All Truth

There’s truth, and then there’s Truth.

            An old joke among mathematicians goes like this: “One plus one equals three. (Pause.) …for very large values of one.” Anyone who survived (and still remembers) calculus will find this hilarious. Well, at least slightly funny.

            The First Amendment of the Constitution of the United States essentially gives us the right to say that 1 + 1 = 3. But saying that doesn’t make it true. In fact, a mathematical framework built on that fundamental premise will not safely land a lunar module on the Moon. A famous Abraham Lincoln quote says it even more clearly: “How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four. Calling a tail a leg doesn’t make it a leg.”

            For different but related reasons, worshiping a golden calf (or making a personal god of Darwinian natural selection, or financial derivatives, or the Large Hadron Collider, or political power) will not make everything work for you.

            Believe what you want, but if your belief is not based on fundamental truth, it will get you nowhere. It certainly won’t buy you happiness – that $20 million yacht derived from your dishonestly earned bonuses and compensation notwithstanding. We are reminded of a Gary Larson cartoon. At the end of a funeral reception, a grand piano, a refrigerator, a television, and a set of golf clubs all fly out the front door of the deceased man’s house, and zoom up into the clouds, while his wife wails “Aaaugh! It’s George – he’s taking it with him!

            Arthur R. Bassett (Bassett, 1977) wrote in the Ensign, “One of the facets of the Lord’s way of teaching that has continued to fascinate me is his ability to interlace simplicity and profundity. His gospel offers a mental challenge to the most profound scholar and yet has attraction even to a small child. Its doctrines range as wide as the entire human experience, yet all truth can be circumscribed within the bounds of a few simple, central principles” (emphasis added).

            Don Lind, the Church of Jesus Christ astronaut, earned a PhD in high-energy physics from the University of California, Berkeley (also our alma mater). After retirement from NASA, he also served as a member of the Portland, Oregon, Temple presidency from 1995 to 1998. Don once gave a lecture which we attended at the University of Arizona. During his talk he made several statements that have stuck with us ever since, including the following:

            “This is the only religion that I can adhere to and not have to believe one thing on Sunday and another thing the other six days of the week.”

            His point here was this: there is no incompatibility between my faith and my science. They are not mutually exclusive. Implicit in this is also his clear understanding of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints 9th Article of Faith:

            “We believe all that God has revealed, all that He does now reveal, and we believe that He will yet reveal many great and important things pertaining to the Kingdom of God.”

            Our point here is this: science and religion are different means for reaching the same end – the Truth with a capital “T” that does not change over time – and science and religion are definitely converging.

Atheists TOO

We’re all atheists. And we’re all believers.

            As an eleven-year-old, I began to notice a problem. I reasoned: If the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and Santa Claus were not real, what else were the adults telling me that might also not be real? What about God? And so I became an agnostic, although I didn’t know the word. By the time I was 12 my sense of betrayal had hardened into an amorphous anger, and I became acutely critical of everything adults told me, trying to outline the boundaries between truth and kindly intended adult fiction.

            I had careful arguments with the Catholic nuns in my elementary school about Limbo (where, according to Catholic dogma, unbaptized infants and children are trapped for all eternity), and about papal infallibility. Those arguments with the nuns were “careful” in the sense that, if we were perceived to be arguing with – sassing – a nun, we would be quickly beaten. And we really were beaten. I remember being slapped several times so hard that it set me staggering, and always having bruises on my hands from being whacked with wooden pointers and rulers.

            I learned altogether too much about the history of the Papacy. As a twelve-year-old I was given a homework assignment to research the life of a Pope. At the local library I got permission to go into the “adult stacks” and pull a volume at random of the history of the Catholic Church, and so, randomly, I picked one. I learned he was the son of a Pope, had fathered a subsequent Pope (with his sister), and was stricken with paralysis and died while committing fornication with a mistress (McCabe, 1939; McBrien, 1997; Maxwell-Stuart, 1997). The Vicar of Christ? A direct link in the line of authority from Peter?

            As a result of all that I became pretty sure that the faith my Mom had raised me in was hooey. My Mom still made me go to church, though, so for three more years I was a Catholic Atheist Altar Boy. However, I never said this to her face, nor to the nuns, nor later to the Christian Brothers who taught us at Garces Junior High School. THEY could hit you so hard that you would hit the wall first, then slide down to the floor. By this time, I had learned those words “agnostic” and “atheist.” Still, I could wear the cool cassock (robes), light and put out candles, ring bells loudly, and sometimes even sneak a taste of some of the wine.

