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Wednesday, June 12, 2019

How Listening Leads to Knowledge.

Sound and the language we build from it (and then writing) ie abstraction, allows us to make claims to each other. There is exactly one thing you learn for sure from a claim, and that is that the person delivering it wants you to believe it's true. Especially when the claim is widely broadcast, there is little correlation between the content of the claim and what you can learn from it. It can inspire exploration, which is its main value.

On lots of minds in recent months is the term "fake news." Using that term indicates a claim. Anyone talking about "fake news" wants you to believe something.  You might already believe it, depending on what it is. Sure, there's fake news, but sometimes the fake news is that some other news is actually fake.  Who should you believe?  No one.  Rather than believing, just be aware of possibilities and explore them if they might be important to you.  "Fake News" is the new conspiracy theory, but they ruined that term and now they've found a decent replacement.  They still lie to us though, sometimes.

Sometimes, a person who is making a claim will also advise that you take what they say "with a grain of salt" because they recognize that they might be biased.  I like analogy and metaphor so much that I'm now going to describe what I think the salt represents and why it's useful. It's doubt, plain and simple.  The person is saying "Doubt this, but ... X!"  In my experience, they also justify their advice that I should have some doubt. Why is salt used to represent doubt?  That's fodder for a future post, I suppose!

Last night, I met a couple friends and we discussed education and what can be done to improve the experience of young people.  One of them, a math teacher, posed a question about the metaphor of planting a seed.  He suggested that there should be something between the sledgehammer and planting a seed.  It would be something non-destructive and less drastic than a sledgehammer, but quicker and more successful than just planting a seed.  We came up with "grafting."  To extend the metaphor to address the successful introduction into another person's mind of doing something a different way, or viewing the world in a different way, grafting means connecting the healthy living idea in your head into a healthy living idea in the other person's head.

This morning, I had occasion to practice this middle-ground between seed-planting and sledgehammers.  I watched a Valedictorian speech posted to Youtube by Josh Tolley, and then I used his contact page to describe the seed / grafting / sledgehammer metaphor and apply it to his Youtube post. His post allows the valedictorian to plant some seeds into his audience's minds.  My suggestion was to graft something in as well.  I left the following comment and suggested it as content for the information section under the video, or that he pin the comment I made.  Here it is: "If you're interested in the issues discussed in this speech, you might enjoy "The School Sucks" project and/or podcast at https://schoolsucksproject.com/category/podcast/."

I keep asking you for comments, partly because the better idea I have of what healthy ideas are already living in your minds, the more effective will be my efforts to graft into those ideas my own ideas that I think will help bring more peace and prosperity to all of us.  It will also provide me with things to graft into my own ideas. So speak up!

Wednesday, August 7, 2019

The Three Levels of Science

Level 1: Honest, common, and simple.
We all start out this way.  The thought that goes along with it is "I'm not a scientist, but I can figure stuff out."  We start figuring stuff out as soon as we are sentient.  We do pattern matching because we have wills and desires and quickly identify intentions that lead us to their fulfillment. We see people walk and we want to do that, so we work on being taller. We hold on to things so we can get on our feet.  We fall down.  We learn.  We put things in our mouths to find out what they are like and whether or not we want to eat them.  The truth is, we are little scientists until something comes along to suppress curiosity.

It's almost automatic that babies and children do seemingly random things (play) and observe the results in order to figure things out.  We don't realize that's what we're doing, but we most certainly do it, and we do figure things out.

Level 2: Research, Test, and discovery knowledge.
"Scientific fact" is composed of theories that haven't yet been disproved. To be honest, which I'll get to in a few paragraphs, we ought to admit that these so-called "facts" are working assumptions. This second level of science is filled with dishonesty.  When we research, we pretend that the inductive (statistics-based) reasoning upon which all scientific "fact" is based, is actually deductive reasoning.  We pretend that the axioms that form the foundation of a good scientific theory are the truth.  We interpret the research and believe the researchers when they claim that their experiments prove that a theory is true.  It's a mistake.

Experiments are successful when they demonstrate that a hypothesis is false.  Science is the process of elimination and creation.  Create a hypothesis and then work to prove it wrong.  If it's a good hypothesis, it will be difficult or impossible to prove wrong.  The difference between difficult and impossible is that a hypothesis that happens to be correct is impossible to prove wrong.  How slightly do you imagine such a hypothesis would need to be changed so that it's no longer correct?  That slight difference, which we can't see because we aren't God, is the difference between impossible and difficult.  Maybe we are God, but somehow, we decided not to have access to the kind of knowing that Level two scientists pretend to have.

Level 3: We Don't Know, but we have Working Assumptions.
The working assumption aspect of science is fully appreciated and therefore honesty returns here in level three. We use our working assumptions until someone shows us an experiment that makes us change them.  We stop claiming to know things and instead present our experience, memory, and interpretation.  We admit that we don't get to "know" in the way level two science claims.  We respect the logic that a hypothesis can be proven wrong, but not right. We understand that most questions that imply only two possible answers are hiding something.

I have been preaching about the value of doubt for a few months. It seems that I have assimilated the idea quite deeply.  I am often quite a bit more unsure of myself than I remember being earlier in my life. In one of my speeches, I described how doubt leads to testing, which can lead to confidence.  I'm lucky that, as my preaching about the value of doubt makes me more doubtful, even of myself, I have the confidence that I can figure things out when I need to, and my guesses will be good enough.

There is a kind of terror that goes along with experiencing evidence that shows something we "know" to be wrong.  If you've ever experienced cognitive dissonance, then you've been close to that terror. I feel largely immune to it. I invite you to follow that link and see if it offers you anything that will enhance your own immunity to it.

Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Nicaragua 2019

I own a piece of a property in Nicaragua, as I wrote about in this earlier newsletter, and I stayed there from December 4 to December 14th.  I finished reading Jordan Peterson's first book, Maps of Meaning: The Architecture of Belief and it changed me.  I started reading Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist on the plane on the way there.  Coelho's book was a gift from a nearly perfect stranger I met at jury duty in November. I leaned over to peak at the cover of her book and she held it up for me.  I'd heard of it on the Tim Ferriss Show (a podcast to which I subscribe). I'm lucky that I get a lot of books either from or because of smart people I know or listen to.  I haven't gotten to read that much in a very long time, and that's probably why it changed me.

I was already on a path to see value in doubt, and my (non) experience in Nicaragua increased the value I see in it.  I call it a "(non) experience" because I got to do nothing so much.  There were lots of things I did do, including seeing two pigs mate, cutting down fast growing trees so that slower-growing (stronger, and longer lasting) trees can get the sun they need to grow, befriending some dogs who serve as alarms, eating clean and healthy, locally grown food every day that I didn't have to prepare, and sleeping from dusk till dawn, which was about eleven or twelve hours.  And there were fireflies.

Doubt is hope, and which word you use is based on whether you're being optimistic or pessimistic.  At the same time hope is not a strategy, and many people recognize the seeds of destruction in hope. If all you do is hope, failure just becomes more likely.  It's taking action, even when you doubt that you will succeed, that increases the chances of success. An open mind will learn from failure, and learning is a kind of success too. My younger sister Anitra who died of breast cancer almost five years ago, gave me a shirt from a program she worked, "Supercamp," with seven keys to success on it, and one of them was "Failure leads to success."

Today I heard part of Tim Ferriss' interview of Marcela Ot'alora.  He asked her several questions about how one "sits for" someone who takes MDMA or some other psychedelic substance for the purpose of healing. Now that I'm writing this (fulfilling a promise I've been making to everyone who asked me how my trip was), I think a good way to put it is that I went there to "sit for" myself as I allowed it (myself, which I'm objectifying as my body and the experiencing spirit that lives in it) to do whatever it wanted. There are a lot of things for which I take responsibility when I'm home, and I got to let them all go.  I came back and take on these responsibilities and more with more energy and optimism than I had before.  It worked!

