Showing posts with label morality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label morality. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 7, 2025

THE ONENESS OF WATER

IMAGE: BRITANNICA


              ナイヤガラ奈落に落ちて空に舞う


              Niagara Falls
              Falling into an abyss,

              Rising to heaven.

                  SOSUI - NOBUYUKI YUASA

I’ve just finished Abraham Verghese’s colossal novel, The Covenant of Water.
It was the title that originally took me in; water’s my favorite compound, and “covenant” suggests a sort of spiritual accord, which speaks to my relationship
with Nature.

When the author finally gets around to explaining the title—on page 706—he re-
fers back to water’s continuity throughout the story’s unfurling, connecting places, connecting people and families. And that’s got me thinking about my beloved water in a new light.

Of course I agree with Verghese’s take that water connects us. It does that most literally as a medium of transportation. But also, since it makes up about 60 percent of our bodies, water is something we all—every known form of life—depend on for our very existence. It makes us, if not blood relatives, at least akin by chemistry.

And one could say water unites us culturally. Its awesomeness—that contradiction of brute force and ethereal beauty—has inspired human beings, since our genesis, to share the fascination through literature, art and other creative expression.

IMAGE: WikiArt

PERPETUAL NOTION
We know that, aside from a few renegade hydrogen atoms escaping into the atmosphere, not one molecule of water is ever lost in the hydrologic cycle. The substance, from clouds to rain, to lakes and streams, to rivers, to the oceans and back again to clouds, never diminishes. It simply changes state.

So a molecule melting from this ice cube in my lemonade might be the very same molecule lapped up on the first known dinosaur’s, Nyasasaurus’s, tongue 243 million years ago.

Incredible! But there's another, albeit related, angle on the oneness of water.

    Never once during that odyssey would the boat
    not be completely immersed in H
2O.

RACCOON WALKS INTO A (SAND)BAR

Besides that molecular perpetuity, water, at least in its liquid state, is also contigu-
ous. If one could follow a single drop of it from a melted snowflake on the sun-kissed shoulder of Everest down the mountain’s flank, I assert that there’s a direct, material connection between each of that drop’s 1.67 sextillion molecules* and every other molecule of flowing and pooling water on planet earth.

IMAGE: Lena River (Russia) delta – NASA

IMAGE: Taiyo

Imagine a nano-submarine, one considerably smaller than our water drop. A nano-submari- ner could steer his craft through that drop and
into all its sequential minglings into rivulets, rills and runnels. Then through brooks, creeks and rivers. Next, through ponds and lakes,
and possibly back to rivers. And finally into
the sea.

Never once during that odyssey would our little submarine not be completely immersed in H2O.

This means that, when a raccoon piddles in a river’s shallows here in Minnesota / USA, that critter becomes part of this indivisible body of water, its little stream literally linked into the universal stream. (Unfortunately, so does the chemical plant spewing its toxic waste into a drainage ditch.)

And, eventually, a molecule of either will show up in someone’s lemonade.

      What if we and all those other organisms,
      like water, are just a single, continuous thing?


A QUESTION TO PONDER

So what does all this mean? What it means to me is that, as much as we may think of all the various bodies of water clinging to Earth’s surface as separate entities, there’s really only one entity, one body of water.

Among the countless ways Nature informs our species, this one, too, poses a question to ponder: What if we think of the entirety of life on our precious planet as I’ve just described water? What if, despite our best efforts to differentiate ourselves one from another and from other forms of life, we and all those other organisms, like water, are just a single, continuous thing?

This argument of our essential oneness is nothing new. It’s already the stuff of religious doctrines, environmental treatises and even—relatively recently—physics.

But I’ve never heard it compared to this amazing, inseparable quality of water. It illustrates that, as with distant links in the water cycle, what happens to a destitute Gazan family whose “safe zone” was just bombed, and what happens to a baby girl just born into a life of peaceful privilege in the antipodal Tahiti are just as connec-
ted as the waters of the Mediterranean Sea are to those of the South Pacific.