            For 10 years, then, I was an atheist. By the time I entered college I was a militant, abrasive atheist. I held the belief that if I couldn’t see something with my own eyes, or derive it from Maxwell’s equations, I wouldn’t believe it. This is a classic example of being determinedly self-limiting – self-blinded, excluding evidence. By the way, excluding evidence is a Really Bad Thing in science – it’s generally considered inexcusable, in fact. It’s called “cherry-picking.”

            Many atheists now, like me then, don’t accept the fact that there might be routes other than scientific experiment to gaining knowledge. Many atheists… but not all. As an example of these other routes to truth, however, I would note Einstein’s “Gedankenexperiment” (thought experiment) that led to his multiply-verified special relativity and general relativity, so well proven by now with experimental evidence that they are no longer called “theories.”  I would also note the famous manner in which Pauli and Fermi postulated the neutrino decades before there was evidence to prove it, even indirectly. They had faith.

            Many of our friends still subscribe to the atheist tradition, and we use here the word “tradition,” in the same way that non-religious individuals refer to “religious traditions.” However, they don’t like being called an atheist – it has negative connotations, more so in some countries than in others. No, we don’t understand that, either – atheists for the most part are just trying to be honest. However, atheist organizations cannot pin down Neil DeGrasse Tyson to even admit he’s an atheist; he tries very hard to avoid that label, because it isn’t helpful to his marketing. In some places and times, like Voltaire’s France, being an atheist was fashionable. However, if you wish to enter Saudi Arabia, and you identify yourself as an atheist, you will not get a visa (they do ask). In fact, it is so NOT OK to be an atheist there that a Saudi who declared himself an atheist could be beheaded unless he publicly recanted.

            Therefore, many of us atheists called ourselves “skeptics.” This provided camouflage – you couldn’t quite pin us down, while we could stand back, in a passive-aggressive way, and demand that people from a faith tradition prove things to us. It’s a classic “Heads I win, tails you lose” way to load the argument up front. I have to admit that I used this one a lot. I wasn’t above using ridicule to embarrass devout Christian friends who were scientists. Atheists have at least one thing in common with members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (aka Mormons): they both are seeking the honest truth.

            As atheists we also called ourselves “humanists” – in part to allay accusations that without religion we had no morals, but in part to also put us on the side of the “humans” on the planet. Who could object to that? As part of this, we argued that religious wars were the reason for most of the suffering and misery of humanity. Therefore, religions must be bad.

            The problem with this approach is that it overlooks some of the most basic evidence of human history. Almost all conflict has been political (to gain power) or xenophobic (fear of outsiders) at its core. Attackers just used religion as a cover to justify the atrocities that almost all human beings know to be wrong. The Islamic State in Iraq and Syria is a classic example of this. They call themselves “Islamic” but are rejected by 99% of the Muslim world as false Muslims, violators of the core precepts of the Qur’an. They also murder Muslims almost exclusively. Faith-based, indeed.

            Oddly, I don’t think that anyone ever counted how many human beings were killed by three atheist regimes in the 20th Century. I can count Pol Pot (about 2 million), Josef Stalin (estimates generally exceed 20 million), and Mao Tse-Dung (estimates of the people killed during the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution alone are up to 70 million). These deaths in the 20th Century exceed the deaths of all so-called “religious” wars in the previous millennium. 

            By the time I was 22, I was a “Mormon” – a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Wait – what?!?? How did that happen?

            It happened because I began having problems again, this time with the logic (or lack thereof) of my thought system – my belief tradition – as an atheist. It was a problem of assumptions, of voids, and of functionally parallel belief frameworks. Atheism was just another religion, but it had no explanations. We have a cartoon on our refrigerator: two young men in white shirts have given a pamphlet to a man at his front door. “But this is blank,” says the man. “We’re atheists,” replies one of the young men.

            I think most of us would agree that people from a faith tradition have a belief framework.  By that I mean that they accept some basic premises: for instance, that God exists, that our existence has a purpose. From these premises, everything both good and bad in their life experience can then be more or less understood. Our improbable human existence can be explained, pain and suffering can be explained, a reward system is laid out, and what happens when we die more or less inevitably follows.