I've been making the claim that "I don't get bored."  It's not really true, but I like to make it as true as I can.  Being bored is an extreme luxury if you really think about it. Most creatures usually have something that needs to be done by a certain time, and they will work on doing that thing. If there's enough time, they will lounge around instead, and eventually, the need overtakes them and they get up and do it. I went to Nicaragua because I like lounging around.  I did a lot of it, and I still like it and do a lot of it.  I didn't have enough of an Internet connection to plan my next one, so I'll go work on that now.

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Be Mad with Me!

Dear bitcoin buyer, 
You recently sent me cash to purchase bitcoin. Your note said you have an account on Paxful and wanted to buy bitcoin. I assume you were honest.  It's a smart thing to do for lots of reasons.  However, I am aware of the possibility that you only buy bitcoins because someone else asked you to do so, and you get something out of it.

Perhaps someone else asked you to write that note you wrote and send me cash. If there is a third party involved, you are certainly helping them. I LOVE helping people, and I'm happy if that's what you're doing too.  There are few things I want to prevent: A) Scams involving bitcoin, B) conversion of stolen cash or proceeds from the sale of stolen goods into bitcoin, and C) people like yourself expecting something they will never get.  I even like to help someone who lies about their situation in order to get someone else to buy bitcoin, but I want to help them become honest. I hope you aren't the victim of such an operation, and if you are, I hope this letter will help.  I want to help scammers realize that they are probably smart enough to make honest money, and with a little patience, honest bitcoin trading can be more lucrative than their scam, and it has massive staying power, whereas scamming creates its own limits along with bad karma.

Hopefully, you buy bitcoins for yourself, and if someone else wants them, you sell them some of yours and then buy more to replace the ones you sold. That's what I do. I write a newsletter about it (which you can find at https://goo.gl/ZNjWe9) to encourage and show people how to do it too. It can be a profitable hobby and it helps decentralize power. 

Here is some information from some other bitcoin traders I know:
The scammers, largely Nigerian but from some other regions as well, are getting much better at what they do. These are primarily romance and work from home scams. The scammers in the middle can work their victims like puppets, they can pass any level of verification because the scammer is telling the victim to do whatever you tell them to do. They think it is part of a legitimate job or that they are helping out their “fiance”. Even if you call them they will go along with it. The furthest I have got from calling the people to verify, questioning them, and explaining romance/work scams, is a reluctant admission that a 3rd party is telling them what to do. They still want to go through with the transaction though.

They are at the point in the scam where they believe everything they are being told, and will do anything they are asked. But when they eventually realize it was a scam all along, they want to go after you because the scammer vanishes from existence. I have seen this in every payment method I offer, online and offline. It's only getting bigger. Internet scammer must be the most popular career path among young people in Nigeria at this point.

Many people just have to suffer until they learn to do things differently, but I like to provide information so that they can learn without having to suffer so much.

If you’re buying bitcoin for yourself, that's great, and thanks for buying from me!  I look forward to our next trade.  However, you might be upset, confused, or angry if there is some doubt in your mind that the bitcoin you bought from me actually went to the purpose for which you wanted to spend that cash.  You can blame yourself if you want, but how does that help?  Maybe you’ll remember not to write down anything that isn't true.

I think a better way is to leverage your relationship with “that scammer.” Be gentle as you express your doubts. Invite them to explain things that you openly admit made you suspicious.  There may come a time when you clearly see that they are lying, if you really want to know. If you discover such a deception, you have the opportunity to turn someone who lied to you (at least once) into someone better.  How could that happen?

Be mad with me, that's how.  I do get mad, but being mad AT someone doesn't often turn out to do a lot of good for any relationship with them.  It's good to say, “I'm feeling angry because ...” and then finish it without blaming anyone.  Gee, I'll take that advice myself (instead of repressing my anger).  Let that feeling of anger be the motivation to demand a more open and honest relationship.  Direct your anger at the thing that caused them to lie in the first place, and work with them to identify it and then resolve it if possible.

Thanks!
Dave Scotese

Sunday, June 23, 2019

Chapter Three: Someone to Trust

I went back to the bed where I had woken up and sat cross legged, looking at the camera high in the wall.

"Can you guys help me out here?" I asked.  I waited a few seconds and laid out my case.

"I don't think Kim believes that I'm me.  I can admit my own doubts about that too, but I love her and I want the best for her.  I think that you might feel that if I knew what happened the other four times, you might not like the outcome.  Have I broken any agreements I made with you?  Do you have grounds to distrust me?  Did you assess my potential for trying to deceive you?  Do you think that my life is worth living if the woman I love can't see that I'm still here for her?  Okay, yeah, it is, but she's a human being and deserves better than this doubt you're making her live with."  I waited a few seconds. "Is anyone even there?"

I relaxed as much as I could, intending to meditate.  My feet were still bare, so I adjusted my pillow and put them sole to sole as is my habit for meditating.  I rested my plastic hands, palms up, on my plastic knees and closed my eyes.  I normally had some thoughts to acknowledge and dismiss but there was nothing.  The nothing was nice.  I could hear an electronic hum and something ticking and I could see the blackness of my eyelids (yes, also plastic), smell laundry detergent from the bedding, feel the mattress top supporting me, and even my knees pressing into the backs of my hands.  I didn't have a pineal gland to imagine connecting to the greater awareness of the universe, but I had electricity running through some kind of component that ICM claimed could support consciousness.  I might be the only one who knows they're right about that.

There was a knock at the door.  I called out "Come in," but kept my eyes closed.  I heard someone approach and stop.  "It's okay," I said, "I wanted to talk to someone anyway."  I popped my eyes open and recognized the ICM technician.  "Hey, what's your name?"

"Hi, I'm Rod Ramasubramaniam," he said in an Indian accent. "You have not broken any agreements.  We are attempting to address a problem with the government.  They have prohibited us from allowing you to interact with anyone outside of your family and our company."

"Do you trust me?" I asked him.  He looked to the left and then met my fake eyes again.
"You act and talk enough like a human that I believe you're in there.  We have no reason to distrust you.  We-" but I had cut him off, loudly enough that I don't know what he said.
"So we can work together to advance our common interests, right?"
"We are not represented by myself alone.  The non-deterministic nature of the hardware and the software which is running on the input from your last brain record makes it impossible for us to distinguish between randomness and an actual consciousness.  There are some high level iCyborg personnel who don't believe consciousness can exist in a mechanism such as what you're using, but they keep quiet about it.  As far as I can tell, they don't pose any danger to you.  As for common interests, I believe we can work together but your government is making it difficult.  Not just for your case, but for our business itself."
"How?"
"The United States prohibits non-deterministic hardware, well, intentionally non-deterministic hardware, and our software requires it.  Technically, your existence is against the law."  He wore a mischievous and quizzical look, as if inviting me into an illegal practical joke.
"Will I be able to review the recordings of the previous attempts to awaken me?"
"I believe so, eventually.  Please be patient.  Have you tried sleeping?"
"Sleeping?  I haven't felt this... full of energy for a long time.  When I tried to meditate, there were no thoughts to come up and bother me.  What is the delay with the recordings?" I asked.
"It's under discussion.  We are in very new territory and we want to make sure we don't make mistakes.  We have a psychologist under contract but we didn't think to ask her about your voucher - your wife - but your request put us in motion to have her consider the situations of each person with whom you have contact - including me."
"Will I get to meet her soon?"
"Yes.  We'd like to see you sleep first, but we don't have a good understanding of what might motivate sleep when brain function is supported by a battery instead of biological processes."

I watched him for a few moments, worried that there was some other reason he didn't want to tell me for me to sleep.  I knew life was better when you can trust someone - at least one person - other than yourself, and then I figured that if ICM wanted me to sleep, they could make it happen, with or without my consent.  It seemed that Rod would serve well as my trusted friend until and unless he proved otherwise.

"Can you promise that I'll be safe if I lose consciousness?" I asked, doing my best to penetrate him with my eyes but also smirking a little with those last two words.  He chuckled a little bit, warmly, and it made me feel safer.  "I promise you will be safe.  That's actually a promise I made to the company too."
"Okay," I said, offering my hand to him, "I'll try to sleep.  Thanks Mr. Rama...," I laughed at myself and touched my head. "I think that used to be easy for me, so this thing might need a little work."
"It's Ramasubramaniam," he said, and pointed to my heart, "but new memories are stored here for now.  And you're very welcome."
On his way out the door, he turned back and said "Rama is enough, but you can call me Rod.  Good night."