IMAGE: Eyad Baba/AFP/Getty
IMAGE: Westend61 GmbH

          They’re humanity's one and only hope
          for survival.


NATURE’S TRUTH
This notion of the unity of life seems especially pertinent now, as once-egalitarian, world-aware governments worldwide choose to break off into their own little is-
lands of “populist” self-centeredness.

Including the United States, where around half of our voting population apparently feels quite threatened by the idea that the interests of all human beings might be connected. In fact, the politics of their “Trumpublican” party is wholeheartedly committed to division.

Values that have characterized the most successful cultures in history should never have been politicized. Striving for communication, cooperation, compassion and respect for our shared environment isn’t a judgement on folks who lack empathy or fear government overreach. Kindness and generosity aren’t some touchy-feely utopia dreamed up by a “liberal elite."

No, they’re a bit more authentic than that. They're humanity's one and only hope for survival.

So, let us not, dear God, abandon these, the moral lessons taught in nearly every spiritual persuasion just because they're espoused by our political rivals. Let us embrace Nature’s truth about our innate connections, and seek the oneness—the wisdom—of water.

                       “We need to strengthen the conviction 
                         that we are one single human family.”
                                POPE FRANCIS

* Using something called Avogadro's number, the number of molecules in a
   drop of water is calculated at 1.67 x 10
⌃21—or 1.67 sextillion.
  
SOURCE: ThoughtCo.com


Tuesday, July 9, 2024

I SEE, SAID THE BLIND MAN – An A.I. Cautionary Tale

For those of you still not terrified of artificial intelligence (AI), I offer this perspective.

One of AI’s up and coming players, C3 ai, is advertising on National Public Radio using the slogan, “Turns the invisible into the obvious.”

Does anyone else, in a world where the very notion of truth is being challenged, find this overt statement of purpose just chilling? It’s brazen; it’s warped; it’s nothing less than an admission of guilt.

  One minute there’s no smoking gun; the next,
  oh duh, there it is.


Yes, folks, here’s what we do at our company. We take stuff that’s not there and make even those not gullible enough to buy a conventional hard sell believe it is. What could possibly go wrong with that mission?

It’s worse than the sleaziest shyster lawyer. He can do a lot with a shred of evidence. But with AI, no evidence? No problem; we just let a computer make it up. One minute there’s no smoking gun; the next, oh duh, there it is.

BABY WITH THE BATHWATER
Now I know AI’s being harnessed to do some real good. Stuff a real human brain might perhaps come up with…if it were just a bit smarter. In medicine, science, finance and many other fields it does seem these capabilities are being channeled to help people.

One inspiring example: Country music legend Randy Travis, effectively silenced by a stroke, is using AI to reclaim his own voice and make new recordings.

PHOTO: Larry McCormack, The Tennessean

But it’s when the technology is used to fool people that my blood pressure starts rising. Photographic sleights of hand, fake sound bites, cribbed term papers, facts disguised as “alternative facts.” *

The technology will soon be convincing enough
to sway just about anyone—even if there’s evidence to the contrary!


RANK AND VILE VOTERS

One of the great truisms of life, I’ve discovered, is that we see pretty much what we want to see, what we expect to see. So it’s really not that much of a stretch to get someone who believes in you to buy your lies, even if there’s not a shred of evidence.

In politics—not just in the U.S. but in other vulnerable democracies around the world—the perpetrators of AI deception are hard at work trying to get their oligarch and despot bosses elected, even if it means putting damning words into their opponents’ mouths.

PHOTO: TMZ / Getty

If it isn’t already, the technology will soon be convincing enough to sway just about anyone—incredibly, even if there’s evidence to the contrary! (Witness the staggering con job a certain orange-tainted charlatan has foisted on roughly 40 percent of our fellow Americans.)