            However, atheists – like me once – also have a belief framework. Like the religious belief framework, it begins with certain unprovable assumptions, one of which is that God doesn’t exist. The corollary is that the universe just sort of magically (with a Big Bang) came into existence.  This can be argued with just as much basis, with just as much evidence, as a belief in God. Also, atheists assume the physical laws of the universe just exist, and can’t be explained. As an atheist I never tried to jump off a building, because I accepted gravity as a fundamental physical law. That’s a fancy way of saying I wasn’t that stupid. (Or that I had faith.)

            Another basic assumption that we atheists built on is that the Anthropic Principle (outlined in a subsequent chapter of that name) is just a lucky accident. Twenty-six physical constants all line up to values within a few percent of what is required in order for life to exist in this universe. “Lucky” actually fails to express the improbability adequately. Try multiplying two percent (0.02) by itself twenty-six times. It’s that improbable. A common argument to explain these amazing multiplicative coincidences is that our universe is one of an infinite number of parallel universes – the multiverse. Ours just happened to be the one that had all the constants line up just right. Ummm… then where did all the energy and matter come from to make all these infinite universes? And while we’re at it, can anyone test for a multiverse? Not even remotely (by definition everything else is a different universe and is un-reachable and un-testable), but there are a lot of highly educated people who still believe in this.

            They have faith.

Atheism has prophets – the guardians and promulgators of the Ain’t-no-God belief framework – who also write books. For reasons that escape me as a former atheist, some of these are even proselytizing atheists – preachers. I suspect this doesn’t make sense to you either – on several levels (for instance, why would they even care?). I think this proselytizing may have a lot to do with seeking fame, with craving attention.  Some of it may come from the human desire to have fellow-believers and even – especially – followers. Atheism also comes with temples and idols – the Large Hadron Collider comes to mind. I have a book on my shelf in which a theoretical physicist appears to be worshipping this human construct. It’s gold-plated, too (Randall, 2005).

            Finally, there’s the Big Bang. There is abundant evidence that all matter and energy in our universe suddenly exploded into existence from a tiny point about 13.8 billion years ago. What triggered this? What preceded it? Like the anthropic principle, this constitutes what I call a void – something that I couldn’t understand or explain – so as an atheist I ignored it. By age 20, I found myself ignoring more and more voids, and I was growing increasingly uncomfortable with my basic assumptions. I felt increasingly dishonest.

            Like many others, I conflated science with atheism. As I mentioned earlier, I accepted as reality only those things I could sense or test physically, and as a budding scientist I thought that was the only intellectually honest path. I hadn’t seen anything that I could consider a proof in the existence of an imminent God (a God who answers prayers, and cares about His individual creations), so I didn’t want to waste time thinking about it. This approach may actually fall into the domain of agnosticism. Some atheists and most agnostics will readily admit that the vastness and order of the universe argues at least for the existence of a transcendent God (a Being who started this vast universe, but who could care less about some puny, late-arrival sentient creatures on an average planet in the outer fringes of a smallish galaxy). This way of thinking is actually being more honest, in my view: because no one can explain the reason for the physical laws, the Big Bang, nor the Anthropic Principle. Arguing for a multiverse is NOT an explanation – it’s just another belief system, because it’s un-testable and thus unscientific.   

            I began looking again at the belief systems behind faith traditions. I searched widely. Eventually, I came across the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. They had a belief system that was internally consistent and didn’t require me to believe one thing on Sunday and something else during the rest of the week. There were no huge voids I was expected to ignore. They were very open about there being some unanswered questions; one-third of the Book of Mormon was sealed by metal bands against immediate translation, for instance. However, I learned that we were expected to seek and could get answers for ourselves – if we were willing to expend personal energy to get them. I found the fact that we are actually encouraged to get answers truly startling – and profoundly exhilarating. True science and true religion should both encourage us to explore, and endeavor to find answers to things we don’t yet understand.

            What struck me most, however, was that there was no fear of science, no fear of education among the members of this Church – and they showed me a way to prove it all was correct.

            It was testable.

Pascal’s Wager

Wanna make a bet on God?

            During the Enlightenment in 18th Century France, when agnosticism and atheism were fashionable among the intellectuals of the time, Voltaire and other contemporaries noted that the brilliant mathematician Blaise Pascal was an observant Catholic.

            When asked, Pascal observed that there were just two possibilities:
            1. God exists.
            2. God does NOT exist.