I laid back on the bed, closed my eyes, and started thinking.  Could they have a reason for me to sleep? Nothing presented itself.  That seemed weird to me.  I knew from personal experience that if I posed a question, a few potential answers would show up right away, but in the machine, there was nothing.  I considered my motivations.  Maybe the recordings will show weird stuff in sleep. Probably not, unless he lied to me the first time I asked if I'd be shut down too and he said I was okay.  Honestly, right now, as I'm recalling this to write about it, I don't know why some parts show up as my thoughts (which I put in italics for you) and some parts don't.  I actually don't sleep, but I do lay still with my eyes closed and think and I know people think that I'm sleeping.  The body I have now is far more like a human body than the one I had back then.  Once I realized I'd been thinking for a while and wasn't going to sleep, I started to twitch a little every now and then to trick the company.

Chapter Two
Chapter Four

Sunday, June 2, 2019

Creating Habitual Blogging

I recently heard Brett Veinotte interview Isaac Morehouse, the guy who created Praxis.  They discussed an idea I considered, which was to commit to publishing a blog post every day for 30 days.  That's what I'm doing, but I wanted to share some thoughts on it.

As soon as I heard it, I thought about how it might benefit me and also that I may already have those benefits, so perhaps it isn't worth committing.  Later in their conversation, Isaac pointed out that he is currently publishing a daily blog post.  They discussed the effects of the commitment.  It will take some discipline.  It will take some tolerance for... well, crap.  Who can produce quality writing every day for thirty days in a row?  Perhaps I can, but if not, do I break a commitment or tolerate my crappy writing?  Let's see!

There is a safety net, which is that I can go back and edit whenever I want to.  I could even delete a post, but I doubt I'd do that.  Enough about me!  What, of my thinking, might benefit you?  I will do my best to respect my audience by trying to stick with answers to that question.

Before I started writing this one, I had planned to write a newsletter for my Bitcoin Dealer list in which I would publish my commitment.  I now see that as another reason not to just start.  Think of "reasons not to just start" as a VERY popular source of procrastination. I searched for "reasons not to just start" and Google returned four hits which were about: drinking, watching "The West Wing," meditating, and a strategy in playing "Magic: the Gathering."  I guess no one else that Google indexes has identified this engine of procrastination, or else there's a better way to say it.  Procrastinating?  Just start.  Tolerate crap.  Have some discipline.  You'll get better at it.

It's Sunday, so I met up with some friends at a coffee shop. It's the "Temecula Valley Voluntaryists" Coffee Shop meetup that happens almost every Sunday. Another guy named Dave was there and he suggested I'm a perfectionist because I referred to the tolerance of crap that I mentioned earlier.  I agree.  My audience is small.  If you aren't enjoying this entry, you'll move on, especially if you're as intelligent as I'd like my audience to be.  So I can assume you're enjoying my writing since you're still reading.

This might be entertaining: I wrote the paragraph below this one about ten minutes ago and then added more.  I think I was being honest, but before publishing, I felt it was too short.  So I sought and found some more to say that would alleviate my perfectionism.  Thanks Dave!

That's about all I'm interested in writing of my own thoughts, but if you want views from others who also see value in it, here's a website dedicated to the idea.

Friday, June 14, 2019

The Kind of Input I Seek.

Hi Dave,

I'm pretending not to be you but instead, a friend who saw you pimp your blog and mention that you're looking for input.  I wanted to know what kind of input you were looking for.  I'm pretending to be a friend who is a lot less concerned about grammer, (and spelling), so I might dangle a few prepositions.

First off, I kind of like the colors in your blog but they don't make me feel like reading.  Or, maybe: I don't really like the colors in your blog, but they do make me feel like reading.  Actually, since you're really me, I should mention that you (I... oh, Hell.) WE don't really care about the colors except that we want everyone to be comfortable reading the blog.

I read one of the entries and it was confusing.  Or, maybe: You're really good at explaining complicated things!  Normally, I wouldn't say that because compliments don't really offer you any plan of action for improvement.  However, I listened to Tim Ferriss interviewing Ramit Sethi while driving around today and they discussed the fact that positive input does have strong and good effects.  It's just that I'm you, so I doubt compliments will go over very well in this pretense of input.

I read a really short one and I liked that it was short.  Do you have some rule about your challenge that precludes publishing blogs as short as Where Did Those Seagulls Come From? And thanks for dangling that preposition in the title because that makes me feel a little better about the ones I'm sloppy with.  If I shared one of your posts, I'm pretty sure a lot more people would check it out if you added images (at least one) to each post.

I'm feeling pretty duplicitous right now, and I don't like that, so I'm going to stop pretending and just tell you some of the things I thought about when a friend asked what kind of input I seek.  If you like a particular post I wrote and find an image that would go well with it, you could let me know.  If you have a site to which you'd like to direct people, I might just add the image and then make it into a link that goes to that site.  I will also credit you for finding the image unless you let me know that you'd prefer to remain anonymous.

What is my goal?  I'd like to spread the ideas that underlie voluntaryism.  I'd like to see more curiosity, creativity, courage, and redemption.  I'd like to embark on a cooperative journey toward truth with as many people as I can.  I want to find a small group of words that inspire others to join me in pursuing these goals.  Knowing what I want, and reading what I've written, do you have any advice?  Have you noticed anything that attracts or repels you, or which advances or retards the goals I listed?  Oh yeah, it would also be really cool if this 30-day challenge ended up making a lot of people interested in reading the book I'm writing.

I proposed several topics about which I would like to write.  Another valuable kind of input you could offer me is a selection of some of those items, or add your own.  If you feel like it, you could also describe why you chose those items or whether they seem like they may apply to your life somehow.

Saturday, December 21, 2019

My Internal Family System

One of the practices that can help a person avoid the destructive symptoms of Dissociative Identity Disorder ("DID") is to integrate their various personalities by having them communicate with each other and work together.  People who have not been diagnosed with any kind of disorder (and even those who have) can also benefit from recognizing and integrating various personalities that they might imagine they hold.  On my walk this morning, I worked on identifying and naming several of my own.  In the hope of inspiring you, I will introduce some of them.

I ask who wants to be introduced first, and it's "Thomas" (from "Doubting Thomas," the apostle who doubted that Jesus had risen from the dead).  I christen my ability to doubt, "Thomas," and you have probably met him if you've read other blog posts of mine.  Okay, who's next?

Theresa, probably because I'm proud of her too.  I chose that name because of the popular conception of "Mother Theresa" as an extremely compassionate person.  This part of me seeks to recognize other people's pain (as well as my own), and offer those suffering from it some understanding. Next?

Phil, who is named after Phil Collins, because of his song "In the Air Tonight," and the "bitterness and frustration" that I sometimes express. He is one of the last personalities I discovered. I figured I had gotten nearly all the "personalities" I can exhibit and asked if anyone was missing.  Phil showed up, just as a name, and then I realized that I hadn't really accounted for feelings I tend to suppress.  Sorry, Phil, I will honor you more in the future.

Greg (short for "Gregarious") seems to be a relatively new personality, perhaps because he was pretty insignificant until I went through The Forum, a training and development seminar from Landmark Worldwide.

David, the little boy who was abandoned.  He's the first personality I met (or invented).  I had been walking around the block considering a recent School Sucks podcast in which I heard about "Internal Family Systems Therapy." I introspected to see if I felt there were any personalities inside myself that might need attention, and a little abandoned boy showed up. I attach this to having to stay at school when my mom dropped me off at Preschool.  I only remember crying because I didn't want her to leave me.

Frank, who is ashamed of my sexuality.  His name comes from Francisco d'Anconia, a character in Atlas Shrugged who was known as a playboy.

