Thursday, January 03, 2008

Thy Fearful Symmetry


Blake’s use of the word “symmetry” in “The Tiger” exactly conforms to the mental structures I am referring to when I use the word. I find it very annoying when philosophic discourse resorts to convoluted, complex, private, jargonic use of words. The difficulty is that unfamiliar conceptualizations must be conveyed in familiar terms. This necessitates a bending of words and phrases in and as the attempt to make the symmetry of the conceptualization apparent to the intended recipient. 

The emergence of any faculty whatsoever, whether fiddling with calculus or raising a spoon to ones mouth, is wholly dependent upon the assimilation and recognition of symmetries. These symmetries are an inner library of correlations of elements perceived as outer world: even psyche is external to pure awareness. The lamb jumps and gambols minutes after birth because of symmetries coeval with its very existence. Men love women in the characteristic way that they do because of mental symmetries coeval with their very existence. The moth flies to the flame because moth existence is coeval with the certainty of the moon. It is so simple that it may be difficult to grasp, but the capacity to recognize symmetries is coeval with the emergence of an Albert Einstein as progeny of the first replicating molecule. 

There is only one way we know or recognize anything at all. The newborn brain recognizes a basic set of symmetries and this is called instinct. The newborn brain also comes with a primitive capacity for knowledge, and what we call knowledge is an accumulation of awareness symmetries. And it is like stacking blocks: if symmetries necessary to the concept or behavior are not in our mental library then we will not be able to add one and one, or to pole-vault, or to understand the meaning of life: hence the inestimable value of education. 



Tiger, tiger burning bright In the forests of the night 
What immortal hand or eye 
Could frame thy fearful symmetry
And did he smile his work to see
Did he who made the lamb make thee? 

 excerpt from William Blake 1757-1827 “The Tiger”