            As a precursor to the philosophy of pragmatism, Pascal contended that it was better to be a faithful Catholic than an agnostic or atheist. He explained that in the case that God exists and you do what He expects, you win. In the case that God does not exist, and you attend your church services and do the other things the church tells you He expects, you gain social benefits in a support system that exists in virtually all religions. Like insurance, it buys you peace of mind. In either case you win. This was the first formal use of decision theory, by the way (Connor, 2006).

            As Pascal put it:

            “If reason cannot be trusted, it is a better wager to believe in God than not.”

            Of course, there are some glaring holes in this logic:
            What if God exists and (of course) realizes that you are only making a decision-tree bet – in effect gaming Him?
            What if God exists, but he’s not the God you have been worshiping?

            Well, then, how does one know?

            There are several possible answers here:

  1. “By their fruit ye shall know them” – who seem to be happiest, to have the best-raised children who contribute to society, who live longest (you’ll need to do a state-level statistical average here)?
  2. If you’re a member of the Church of Jesus Christ and keep records well, then an accumulation of continuing personal revelation that consistently pans out brings with it a growing conviction with time, and an abiding inner peace. Our personal journals are loaded with examples of this. 
  3. Consider also what the New Testament talks about a lot: exercise faith. Yes, as Kierkegaard said, this is something testable: EXERCISE faith and act on it – and look at the results in your own life.

PERSPECTIVES ON LIFE

Perspectives

Alternative ways of looking at life

            Man lying on his death bed: “I should have bought more crap.”

                 – Lewis (cartoonist)

            “I always wanted to be somebody. Now I see I should have been more specific.”

                 – Lily Tomlin (comedian)

            “I desire to go to Hell and not to Heaven. In the former I shall enjoy the company of popes, kings, and princes, while in the latter are only beggars, monks, and apostles.”

                 – Niccolo Machiavelli (political advisor)

 
          “I owe Asclepius a rooster.”

                 – Last words of Socrates (philosopher)

            “It’s my turn to take a leap into the darkness.”

                 – Last words of Thomas Hobbes (philosopher).

 

  HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT:

            – What you want to be remembered for?

            – Who you want to be remembered by?

            – What will be remembered about you 50 years from now – that is, what really counts?

           ~~~~~

            A friend, a member of the Church, recounted a conversation he once held with a non-member friend who was married to a Church member. After a difficult business confrontation, Dave complimented his friend on his ability to keep a cool head through the process.

          The friend replied, “Well, I just think, ‘Will this have an impact five or ten years from now?’ If the answer is no, it really is not important enough to worry about.”

          Dave asked, “What about 100 years? Do you think about that?”

          The friend answered “No, why?”

          Dave said, “Well, when you do, you will be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ.”  

There’s ALWAYS Someone Smarter…

There is Always Someone Smarter – Some Lessons on Self-Comparison

The IQ Test

            As a 12-year-old living in Bakersfield California, my Catholic Mom sent me to Garces Junior High. Unbeknownst to my parents, the administrators gave all incoming young men an IQ test. There was not room for all 80+ of us in one classroom, so it was made very clear to us that the “dummies” were sent to the “other” classroom. Those of us not included in that group were initially organized in seating according to the IQ results. There were six rows with 7 desk-chairs in each. I was initially ranked #2. I didn’t understand but thought this was sort of cool. The one guy with a higher score was named Kenny Larkin, and we became friends. Like me, he hated sports. Unlike him, however, I could outrun everyone else among all 80 young men – except one. Remember that.

            We were strictly segregated at Garces from the young women, who were taught by another monastic group, this one comprised of black-veiled nuns. We rarely saw any of the girls, and only at a distance. My Mom and stepfather were shocked to learn from me about several horrifically savage beatings* that Brother Gerald and Brother Remy inflicted on us boys; the Christian Brothers were a non-priestly monastic organization running the boys’ side of the school. Mindful of this, and of that IQ test, my new stepfather cajoled my Mom over a year and a half into letting me attend a public high school, Bakersfield High. He knew this school also had a nascent version of AP classes called the “Point 5 Program” in place. Every class was numbered: English 9.4 for freshman college prep, English 9.3 for kids expected to go into business or auto-mechanics, English 9.1 was for special ed. English 9.5 was the much harder class intended for the smarties in the school. I learned it was designed to encourage talent. It is the reason I ended up attending the University of California at Berkeley, and ultimately, earning a PhD. 