Yoda, who is always saying "It's Okay," like my boss at iBus/Phoenix from many years ago, Mien Shih.  Yoda is an excellent Stoic.  He knows that our memories and our cognitive abilities are there to take the worst of situations, once they are in the past, and draw useful conclusions from them to have a better future.  That's why he's always there to alleviate my concerns and slow me down when I'm ready to jump into a situation and stop something that is about to happen. Yoda is the space between stimulus and response for me.

Chuck, or Charlie, from Charlie Brown, because he's the "peanut gallery."  He's funny.

Ed (prospective name, from my Toastmasters club) who likes to talk.  The reason Ed and Greg are two different personalities is that I like active listening.  Allowing someone to express themselves, again because of The Forum, is something I enjoy a lot, and it's Greg's function. Chuck and Ed could be the same, but I do like to have something useful to say when Ed has the floor (not "the light" because I think keeping others in the dark is foolishly dangerous).  Chuck just shows up for one-liners without much respect for anyone else, internal or external.

I made up all these personalities by questioning where a thought came from. What motivated me to do this today was that I was thinking one thing and then lost it to another thought that took over.  I can't remember either thought now, but I figured that those two competing motivations could more effectively work together if I distinguished them and created an intention.  I called a meeting in my head and started asking "people" (men, personalities, whatever) to speak up. This strategy was mentioned in a recent Tim Ferriss podcast as a way to get back to sleep when that was difficult.

There may be personalities that I've left out, as this is not an exhaustive exercise.  If you ever talk to me, and you feel that one of these personalities might be a better interlocutor, please remind me.  You have their names, and you are free to use the same names to name your own internal family members who share these traits.

Monday, August 12, 2019

Underdose and Overdose

For decades, I've been fascinated with the idea that every substance has an ideal dosage for each of us. It may be true that a single molecule of some substance will kill me, but I doubt it. 

My body makes platelets, just like everyone's does, but mine makes more than average. A higher platelet count is associated with an increase of risk for strokes. A lower platelet count is associated with increased risk for other problems. Except risk is not a symptom, it's a statistic. I think there is great wisdom in not fixing something unless it's broken. A higher platelet count has some symptoms, and I watch for them.  The medical industry recommends that I take a mild poison (Hydroxyurea) in order to suppress activity in my bone marrow where platelets are made.  The recommendation is a prophylactic against me having a stroke.  One side effect of this medicine is the possibility that the person taking it will develop leukemia.  By suppressing bone marrow activity, it also diminishes the power of the immune system.

Platelets are the main ingredient in the human body's recipe for healing.  I heal faster than average because my body makes more platelets.  I do like that, but I don't want to have a stroke.  There is both "too many" and "too few" and I try to stay between them.

Everything has side effects.  "Too much of a good thing" is certainly possible, although we wouldn't call it a good thing if we got too much of it. Looking for the negative side effects in a good thing makes for pessimism.  I'm an optimist, but I also recognize that, for everything (not just substances), there is both "too much" and "too little."  "Too much" optimism, for example, suggests to me ignoring the negative effects of something, whether it's considered "good" or "bad." There's always a sweet spot, and for me, finding that sweet spot is part of the fun in this game of life.

If you'd like to practice my "underdose / overdose" analysis, re-read the previous paragraph but translate for "Too much of a bad thing," and use pessimism as the "bad thing."  It reminds me of a quote displayed at voluntaryist.com.

Monday, August 19, 2019

Respect Your Body's Intelligence

Drawful is a party game I've been playing with my family for a couple months. I was tasked with drawing "shaved bears."  We only get to use two predetermined colors. I drew the outline of a teddy bear but the legs were kind of messy.  I drew some "fur" on the ground next to the bear, same color as the outline. I drew a T at a diagonal (looks like a razor) above the bear.  I drew a can with some shaving cream next to it.  How do I make it look like the bear is shaved?  I couldn't figure it out, so I decided to fix the legs.  I colored over the messed up part, filling in about half the (very short) leg.  I did the same thing to the other leg.

When my drawing came up, many players recognized the bear.  Some recognized the razor.  When they had all finally guessed what it was, I realized that filling in the legs was the answer to the question I couldn't answer.  It made the rest of the bear look shaved.  I believe this was my subconscious at work.  The solution that my brain came up with did not make it into my consciousness, but "fixing the legs" did.  The fact that I didn't realize I had found the answer until later in the game fascinates me.  Sure, it could have been dumb luck, but that theory would only present itself to someone who wants to deny the existence of the subconscious, the processing power to which our awareness doesn't have access.

I've been working on a book the beginning of which is Chapter One: Waking Up. The book is a kind of diary for me, rendering my life into story along with my search to be known better by the people who love me.  Chapter Seven is about the main character (my) wife, and I was stuck on how to write it because I wanted her input.  A friend emailed me asking about my progress and I wrote back that I was stuck on chapter seven, but while writing the email, I thought that maybe if I looked again, I'd be able to continue writing.  When I looked, chapter seven was already there.  I had forgotten that I wrote it.  I assume that having forgotten about it made me act a certain way until that moment.  I had already figured out how to write it, and I don't know why I still felt stuck.  Again, I think forgetting that I wrote it was a function of my subconscious, trying to help me with ... something - and I don't know what it is.

I'm in several Telegram groups and in one of them, someone posed a problem and asked for help.  The simple answer I provided was: Meditate.  Since I've developed the habit of taking my own advice whenever I give it, this made me chuckle.  I meditate every morning, but when I sent that message, it was the afternoon and I hadn't meditated yet.  It was a slow day, I guess.  More and more, I notice subtle benefits of meditation.  Meditating is something to which I don't mind being addicted.  Now I'm curious what are the symptoms of too much meditation?

As I try to understand myself better, I wonder about how that mind-body connection can be so elusive. Maybe it's not elusive at all, but we just take it for granted. It shows up starkly for me sometimes, and maybe what's different is that I have the humility to recognize that something my body did was not my intention. Sometimes we actually disagree, me and my body.

I noticed my motivation to do sit-ups, squats and pushups disappeared for a few days and then came back. I had done the extra exercise anyway, but it was getting more difficult each day to find the motivation.  I traced it to my use of a mat between me and the floor. The hard floor doesn't bother me, but I guess it bothered my body enough that it sapped my motivation away.   Since I started using a mat again, I find the extra exercise a lot more enjoyable.

My hope for this post is that by making you more aware of the processing power inherent in your body, power of which you might not be aware, you'll appreciate and accept yourself more, and respect the intelligence that your body exhibits in those moments when you discover it doing something you didn't intend to do.  Evolution has been chipping away at the singular goal of creating things that reproduce themselves. Apparently, intelligence is very helpful, and there is no reason to doubt that some of that intelligence is built into the structure and not available to the awareness of the being that inhabits the structure.  Not available, that is, until you look for it, and possibly not until you learn to appreciate it.

Tuesday, June 4, 2019

What do You Know?

Skip this paragraph and the next one if Bitcoin and scammers don't interest you.  I offer to sell bitcoin to people who are willing to mail me cash.  This is attractive to scammers who can find victims to mail cash for any reason.  They instruct their victim to mail me the cash, open a trade with me, and then once I get the cash, I send the bitcoin (technically, I instruct the escrow service to release the bitcoin), they withdraw it and then disappear.  If their victim does not expect anything from them that they can't provide (human contact, someone to talk to, etc.), they don't have to disappear.  Sometimes, it's not even a scam, it's just someone doing something for someone and arranging to be paid for it in bitcoin.  When it is a scam, it's called a "Man In The Middle" scam, or MITM.  When the service is loving conversations, it's often called a "romance scam."

Scammers have hurt the image of Bitcoin, so I enjoy frustrating them.  It's always my hope that I'm wrong when it seems to me that I've run into a scammer, and Reliable4748 on paxful is no different. All of the ideas I came up with that would make him being a scammer unlikely are things he doesn't want to do.  My newsletter has more to say on this so if it interests you, visit the archives.