PHOTO: Mikhail Svetlov

The fake news AI engenders doesn’t just feed the mass delusion of these rank and vile MAGA dimwits, it’s being weaponized by our country’s worst enemies, whose despotic rulers use it to exploit our every cyber—and, I would suggest, moral—weakness and influence our elections.

    It’s when artificial
    intelligence ends up in the hands of genuine
    ignorance that we begin to see its perils.

MESSIN’ WITH MOTHER NATURE
In my retired-life’s work noticing and celebrating Nature’s small wonders, I’m particularly aware of the impact of AI on my “realm.”

On Facebook, where the algorithm’s clearly typed me as a tree hugger and animal lover, it’s feeding me more and more posts depicting creatures or landscapes that are clearly manipulated—from simply pumping up the colors or sharpening the focus to totally making up some bird or butterfly that has never existed.

Hey fakers, if you want to create such an unnatural depiction of Nature, at least have the integrity to call it art. Nature didn’t make it; you did. And quit dumping it in my feed—even if you do so under the guise of a David Attenborough fan group—saying “look at this amazing thing.” It’s not a thing; it’s a fraud.

PHOTO: Foto IG:@axellmg

I should know better than to waste my time responding to such deceits. But I can’t help myself. On a recent post featuring a highly retouched, flashily color-enhanced “photo” of Guanajuato, Mexico, I commented “I love Guanajuato, and it’s beautiful enough without your garish AI ‘enhancement.’ Please don’t make visitors disappointed when they see its real, perfectly adequate colors.”

  We should all begin
  vetting our art as
  we vet our food.


THE DECEPTION OF ART

And don’t get me going on AI’s wholesale theft and exploitation of artists’ work. A mendacity mafia is stealing everything from movie stars’ likenesses, to singers’ voices, to artists’ paintings, to designers’ and inventors’ ideas, and using them for their own profit.

ORIGINAL PHOTO: Steve McCurry

Students can now easily plagiarize their term papers and theses; ad agencies replace their human copy writers with ad bots; conventional fine art is appropriated to create NFTs (non-fungible tokens).

ILLUSTRATION: G2.com

No matter how sophisticated the technology gets, I suggest it can never capture the true soul of human-created art.

We should all begin vetting our art as we vet our food: with a concern for its origin, its unnatural modifications, and fair compensation for its original producers.

          Ultimately, we’re going to have to
          reign in this beast.


THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS
It’s when artificial intelligence ends up in the hands of genuine ignorance that we begin to see its perils. At its worst it can be far more than an affront to the truth; it poses a dire threat to our nation, nay all of humanity.

So far, the furthest top scientists have been willing to go in predicting AI’s potential harm is to say that the likelihood of the technology’s leading to the extinction of the human race is “unknown.” Good God, if you don’t know, who does?

So let’s not get sweet-talked into embracing a technology whose proponents swear is all soft and fuzzy when we know its potential for evil. I want to compare it with the NRA’s claiming the utter innocence of high-powered assault rifles and bump stocks. You’ve heard it: Oh, it’s not the guns killing those innocent school children; it’s bad people.

But, while blood on classroom floors is horrifying, a weapon that threatens the survival of every human being on earth makes that look pretty innocent.

 If we fail to control AI before it learns how to be sentient and wrest control from its creators, we should all redirect our “thoughts and prayers” from the grieving families of murdered young students toward ourselves.

CAPTURE: from the Twentieth Century Fox film iRobot


“The development of full artificial intelligence could spell the end of the human race….It would take off on its own, and re-design itself at an ever-increasing rate. Humans, who are limited by slow biological evolution, couldn’t compete, and would be superseded.”

