ending, epic loss of oxygen, carbon dioxide and other 'airs' from its atmosphere.

Two Big Questions, then:
1) When will the last "breath" of air leave Mars, or does it have an air-factory deep inside?
2) Can science of the future help Mars re-build its magnetic field, or is living on Mars a pipe dream of the ignorant?


READ MORE: Solar Storms Strip Air From Mars

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Blue Marble Gaia

Here's my toast
To Blue Marble
Gaia.

Upside-down upside.
As seen.
Aboard Apollo
17,
Moonward. 

That
December 7,
1972.

++++++++

Here: Click


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Reference: 
http://www.ehartwell.com/InfoDabble/Apollo_17:_The_Blue_Marble





Thursday, June 04, 2009

Obama the Nilote, in the Land of the Pharaohs

Obama the Nilote, whose own roots are the Nile's very own, today comes upon the Nile's journey's endless end, there in Egypt -- the glorious land of the Pharaohs. That same Nile, which is timeless: nourisher of Time itself, which is likewise timeless; and nourisher of the earth's very soul.

How so very apt the moment & how so very nice & else!

May his speech there be great and may it gladden Imhotep's heart, who is for all Time!


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Note: Obama at the Sphinx and the Pyramids:
Click 1
Click 2
Click 3
(For info on the Sphinx)
Click 4

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References:
1. Ali Mazrui, "Nilotes I have Known, From Obote to Obama"
2. Philip Ochieng, "The Pride of a People: Barack Obama, the Luo"

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Holy Days

Holidays are a time to feast
On our most cherished concepts.
Time to savour the Tinderet.
Till the memories are fully full.
Meals at the table are but a ruse,
Yet they are fully taken.

So, some have had a full week to remember?
Some but three sundowns and an execution?

There's not more place to hide now, then.
Not more time to hide quiet places in.
No more taunting
Of those who will never see morning again.
The bees are back on earth. Earth, pinch thyself!
The exhibitionists are back in town.

All the noise and all the gadgetry!
All the rush home and in every direction!

It's not like we were down, again,
To the last 2000!
Life as we don't know it gotta go
On, baby.
Life's gotta go
On!

Genghis Khan's got a number on each 200,
Of each of your warring, faithful, clans.

There's a bend in the road at the next gorge.
There is a George at the next bend in the road.
Nor is he a bad Godfather, or king, really.
Nor is he our idea of James Brown. Or Brown Tsu!
Yet he bends with the road as the next King.
Caprice is in the air, has left us a bitter taste bud.

And all the pardon moi sounds rather like
A reverse horoscope --
In which the future sees us hazily,
Unsure that we will come to pass!
We will become what we are that yet awaits us.

And play for the casual vanquished,
Who declared a war they couldn't wage.
Those who flash, let them not know you'll not call.
May you never be a pan in which they splash.
May those who rattle their sabres be not near you.
Hamahre! Let it be.

Yet let us stone the devil with pellets!

Full memories carry us a full cycle.
And the concepts are fully taken --
We are truly rotund!
Yet some we cannot hold down.

And so let us be!