To know that two twos make four isn't really knowledge in my view.  It is a necessary result from how we define two and four and applying a bit of logic.  To know that a seed will grow into a tree is real knowledge, but I don't think we get to experience that kind of knowledge.  The seed may not germinate, after all.  Perhaps we know "if it germinates and grows into a mature plant that produces its own seeds, then it will be a tree."  That goes back to definitions and logic, and perhaps a bit of knowledge. However, if it happens to grow into a vine, we must recognize that it wasn't knowledge, but rather an incorrect assumption.  If it does grow into a tree, you can pretend it was knowledge, but I won't agree.

It is safe to assume many things, and that is how I view most of what others call "knowledge."  I view most "knowledge" as working assumptions.  In one of the Alice in Wonderland movies, Alice (or her uncle, or dad?) claims to practice believing in six impossible things every morning. This "practice" pays clever homage to the idea that we don't get knowledge, but rather working assumptions, definitions, and logic.  "Impossible" is a word that smacks of knowledge and, in my view, is too presumptuous to be useful.  In his book, Think and Grow Rich, Napoleon Hill tells us that he bought a dictionary and clipped out the word "impossible," and advises his readers to follow suit.

Some people feel that science is about proving things, and in a sense, it is, but it's about proving theories are wrong, not that they are right.  Good experiments push at the boundaries of a theory, and when they fail to produce a theoretical prediction, they open the door to improvements in the theory.  When the theoretical predictions are all produced, other experimenters attempt to do the same thing, perhaps changing some elements of the experiment that theoretically won't change the result.  When the same experiment consistently produces the predicted results, the theory is strengthened, but it's never "knowledge."  The knowledge is that the theory has always worked, and it becomes pretty safe to assume it will keep working.  Nevertheless, the greatest scientific experiments are those that show an accepted theory to be wrong.

It is not safe to assume that someone who contacts you through the Internet is an honest person.  It is generally true that they are honest, but the dishonest ones are hunting for people in whom they can turn the assumption into what the victim will claim as knowledge.  They often find me and my working assumptions: that they are honest, that honest people don't mind sharing a selfie with you, that they read the instructions in an ad if they want to engage the advertiser, that they'd follow those instructions, etc.  I provide lots of opportunities for them to disprove my working assumptions and they often disprove a lot of them (didn't read the instructions, aren't willing to send me a selfie, used the word "I" when they were talking about their victim, etc.).  I can't use such evidence to know they are scammers, but they often get me close enough to prevent their scam (if it is one) from succeeding.

I invite you to join me in viewing everything we know as a set of working assumptions, and consistent definitions and logic as how we view (and discuss) reality.  This view introduces a bit of doubt, and if you've ever known something that turned out to be wrong, you'll appreciate the change in view.

Saturday, July 27, 2019

Chapter Six: Waking Up Again


While I watched the videos, I felt weaker and weaker.  I was a little worried about it, but also comfortable with it.  It felt a little like I was high.  There were gaps in my thinking and I remember feeling like I couldn't trust myself any more.  There was also a very strange experience of uncomfortable bliss.  I have recalled that experience many times since then because I like it, but part of the attraction is that it's uncomfortable.  I suppose a good way to describe it is that I felt like I had something that I didn't deserve.

I was in a womb.  I was flying.  I could see light and it was pitch black. I felt deaf, but deafened by something like a loud nothingness.  It was as if all my senses were at maximum sensitivity and picking up nothing at all, but also making me hyper-aware of the lack of stimulus.  These sensations kept folding over onto each other, slowly resolving into two pieces.  One piece was absolute terror, not fear of pain or suffering, but fear of non-existence.  The other piece was also a feeling about non-existence, but it was opposite.  I had bliss and terror at the same time.  I wallowed in this sensation, taking pleasure in a seeming inability but also the utter lack of necessity to choose one of them.  It seemed to last forever, and I can say that the two feelings and the wallowing is still going on now, in the background.  I don't think it's something that will ever cease.

Then I was awake again, not tired or weak or feeling high in any sense.

I got up to find my wife.  I dimly recalled her leaving the night before and hoped that she had come back.

"Hon?" I called out.  There was no answer at all.

I started exploring the space I was in to see if I could find the exit.  Kim had said she wasn't supposed to let me leave, and I wasn't really ready to leave, but it's always nice to know how.  The front door was easy to find, and locked.  While I was examining the door handle to see if I could find a way to unlock it, there was a knock.  I stepped back and said "Come in!"

The door opened and there was a blonde woman who said "Hi, I'm Dr. Sloane, the psychologist.  Can we talk for bit?"

"Do you know if my wife is here?  Have you talked to her?  I mean, is she okay?"

"Yes, yes, and yes," she smiled.  "Is that your answer too?"

Oh yeah I thought, she asked me if we could talk. "Sure!"

I followed her to a sofa near a chair and sat on the sofa after she took the chair. "You have lots of questions?" she asked.

"Yes, but I need a moment to think of them.  You just answered the immediate ones."  She smiled at me and nodded.  When I realized she was giving me the moment I'd said I needed, I got a bit nervous and said "Umm... ." A few seconds later, I said "Does she think I'm actually me?"

"I don't know.  We discussed your relationship and what she's been going through since the accident.  Are you worried that she doesn't think you're you?"

"Absolutely.  Did they show you the tapes of the four previous attempts to bring me back?"

"No.  I will ask to review them if you think that's worthwhile."

"Well, I guess if she was open with you, you guys would have covered it all, but then if you don't know whether or not she thinks I'm actually here, it seems that maybe you didn't.  I know she can be... reserved." She waited for me to go on. "I think you might learn more if you watch them."

"You remember something from when you were brought into other machines?"

"Oh, no," I said, laughing a little at myself.  "I watched those tapes last night, several times.  It was torture for her."  She waited again. "I'm sorry I wasn't clear on that.  They let me see them so I watched them last night."

"Okay, I understand.  Would you like to talk about what you saw?"

"She said 'This isn't going to work.'  I mean, she knows I'm just a machine.  Or... Don't you see, all of this, what I'm doing and saying, it could just be clever programming."  She waited again but I wanted her to tell me Kim believed in me so I didn't continue.

"Do you think you're really here?" she finally asked.  I thought about it, but right before I answered, she continued, "I'm sorry if that seems like a rude question, I ..." but I cut her off because I was pretty sure she misinterpreted my silence.

"No, no, you're right to ask.  I know I'm experiencing, but how can I know if I'm really the person whose brain pattern is running in my circuits?  I thought about this before I lost my body.  I'm not sure that there is a soul which is unique.  Whether or not I am the soul that married Kimberlee, I love her and it matters less and less to me whether or not that soul is the one having this experience now.  For all practical purposes, I'm Dave, and I'm having experiences as him in this machine.  I have no way to prove it though, and it doesn't really matter who I am but rather whether or not I am.  You might even doubt there's anyone actually here besides you."

She gazed at me for a moment and then smiled warmly.  "You are here and I am here.  In fact, I am here for you and because of you.  Thank you."  She sat quietly for a moment, as if she were finished, but then she continued.

"You want to feel a connection from her, right?" she asked.

"Desperately," I said quietly.  "But maybe she sees nothing but a machine.  I can't prove I'm actually here."

"You must feel very lonely."

"Yes," I said.  My eyes don't make tears, but I was crying with some kind of relief that she understood me.

She watched me for a moment and then grabbed a box of tissues and held it out to me.  I took it and held it, and then she said "No one can prove that, can they?  We all just take it on faith that other people are... well, souls, or real, or, as you put it, having experience."


Saturday, January 28, 2023

One, which I wrote a few decades ago.