The Rope

            Another side effect of testing: at the beginning of each school year, the boys were always tested in P.E. This had nothing to do with sports, but involved running a 440-yard loop, racing to the stop of the stadium… and climbing a rope. Yes: a 22-ft/7-meter rope. As a 14-yr-old I was terrified of that rope – I had never climbed one before. We had to start from a sitting-in-the-dirt position, then climb and touch a bell at the top while being timed with a stopwatch. Full of adrenaline, I figured out how to use my legs to help about a third of the way up. When I came back down (not knowing how not to burn my hands) the coach stared at his stopwatch and ordered me to do it again. When I came down the second time, he gave me an odd look and said that this was the fastest time he had ever recorded any kid on that rope. Ever. After all the testing was done, we were separated into three groups: the Jocks, The Fatties (they were actually called that), and the In-Betweens. The Fatties did things like throw medicine balls back and forth to each other. I was assigned to The Jocks and this was all about sports – which was all they did. I had never played football, never played baseball (I didn’t even own a mitt), and never, ever, dribbled a basketball. This was the beginning of a terrible year for me; I consistently got C’s in P.E. The first day we started the basketball cycle, the coach had each of us dribble from mid-court and go in against five guys in the Key to take a shot. I had to be instructed (with transparent irritation) how to even dribble the ball, and then how to shoot the ball. One kid just stood there at the mid-court circle and hesitated, then did a half-court “swisher” – right in the basket the first time. The coach never looked directly at me again. I was in misery every day for P.E., made worse by my fear of being seen nude in the showers (that stepfather turned out to be a pedophile when I was 11 years old and my Mom remarried). The next three years were the same: test, get thrust into The Jocks class, get lousy grades, cringe with my acne cysts showering in the nude every day, five days a week. The one semester we had “Health” in my Junior year was an incredible relief to me… and I learned for most of the other guys also.

            Through much of the rest of my life, however, I wondered about what that IQ partitioning did mentally to all those boys graded as “dummies” at Garces? The dyslexic kids? What was the life-long impact for those at BHS left in “The Fatties” class… for the rest of their lives?

“Old 160”

            Fast forward a decade and a half. I had a PhD and was traveling for work with the US Geological Survey. I just finished a training course in science management in Monterey, CA, and on my way home to my family in Virginia I stopped in Long Beach to see my sister. Barb had arranged for a float plane to pick me up and take me to Santa Catalina Island off the coast. She was on a 32-ft sailboat with her boyfriend at the time, surnamed Rogers. My mother had warned me that “Rog” was a successful attorney and very proud of the fact that his IQ was tested at 160. He boasted of this frequently enough that Mom actually referred to him as “Ol’ 160.” The amphib plane landed in Catalina Harbor and Barb met me at the dock. She took me and my suitcase to an inflatable Zodiac and motored me out to the sailboat. For the next two days we motored around the island while Barb and Rog dived for “bugs” – illegally-harvested lobsters. My job was to stand at the side of the boat to receive the grab-bag as they would bring one up every so often. We only raised sails for the traverse back to Santa Barbara at the end of the trip. Rog seemed to be probing me – and watching me closely – the entire time; I sensed a weird vibe but didn’t know what to do about it except answer his questions. I later gathered two things from Barb: (1) She and Rog had already decided to part company as a couple, and (2) Rog had somehow gotten the impression that I was super smart. A PhD does seem to fool a lot of people. He also understood that I was an active member of the Church of Jesus Christ – and he had difficulty reconciling those things. Finally, as we were docking back in Santa Barbara, Rog looked over to me and said this: “Jeff, I admire you. In 30 years, I will be a lonely alcoholic, surviving until I die on this very boat – if I’m lucky. You, on the other hand, will be happy and surrounded by grandchildren.” 

            The lesson here seems obvious to me, as it was to Rog.

3-D Chess

            My first three years in the US Geological Survey were spent in the Denver field office. I was part of three geophysics branches of the USGS, all centered in rented office space on Colfax Avenue. I was the last young PhD hired in a huge hiring spurt that lasted from 1971 to 1975. One of those other newly minted PhDs I will call Gary. Gary was super smart and made sure that everyone knew it. Then after three years I was invited to move to the USGS National Center in northern Virginia and became a deputy science office chief. This led several of my former colleagues to feel some apparent jealousy (I learned this later; I’m often very naïve about envy, seeing myself only from MY side of my eyelids). Once while back in Denver for a technical meeting, Gary invited me over to his house for dinner, and I accepted. As soon as dinner was over, he pulled out a very interesting game – a 3-D form of chess. Gary’s wife immediately started to complain to him about mistreating his guest (apparently this had happened before). The game had multiple vertical levels and different pieces than traditional chess, with different movement rules – which he quickly explained to me, the novice. One could move a piece horizontally, vertically, and on diagonals. “Let’s play,” said Gary. His wife again told him that this was inappropriate, but Gary insisted. After about 30 minutes, I said “I think that’s checkmate.” Gary stared at the boards for almost 20 seconds. Then he stared at me, without saying a word. I felt increasingly uncomfortable and suggested that I should leave because I had an early technical meeting the next morning. Gary, wordlessly but still staring at me, just walked me to the door. I was never invited to dinner there again. I learned later that he and his wife divorced soon after. 