STEPHEN HAWKING

* "Alternative facts" was a phrase used by U.S. Counselor to the President Kellyanne Conway during a Meet the Press interview on January 22, 2017, in which she defended White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer's false statement about the attendance numbers of Donald Trump's inauguration as President of the United States. ~ WIKIPEDIA

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

FIGHTING CHANCE – The Ethical Barbs of Fishing

Fishing is a mystical experience. I knew it the moment I caught my first fish at the age of five or six. That little sunfish's bright, exotic colors and patterns captivated me. It was cool and slimy. It smelled funny but good—sort of earthy and spicy. It wanted very much to get away, and used its spiky dorsal fin to make its point. I got it, and it hurt. There was a little drop of blood.

PHOTO CREDIT
       
For the impression it made on me, that little bluegill might as well have been a space alien. Ever since that day, I’ve found fishing to be about the most fascinating, beautiful, peaceful thing I do. If ever there were an activity that’s all about discovery, patience and appreciating details, this is it.

THINKING LIKE A FISH
When you catch a fish, an interesting psychological game starts to play out. It happens if you’re catching a five-pound large-mouth on ultra-light tackle. And it’s even more fascinating when it’s a fish that might outweigh you, one that, given half a chance, would gladly eat you.

For the fish, of course, it’s all about survival. But they don’t just act out of blind terror; there’s an intelligence there. Over generations of experience passed down who knows how, they seem to have learned a few things.

There’s a distinct moment in which you can sense whether you’ll ultimately prevail.

They can strip every shred of the night crawler from your hook without moving it an inch. They play dead until that one moment when you think you’re about to grab them. They find the only rough spot on the keel of your canoe and manage to grate your monofilament right over that spot. Hell, I’ve even seen them enlist the help of their friends!

For the fisherman, it’s about trying to anticipate these wily ways. It’s also a battle of wills. This is especially true when you’re fighting a hundred-pound-plus game fish—one that has at least an even chance of getting away.

There’s a distinct moment in which you can sense whether you’ll ultimately prevail. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s that first foot or two of line you finally gain after a half-hour stalemate. Maybe it’s just your aching arms getting their second wind.

       

ETHICAL BARBS
The conversation doesn’t end when you’ve landed the fish. Most fishermen I know say something kind to the fish, something like “Aren’t you a beauty!” or “There you go, little guy,” as they ease it back into the water.

And then there’s the conversation you have with yourself. Is the fish going to be okay? Could the little bit of blood you saw coming from its gills mean it wouldn’t survive? For me, this self-dialog has gotten especially intense since I’ve been catching the “big game” of the fishing world: the marlin, the sailfish, the tarpon.

I’ve seen large tarpon released . . . only to be 
bitten in half and then devoured by opportunistic hammerhead sharks.

These are the species known to sometimes literally fight to the death. I’ve heard stories of very large marlin—say, 400 pounds or more—dying on the line, an autopsy revealing that their hearts burst from the exertion of their fight.

Even if a big fish can be released alive (always my wish), that doesn’t guarantee it will survive long. I’ve seen large tarpon released, still weak from a 45-minute fight, only to be bitten in half and then devoured by opportunistic hammerhead sharks.

           

OFF THE HOOK
I’m committed to catch-and-releasing fishing. I won’t hire a guide who doesn’t believe in it too. I believe, as it is said Native Americans once did, that each creature has a spirit. They bless us with whatever contact they allow us, whether that be sacrificing their bodies to nourish us, or simply letting us play with them for a while in wonder.

But questions persist. When my playing ends up costing another creature its life, is that a fair transaction? Does the fact that I nearly always fish not for food, but simply for fun strip me of my last shred of justification? Is my commitment to catch-and-release just my way of rationalizing a brutal and ultimately destructive behavior? Can I fish and still remain true to my code of honoring and respecting Nature?

Perhaps the ultimate answer will lie in finding 
a way of interacting with fish on a more equal footing.

We’ll see how deeply those concerns take root. I’ll keep looking for techniques and technology—like the revolutionary circle hook—that are kinder to the fish. But perhaps the ultimate answer will lie in finding a way of interacting with fish on a more equal footing, one where there’s more at risk for me than a few bucks’ worth of tackle and not landing the fish. Some might suggest swimming with sharks.