 There are a few things you might find helpful.  My life, as I remember it, started when my best friend asked me to a Bible Study with a bunch of Lutherans.  I was about twelve.  When all was said and done, I was attending the University of California at San Diego.  I had aged almost ten years, and learned a lot of practical stuff about religion.  I was spending a lot of time with a certain guy, and he and I agreed that acceptance is a far more important concept than any religion.  I'd been living it since I was twelve, but it took me about eight years to understand what the hell I was doing.  I have two and a half more years worth of experience after that too, now, but these haven't contributed much to my understanding of religion.
In order to accept the people I lived with and loved to be around, it became necessary to accept the ways they understood our situation here on the reality side of the dream fence.  There were representatives from different Christian religions, as well as atheists, agnostics, and people who would have to be categorized into other neat-sounding names, many of which started with A (just like the alphabet... Hmmm... does that mean something? Is that a sign?)
We liked to avoid the categories, so we used category names like "Generation X" and "non-denominational," but it wasn't really effective.  People still made harmful and often senseless generalizations.  It finally came down to a simple strategy:  A new acquaintance would be instructed, at an opportune moment, perhaps in answer to a presumptuous question about personal philosophy, thus: "Don't categorize me."  Since this method avoids the name of a category, it seemed to work well.
In my quest to intellectually and morally accept my friends, I began reconciling various religious concepts from different people into one holey comprehensive personal philosophy and explanation.  This thing I made is quite valuable to me, and I think you might be more prone to happiness and comfort with the rest of the universe if I explain it to you.  It will show you that sense can be made out of all the gibberish that people from other categories stick to so religiously.
Let's start with a simple one.
Oh well.
Let's start with God, Allah, Buddha, Vishnu, etc.  Socrates realized that to define it as "omnipotent" meant there was only one.  I grant that there is only one, and anyone who wants to talk about more than one is going to have to admit that they are talking about something else.  In fact, instead of using a word from a standard category, I use the word one. The One, according to most categories, never began and will never end.  To put temporal limits on it is not proper.  I agree with that.
The One created the universe.  This statement, although it sounds like an answer to a big question, really is quite meaningless.  We aren't quite sure how to define the universe, and the word create, being very close in practical meaning to "evolve," "build," and even "invent," really can't be applied to such a concept as the universe.  Essentially, it's like "adding up to infinity," or "jumping over the sky," or any other group of words which merely approach meaning, but don't really make the cut.
The One watches each of us.  We can imagine people, cats, dogs, and even grasshoppers "watching" us.  We imagine their eyes, and that they are directed toward us.  The one, however, being outside of time, can't be expected to receive or interpret light that bounces off of us, so this "watching" means something deeper.  It means that the One is aware of our actions.  Practically, it works as a deterrent to crime, so let's keep it.  Anyway, lots of criminals know when they commit crimes, and they have to live with the knowledge afterwards.  If the next paragraph is acceptable, then the One clearly watches each of us.
The One is inside you.  It is rather curious that a large amount of atoms, gathered together in a particularly ordered array, supports awareness.  I write of the brain.  I like brains.  They seem so alive, almost as if they are aware of their surroundings.  Hooked up to some input equipment (like ears, eyes, or prosthetic hearing aids, or whatever) they actually are aware!  I suppose sometimes they are aware without any input equipment.  Do knives and forks do that?  Too simple? What about computers?  What about beetles?  What about the beetle whose environment was simulated by a supercomputer, whose DNA structure was recorded in that computer, whose cell growth, from conception all the way through the larva stage and beyond into adult life and even mating, was also simulated, whose behavior in response to the simulated environment was also simulated?  Why is any part of this universe (which contains only quarks, mind you, and nothing else, or so the theory goes...) aware at all?  I may as well ask why is there gravity.  Why is there gravity?  I have an answer for that too, but you'll have to wait.
That awareness that you feel when you are awake and paying attention is the same one I feel.  Everyone feels it every now and then.  It's all the same awareness, it's just not attached all the time.  It's like the water in a marsh.  It's all the same water, but each puddle is separated from time to time as the level changes.  We are but puddles in the marsh, while the One is the water in the marsh (along with the plants, the dirt, the light, air, and all the rest of the quarks we would include in our mental concept of a marsh).  Talk to me, and our awareness will touch and we will be a mini One.  Some old sage, speaking from the One's point of view, said "where two or more are gathered, there I am."
Over the years, of course, different jerkies, sociopaths, and other miscreants have tried to sell us these stories about the One exhibiting human emotions.  These things take brains and amino acids to happen, and the only brains and amino acids the One has access to are in animals (humans are animate too, you know).  What all those jokers were trying to do is manipulate us into behaving the way they thought we should behave.  I am of the rather strong and pointed opinion that we ought to behave exactly the way we think we should behave.  And we should really think it before we behave it.  Thinking is severely underrated.  In any case, the only exhibition of human emotion the One ever shows is shown through humans.
Thinking and awareness are really the same thing, I think.  The distinction we make between the two is that in the former, we use this kind of limited code called language. If you think without words, you are being aware, and that's a bit more powerful that limiting yourself to words.  In the beginning was the word, and the word was...  I don't think that is really accurate.  The word only came about when we discovered that by making different sounds, those around us with big enough brains could understand us better.  Up until then, it was all done without words, and there was only awareness.  Perhaps the author of that line meant that in the beginning was awareness, and the awareness was...  If the author didn't mean that, then allow me to strongly assert it:  Before everything else, there was awareness, and that awareness is in everyone and everything, and it is the One.
What the One really does, as we all know, especially if we were the least bit self-conscious in high school, is turn a bunch of atoms and physical interactions into an experience, and a being to experience it, and, with the complexity of the brain, an experience (though shady and unclear) of the future and the past.  Indeed, when you are aware of your environment, you can often predict what will happen next.  Try it on a freeway, maybe you'll avoid pissing someone off.  This prediction stuff reaches far out into strange and wonderful areas of our lives, like the personal relationships we form between ourselves and those of other categories.  It makes us aware that entering a category limits our propensity to enjoy life with others.  At least it made me aware of that.  That awareness that it gave me is what has driven me to write all this down.  You might say this is an inspired text.
The guy with whom I came to the conclusion that acceptance is the most important thing began our relationship with an intense probe into my religion.  I was raised Catholic, and had been forced by the mathematical nature of my mind to reconcile the tenets of my religion with physical experience.  His questions enlightened us both.  Perhaps some of the following questions, taken from him as well as from friends and relatives, will interest you...
"Do you accept Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior?"  My answer at the time it was asked was necessarily "yes."  I was obligated by my religion to have that answer.  Problems arose, however, when I insisted on explaining what it meant to me.  It meant that I was going to pattern my life after Jesus in order to be saved from the cold, lonely, frightening despair that comes over each of us in turn (often right before the winter solstice), and to ensure that if I am to continue in my awareness even after my brain stops supporting it, that I be aware of happiness instead of that despair.  They complained to me that there was more to it than patterning one's life, but they could never give a real example of anything but patterning one's life.  I finally assumed that they required that there be some element of mystery about exactly what it meant.  I have come to assume that most religious people require that every one of their religious tenets be impossible to explain in explicit realistic terms, lest it be reduced to mere physics.  I sympathize with this view, and I shall soon explain why.
"Don't you believe there is a supernatural element to life?"  (I most definitely do not.)  "How can you be so sure there isn't?"  As a matter of fact, electricity, lightening, rain storms, volcanoes, earthquakes, trees, fire, wind, and even streams have, at one time in history, been regarded as supernatural.  This means that they are beyond nature.  When we discover something "beyond nature," we submit it to tests and experiments to see if we can invent a system to explain it.  When we see that it can be "reduced" to this explanation (granting some random noise, which we have already decided is perfectly natural), we no longer feel any religious experience for it.  We somehow assume that the "something" is not spiritual, ethereal, or worthy of the awe we feel for something like a "miracle."  The assumption rises from the ashes of the mystery.