            But here’s the thing: I’m not smart enough to beat anyone at chess. However, this time I had help in the form of inspiration, guidance that I listened to and followed. After no contact for ~20 years I learned that Gary had retired because he had developed Parkinson’s Disease. I called to express my concern and sympathy, and we talked for a long while. Our earlier friendship was renewed with just that call. Gary was a humbler person, and I hope I was also. 

            So, what’s important?

“This Man is GUILELESS!

            In 2002 I received two phone calls at my office in the USGS National Center in Reston, VA. By this time, I had returned from two mission chief assignments in Venezuela and Saudi Arabia. Both calls were from colleagues to notify me that the position for chief scientist for volcano hazards had opened up. “You should apply for this,” both told me. I talked with Louise, who was working on Capitol Hill at the time, and whose work-week-with-commute was 63 hours (we counted them). “By all means,” she said. It would require relocating to the Pacific Northwest, but we had visited Washington State during our obligatory, State-Department-required Home Leave from Saudi Arabia years earlier – and we both loved it. I applied… and then forgot about it. Two months later the selecting official suddenly called, said he was in Reston, and wanted to interview me. Sure. What I thought would be a 15-minute conversation lasted more than two hours. He said that quite a few people had applied, and the list had been whittled down to just three short-list applicants. A week later I got a call telling me that I was selected. I called Louise. “By all means,” she answered. There followed a horrific six weeks, where I had to wind down four separate research projects, pack up an office AND a laboratory, prepare and sell our house, find a house, and move with one of our sons and several birds across the continent… while the DC Shooter was still at large (he was caught, just 7 miles from our daughter’s house, when we were passing through Indiana). 

            There were two other applicants for that job, however. One was selected later for another management position in Denver. The other had been the chief of a science team in the National Center but had left that position under mysterious circumstances. He was later selected to be the volcano program coordinator. One of my senior scientists, who knew him well, remarked that this new program coordinator was the smartest man he (Carl) had ever encountered. At the time the USGS was experimenting with a misbegotten thing called “matrix management.” In this system I had line authority over about 120 scientists and support staff – but the program coordinator held the purse-strings and had a say in how the financial allocations were spent. The Golden Rule is “Him what got the gold, rules.” Initially we worked together equably enough, but he apparently decided that I didn’t have the jets to swing a chief scientist job. He decided that I wasn’t as smart as him because I would not follow Machiavelli’s “The Prince” as my guiding management philosophy. I’m not joking here – that really was the issue. So… why had I been selected over him for the chief scientist position? He began to try to manage behind my back, confusing the heck out of everyone in my office. I confronted him several times, and he would back off with some excuse like “I’m just trying to help you!” I tried hard to think the best of him and went out of my way to be open with all my information. At one program council meeting I passed something to him privately. He stared at me, then turning to the rest of the people present said in a loud voice and a nasty smile “this man is guileless!” He did not mean it as a compliment. As I thought about this, however, I concluded that I would not want to be any other kind of man. Machiavellian game-playing at other peoples’ expense is not something I would ever want for my legacy. To do nasty things – force people into Directed Reassignments to drive them out of the USGS just to make a point – was something he recommended. “If they don’t fear you, they won’t obey you,” he told me several times. I’m not making this up. 

            Eventually I talked with my own senior executive supervisor, as this was causing increasingly serious confusion among my staff. They were getting orders from the program coordinator to stop whatever they were doing and do a task for him… without bothering to notify either me or my subordinate scientists-in-charge. I was surprised to learn that my senior executive manager knew all sorts of interesting things about this program coordinator – like, why he had been forced out of a chief scientist job earlier. Eventually, with the intervention of several senior executive managers, rules governing and limiting the program coordinator’s behavior were written and signed – to his transparent chagrin. Interestingly, a few years later the USGS abandoned matrix management as “unworkable.” 

