This month marks the 100th anniversary of advent of Albert Einstein’s Theory of General Relativity. In fact, today is the very day on which he submitted his paper, entitled The Field Equations of Gravitation for publication. If you’re in a particularly thankful mood, on this national time of thanks-giving in the USA, then you might want to spare a thought for Uncle Albert (we’re so sorry, Uncle Albert…).
Science has become the ‘new theocracy’. Scientists are those about whom we now dare not doubt; for to do so invites universal condemnation. To question the Holy Science is to bring derision down upon you. They cannot damn you to Hell for doing so… yet. But they’re an imaginative species – and as their rational footing becomes ever less sure, the creativity with which they conjure ever more bizarre universes becomes increasingly impressive. Can a scientific equivalent for hell be far behind?
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Even the cartoonists know… But then, the cartoonists were usually among the first to question the excesses of society. In any era of history. Image found here.
“It doesn’t matter what you believe. Science is about fact. Facts are true.” Yet scientists cannot demonstrate their truth without resorting to their own specialized knowledge and language, and their own immutable assumptions; their initial ‘givens proved’ generated by scientists long gone. If I’m to truly understand them, I must know what they know. I must be educated as they were, and indoctrinated into their school. I must take it on faith that what has gone before really has been proven. I must believe in their creed. How am I thus different from the lowliest believer in a god or gods he cannot see?