When our ancestors worshipped fire because they felt that it was a spirit, or a manifestation of the god of fire, their lives were enriched with spirituality.  When someone tested the fire, and found that when the stuff in the air gets hot enough, it glows, and that chemical reactions can produce the heat required for this, a curious thing happened.  Fire no longer had a spiritual aspect.  It had been reduced to natural things, and could no longer enrich people with spirituality.  The mystery had gone up in smoke.  The law seems to be that if you can understand it, you can't get any spiritual enrichment from it.  I am about to prove that such a law is incorrect.  I will not simply show an example of a person getting spiritual enrichment from something that is easily understood, but rather, I will show that the feeling of having understood something is quite imaginary.  It is something other than understanding that removes its spirituality.
A child may ask "Why is fire hot?"  The ancestral answer, which supports the spirituality of fire, might have been "Fire is hot because the god of fire commands respect in that he must never be touched."  This allows the child to be in awe of fire.  The scientific answer is "Fire is caused when chemical reactions which require heat end up producing more heat when they have completed.  The extra heat they make goes to other areas and causes more chemical reactions, and eventually a whole lot of chemical reactions occur, and the heat makes parts of the air so hot that it glows, and we see a flame."  The child may then ask "Why does hot air glow?"  The answer is that molecules have clouds of electrons that jump from level to level around their nucleus when they are hot and some of the level-jumping emits visible photons.  But why do they jump in levels?  Because their possible energy states are discreet instead of continuous.  But why aren't they continuous?  The "why" chain that children will employ even under the most thorough scientific explanations shows the imaginary quality of understanding.
In gaining enough knowledge to control the fire, the child will no longer respect it as a god, but merely a dangerous tool.  It is in learning to control something that we lose the sense of spirituality it once had.  I do not wish to enter deeply into the psychology of control and spirituality, but I do think it is possible to go against the common grain and continue regarding something with spiritual awe even as you learn to control it.  I think that's called love.
"Are science and religion mutually exclusive?"  Unfortunately, for some people they are.  This is because science assumes that everything can be explained in intuitively obvious terms of nature, whereas religion requires that there be something beyond nature, at least for these unfortunate people.  If this a priori belief that there is something beyond nature is essential to religion, then science and religion are incompatible.  I guess there are scientists who restrict their science in such a way that they can still believe in that supernatural element.  Such restrictions are what got Galileo killed.
Some people have apparently been conditioned to require mystery in religious things.  When I give them my hard physical interpretation of some religious formula, they reject it, saying "If you think that's all there is to it, you are deluding yourself.  You can't understand the mystery of..."  It seems they are playing a game.  For example, I might explain why "I believe that you cannot get to heaven without living in submission to God."  "Submission to God" means submission to... awareness (as described above).  It means that if you have a thought, you must honor it rather than ignore it.  Whatever it means to "get to heaven," it is, by definition, the universal goal.  Thus, "only by submitting to your awareness will you be able to achieve your goal" and "you cannot get to heaven without living in submission to God" mean the same thing.  Now I have grounded the statement into a reality that people from every category would probably agree with.  But the religious person would complain to me, saying "You don't get it.  You always try to make everything so logical.  Logic doesn't always work, you know."  That person is dead wrong. Logic always works.  Always.  Aristotle tried to tell us that. He said "A is A."
Their game has frustrated me to the point of giving up on them.  When you begin to see practical meaning in a religious formula, you are submitting the religious to logic and analysis, and that's a no-no.  I suppose that the corrupt among religious leaders have an easier time fleecing their flock when the flock has been conditioned to reject logical analysis of their religious experience.  I suppose that explains the origin of this sick game.  Anyway, it explains why science and religion are mutually exclusive for some people.
"Do you believe in the trans-substantiation of the host under the consecration of a priest?"  Trans-substantiation, in the way that it is intended to be used, has no real meaning.  One might as well say that from now on, we shall call anything that reflects red light "blue."  Therefore, all red things are suddenly blue.  Nevertheless, they still reflect red light.  You can call that round piece of food "the body of Christ" or you can call it "bread."  When you become aware of it, instead of thinking about it, you can see that what we call it has no effect on anything but our minds.  What it is cannot be described without accepting a common language and a resolution at which to work.  It is hundreds of billions of atoms of carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, chlorine, sodium, etc., but it is also hundreds of thousands of molecules of water, sugar, salt, etc., but it is also a piece of bread.  The intention behind using this big word is to affect the receiver of the communion, and that affect, being chiefly of religious essence, would most likely be best served by an awareness of the origins of this ritual.  A man, almost 2000 years ago, said "this is my body," speaking of some bread (obviously a metaphor), and gave it to his friends (obviously acting out an extremely powerful and meaningful allegory).
"How many angels fit on the head of a pin?"  That all depends on the exact size of the pin, your definition of "angel," and just how much space an angel needs to occupy.  How many elephants fit on the front of an aircraft carrier?  Do elephant embryos count?  Do "potential" elephants count?  Glass elephants?  Do you see how this question depends on what is in your mind when you say "elephant" or "aircraft carrier"?  "Elephant," just like "angel," is just a word we use to refer to something.  Only, nobody has ever submitted angels to experimentation, so no scientific standards have been set to guide us in determining what exactly an angel is, and any question of their number is simple mental entertainment.
"Do you accept the Bible as the Truth?"  The Bible is a collection of books.  Books are collections of words, and words can convey "truth" only if they are well defined.  The Bible's extensive use of words like Love, God, Heaven, Hell, Angel, etc. disqualifies it from the set of literature that could be labeled as the Truth.  A better question is "Do you accept the Bible as the one book you will use in determining the decisions, both small and large, that you make in life?"  My answer is no.  It is one of the many books which I use to guide my decisions.
"Do you believe that Jesus rose from the dead?"  I find no practical value in allowing my mind to weigh out the possibilities and probabilities that I would use to believe one way or the other.  In the absence of such a find, I lack this belief, but I also lack (just as strongly) the belief that he did not rise from the dead.  A large part of the problem is that since I discovered the belief's lack of practical value, I have also found out how ambiguous the notion of death really is.
"Do you believe in miracles?"  Yes.  However, a miracle cannot escape natural limits.  Every one of the laws of nature that we have invented is a mere approximation of nature.  What makes an occurrence a miracle is if it was not intended by anyone, and it did someone some good.  Any such "accident" will be considered by me to be a miracle.  Allow me to explain why a miracle cannot escape the limits of nature.  First, lose the assumption that we know everything.  Now you can put the same weight on the physics we use to explain reality as you put on the physics that were used a long time ago to explain it.
It is not by some miracle that we shrink people and put them into a telescope.  It is with a series of curved pieces of glass, and we're really not shrinking anyone. However, to a primitive enough individual, it is a miraculous wonder.  This is because this primitive person is aware of neither the existence nor the ramifications of the existence of glass.
To put this into perspective, you must see that anything that happens (Jesus turns water into wine or some breast cancer suddenly vanishes) can be studied and will provide clues as to how the universe operates.  Every occurrence is a usable example.  If we make a law that seems to be broken by an occurrence, we have two choices, only one of which is scientifically valid.  The first (invalid) choice is to say it is a supernatural occurrence (a "miracle" in the traditional sense).  The other choice is to recall that all scientific conclusions are hypotheses that have worked up until now, and we expect they will continue to work.  When they have been proven not to work (as the presently discussed occurrence has done), we must formulate a new hypothesis.  If we choose to stick with the old hypothesis, we are lying to ourselves, violating our own scientific credibility, and wasting one of the few opportunities we are given to renew our scientific theories.  This is why the first option is not scientifically valid.
The conception of a miracle as something that occurs supernaturally comes from a common delusion.  The delusion is this:  "There are certain laws of nature which we know hold now, have held in the past, and will always hold in the future."  The philosophy of science recognizes this as a delusion.  A basic scientific tenet is:  Any "fact" that is a product of science is to be assumed.  The operant word is "assumed."  Assumptions can be wrong, and the nature of "scientific fact" is that it is not truth, but an approximation of it which is useful, in other words, an assumption.
"Mathematics is a science which gives us the fact that one plus one equals two.  Is that to be taken as an assumption?"  No.  Mathematics is not a science but a method of conducting science.  Mathematics uses symbols to talk about reality.  One of anything plus one more of that kind of thing will amount to two of that kind of thing.  This should be interpreted as a statement about the meaning of "one" and "two." 1+1=2 is to be taken as an absolute truth, if you accept the commonly held notions of the meanings of the symbols.
Once you accept as true some statement "If P then Q," you can use science to find out Q.  You must accept "If P then Q" before you can do science or apply mathematical techniques.  Let