            The program coordinator by this time found himself “glass-ceilinged” – he had been forced out as a chief scientist by misbehavior once before, and now was being spanked again. He was fearful of rotating back to a scientist position, certain that people he had abused before would want to get even with him (he was right – I got quite an earful after he left). The guy left the USGS for a dean position at a small distant university. On the last day we were together, he sat across from me at the conference table in my office to discuss some funding issue. As he was preparing to leave, I mentioned to him that I was resigning my chief scientist position and returning to research; I didn’t say why. We both knew that my job was a 5-year rotational management position, and that I had done my five years of 55-84-hour weeks; Louise had repeatedly suggested to me that I might want to consider getting a life for a change. The program coordinator stared at me for a full 20 seconds, trying to fathom what I meant by this – what was the strategic move I was pulling here? Finally, as someone who had coveted my position for five years, he ground out “why are you telling me this?” I responded, “Professional courtesy, I suppose.” He stared at me icily for another very long time, then without another word put his notepad in his briefcase and just walked out. I never saw him again. 

            This man was very, very intelligent. But he based his personal management style, the way he dealt with other human beings, on all the wrong principles. I won the years-long fight with him, but not because I was smarter than he was. Many people had ferocious opinions of him as a manager and as a human being. I just happened to be the last one in a long line of people he had tried (and often succeeded) to hurt. 

Where is this Going?

            Several times during my initial years with the USGS, Louise would ask me if I worked for the CIA? “No – why,” I would ask? Her brother, a pilot, had told her that a job requiring me to travel all over Saudi Arabia, Europe, the Far East, Australia, and South America with a diplomatic passport – was the perfect cover for a spy. When other people have asked me if I’m a spy, I’ve just said no. 

            There is some reasonable basis for this thought, however. Once in Saudi Arabia a non-descript man walked into my office, flashed his US Consulate badge at me, and asked if he could ask me some questions. “Sure,” I said. “We have heard rumors that there was a gun-battle in Hail, in the central Arabian Peninsula. My colleagues and I cannot find meaningful information about this, but we are aware that you travel all over the country for your work. Have you heard anything?” In fact, I had – two of my staff who came from Hail told me that the ‘Amir’s office there was abandoned and covered with bullet holes. He took notes and thanked me – and did not leave a business card. Something like this happened to me when I first got to Venezuela. The Ambassador at the time told me that a person on his staff wanted to talk to me. Again, a very non-descript individual came into the Ambassador’s office. He said that he understood that I would be traveling all over Venezuela in my job as USGS mission chief, leading the mapping project for the jungle-covered, roadless southern half of the country. He reminded me that there are Alcabalas – Guardia Nacional checkpoints – on all roads between major cities in Venezuela. As diplomats, they did not have paperwork that would get them through those checkpoints. One had to have a reason to pass through them, especially a non-Venezuelan. “Yes, this is correct,” I replied. “Would you please take photos of roads and bridges and checkpoints in your travels, and share them with us,” he asked? I stared at him. Sure, I thought – poison the trust that our host agency, the C.V.G., had for the US Geological Survey? Right. 

        BTW, I never saw that man again. 

            A year later, after we had seen several deaths in both Puerto Ordaz and the jungle, and I had had a number of close calls, a USGS colleague in the USGS National Center sent down several programable, “Fly-Away” HF radio transceivers. I had no idea how to use them (Louise and I are licensed HAM operators now). I asked around in the Embassy in Caracas and was told to go to the offices of the “Political Section” – but the Political Section offices on the 6th floor, not the 5th floor, which is behind a gold-leaf-lettered, fancy glass door. The Economics Section that I was vetted to (I was a formal State Department employee with an Ambassador-level grade of FS-12 during the three years I was there), was on the 4th floor and the Commerce Section was in the 3rd. I took the elevator to the 6th floor, and when it opened, I found myself facing a blank wall with a steel door in it. The door handle had a cipher lock. A man came out, said he understood I needed some help with a radio, and took me downstairs to the secluded little park on the embassy grounds. After looking around carefully, he showed me how to set up an HF antenna, and how to program a frequency into the 25-kg radio. He then gave me a small, torn piece of paper, with a 10-meter-band frequency penciled in on it and told me to call him at that frequency when I got home. I flew home to Puerto Ordaz, 700 km away, and set up the radio on my apartment terrace. I called the frequency he had given me, and he answered. “OK, it works. Please lose that piece of paper now. Good luck in the jungle,” he concluded, and hung up. 