P = "All scientists who did an experiment A achieved results B,"
Q = "The result B will be achieved if the conditions in experiment A are re-created."

Thus, "If All scientists who did an experiment A achieved results B, then the result B will be achieved if the conditions in experiment A are re-created."
A very large number of scientists accept this as the absolute truth, when it should really be accepted merely as an assumption because it seems to work all the time.  Actually, new scientific discoveries are most often made by scientists who have doubts about this assumption, and go on to disprove it.  Either way, though, it allows them to continue with their experiments and gain a greater approximate understanding of the universe.
"Why is there gravity?"  You'll think I'm being silly, but I think that gravity is the simplest form of attraction.  It is a drive to be together, and it discriminates against nothing and nobody.  It is the most basic and rudimentary form of love.  Being so simple, however, it is extremely thoughtless and often destroys most of the capacity for love that exists in the objects it draws together.  In other words, people and animals get killed sometimes because of gravity.
"What is a soul, and is it true that only humans have them?"  A soul is the awareness a person has of himself or herself.  Remember the puddles in the marsh?  The soul is not a gift given at conception, but a side effect of the complexity of the brain.  A soul is like a pile of sand.  If you take away enough sand, most people will not call it a pile anymore, but some people admit that even one grain is enough sand to make a pile.  I'm not concerned with whether we should call it a pile or not.  I just want to see a lot of sand.  The sand here represents awareness.  I guess if you hide from your thoughts and run from your problems and escape yourself with drugs enough to become unaware, you lose your soul.
I think animals have awareness, but, going back to the sand analogy, humans usually have more sand.  It seems perfectly reasonable to me to give an animal (say a dolphin or a chimp) more sand, perhaps with some prosthetic like device that allows them access to reliable input and output between a computer storage and processing system and their brain.  In this way, the animal would be the one with the soul, having more awareness than the human.  Since "soul" is like "pile," I can't really decide to believe either way in regard to the question about animals having souls.  Subjectively, I'd say dogs, cats, dolphins and chimps definitely do, whereas flies, ants, and chickens do not.  Don't quote me on this one.
"Why did you stop going to church?"  This introduces something very important to me.  I stopped because I didn't want to go anymore.  I know that doesn't sound right, but let me explain.  First, the one truth that comes above all else: My own happiness is the only justification for anything.  It's the bottom line.  That happiness can come from plans to get into good situations, or from actually being in the good situation.  Actually, having a plan to get into a good situation is a good situation itself, so there you go.  The best counter-example I can think of is from Mother Theresa:  She once said that if she could burn in Hell forever, but make her people suffer less, she would do it.  This does not violate my premise!  She is stating that she would be happy to burn in Hell forever if it meant less suffering for her people.  Perhaps you now agree that "My own happiness is the only justification for anything."
If you ever defend any act of your own, you must defend it using the assumption that your own happiness will be greater because of it.  Even if you're defending giving your life for that of a bum off the street.  The assumption is that you would be happier if he lived instead of you.  Perhaps you believe that that would be your ticket to heaven.  Perhaps you identify so closely with the bum that saving his life means everything to you.  Once again, I have to stress this point:  My own happiness is the only justification for anything.  Say that to yourself a hundred times a day.  It's one of the best ways to become more honest with yourself.  If you disagree still, then you're lying to yourself.  Remember that it was the same people that promised you a life in heaven who drilled the idea of self-sacrifice into your head.  Admit it by saying "My own happiness is the only justification for anything."
It's such hard work convincing the doubtful of something so obvious.
Now that you understand that there is only one reason for anything I ever do, I will explain why I stopped going to church, and why I feel no guilt about it.  Jesus asked us to go to mass every week and remember him.  At least that's what the Christian religions claim.  That's fine, but isn't it possible to go back to the gospel and read the four separate accounts and decide for yourself?  What he said was "Do this in memory of me."  He didn't want to be forgotten.  He knew that he was doing something and that if people remembered him, it'd work out better.  That made him happy.  He also knew that sharing food is a powerful act.  It brings people together, unites them, shows them that cooperating can make them happier people.  He also knew that the ideas he spread around were extremely valuable.  Love your enemy.  Turn the other cheek.  Be humble.  If there was some small ritual people could use to remember him, these ideas would be talked about and considered.  Other great minds would see their value and advocate them.  So this, to me, is one of the reasons to go to church.  By this point in history, any simple reference to Jesus will do as well, as long as you keep his ideas in mind.
Besides remembering such an avid thinker, another reason for going to mass is to be with other people.  To have a group of people with whom you share your life and your love.  I found this at UCSD in the dorm.  I had everything I could possibly want (except a mate, but church wouldn't help me out there).  That's partly why I stopped going.  I also couldn't find a way to reconcile the differences between my friends' beliefs.  I had already become quite good at accepting anyone's understanding of life, and so had many of my friends, and so I had no problems with them.  But those who would never be able to see eye to eye with each other frustrated the hell out of me.  Every one of them thought the others were just not seeing the light (yet).  I eventually stopped trying to explain to them about acceptance.  When I tried, I felt less accepted myself.  I was sympathizing with the enemy, and not a specific enemy, but the enemy in general.  I would always claim that it was wrong to assume that the other guy was just not seeing the light.  I preached self doubt.  I no longer felt comfortable sharing in the rituals of people who believed in phrases which couldn't hold specific meaning.  That's the other reason I left, but it ties in.  I wanted a support group that understood about different ways of understanding the universe, and it was not in a religion, but it was in my dorm.
Now, I have no such support group.  I cannot expect to find an institution with such people in it.  I'm not looking for a group, I'm looking for individuals.  I believe that I have a very deep understanding of the motivations of people who attend church.  They found their support group.  They have the luxury of protection from people whose beliefs are so different that they are irreconcilable.  Because their common religion guarantees that their beliefs will match closely, they don't frustrate each other too much.  That tempts me back to my church, but I know that I will again make myself feel rejected by insisting that we can't assume other religions to be wrong.  That truth is in me, and if I joined any religious group, it would stigmatize me.  I've seen the light, and it made me bright, too bright for most religious people to look at.

"So do you think that right and wrong are relative to culture?  Do you believe in ethical relativism?"
Right and Wrong have a singular practical use, and that is in describing a train of thought, or the product of a train of thought.  Suppose we agree that every Tootle is Barish, and that Sylvie is not a Tootle.  Now I come to you and I say "Hey, Sylvie isn't Barish - she's not a Tootle!"  You can ask me to illustrate my train of thought.  So I explain that since All Tootles are Barish, and Sylvie is not a Tootle, she cannot therefore be Barish.  And you (if you are an astute logician - which only requires that you pay attention and think for a little bit) scream "WRONG!"  Because the fact that a certain group holds a certain quality (Tootles being the group, and Barish being the quality) says nothing about anything outside the group (which Sylvie is).  That is the essence of wrong; a logical error.
The complete lack of logical errors is the essence of Right (aside from it's indications of handedness).  You can discuss whether or not you are right or wrong only with someone who agrees with you about the facts that you start with.  Most people are right most of the time, but we argue with each other because we do not agree with the original facts.  For some people "pre-marital sex is wrong" is an original fact, by virtue of its being asserted in the Bible.
Of course, I have largely sidestepped the question.  In the realm of morals and ethics, I do believe that they are relative.  The etymology of "moral" refers to the Latin word for "custom" which makes it painfully obvious that they are relative.  "Ethics" comes from Greek's "ethos" which also has its roots in habit or custom.  This uncovers what I feel is a kind of sick trick that our lack of etymological awareness has played on us – namely, the creation of the idea of moral right and wrong as distinct from "how we do things around here".  It boils down to asserting that unless you act like we act (follow our customs, habits, morals, ethics), you are evil.  Diversity and acceptance are much more attractive to me, so yes, I absolutely believe in moral and ethical relativism.

"So do you feel there could be a culture where murder is an acceptable way to solve problems?"  Absolutely.  I believe Tree Shrews live that way.  Packs of different kinds of animals also find success with this morality.  I would avoid a culture of humans in which a lack of respect for life was commonplace, as one would assume it would be where murder was an acceptable way to solve problems.  Do you live in a country that uses capital punishment?