        I never learned his name. He took a personal risk to help another human being who was at serious risk working in the jungle. He didn’t have to do that – but was just being a good guy to help another human being.

            OK, I’m not CIA, and I’ll tell anyone. However, I do not tell anyone (except Louise) what my IQ is. I got that number from a high school councilor’s folder with my name on it as she discussed potential scholarships with me. I’ve given invited lectures at annual MENSA meetings, but no, I am not a member of MENSA. And here’s the thing: that IQ number is not important. Your speed to the top of the rope is not important. Comparing yourself to another person – read those stories above – leads to nothing good. There is always someone smarter than you, faster than you, wealthier than you. 

        Instead, just try to do good; compete with yourself if that floats your boat. If you live your life right, help other people when you can, you will do just fine when you are forced to go go toe-to-toe against the guys who think they are smarter, or better, or tougher. It’s really just their problem with their own self-worth. 

            You don’t need to buy someone else’s problem.

~~~~~

* My best friend in elementary and junior high was Marcus Espitia, whose father was Mexican and whose mother was African American. We had defended each other against bullies in Saint Joseph elementary school for years and started Garces together. One day in 7th grade Brother Gerald was pacing back and forth in front of the class, declining Latin nouns out loud from a book he held. Brother Gerald was a huge man – 240 lbs/110 kg. My friend Marcus had lifted the lid of his desk above where his books were kept, blocking Brother Gerald’s view. From there he was shooting spitballs at the guy sitting across the aisle from him. I watched as Brother Gerald slipped down into that aisle without changing his monotonous repetition. Suddenly he leaned hard on the top of Marcus’ desk, trapping his head inside the desk, cutting off his air. I can still vividly recall Marcus’ arms and legs thrashing around, his head locked in the desk as he tried to free it. Then – still intoning the Latin – Brother Gerald lifted the lid with the hand holding the book, and with his open right hand hit Marcus in the side of the face so hard it physically lifted him out of his seat. Marcus actually hit the adjacent wall first, then slid to the ground, stunned. Still droning on, Brother Gerald proceeded to pick up each book in the desk and throw it – as hard as he could – at Marcus’ face. One. Two. Three. Four. Marcus finally got up off the floor and ran to the door to escape… with books bouncing off him several times before he reached it and exited. Brother Gerald then strolled back to the front of the class and continued reading out the Latin declinations to us – without any vocal interruption through this entire process. 

            We all just sat there, frozen in our seats. 

 

…and you will have KNOWLEDGE.

…And You Will Have Knowledge – From FOUR Sources. ALL of them must be verifiable.

 

ABSTRACT: Eyeballs. Science. News. Revelation/Inspiration, in no particular order.

            However, note that we all must question and verify every source of knowledge. For instance, if you hear someone emphasize the word “unbiased” regarding a public-domain news source, you should become deeply suspicious: why would the purveyors feel they even need to say that? If you hear someone making a distinction between science vs. religion, it is usually prima facie evidence that the speaker doesn’t understand either. Our modern social electronic world is as full of nontruth as our world was a thousand years ago – Surprise! Well, what can we do about this? The short answer is that we should start with what we are reasonably certain of.

            There are really just four distinct sources of knowledge available to all human beings. By knowledge, in this case I mean information that is true. Just like a thousand years ago, all of them, including our own eyes, must be verified – all of them must be “truthed.” That sometimes requires looking for an underlying motivation behind something that seems… off. Seems wrong.

 

DIRECT OBSERVATION

            The first source of information for all of us starting with infancy is our own eyes and our own ears: direct observation. This seems simple, but it is very important for two reasons: First, because we compare or scale all other sources of information against what we are certain we know. And second, because witness rules and procedures in courts of law make it clear that we cannot always rely on eyewitnesses. Or even our eyes. As Richard Pryor said, “Do you believe me – or your stinkin’ eyes?!??” We should at least think about what we saw with our eyes; quite a few innocent men have been executed because of faulty or biased eye-witness reporting. There is a compelling reason why any good scientist takes copious notes of her/his observations – our memories are the weak link here, not our eyes.

            Let’s begin by considering in detail the first source of knowledge: our own personal observation. It is very rare in science to be able to conduct direct observation, believe it or not. If it were easy, the Greeks, Maya, Chinese, and others without instrumentation would have already answered all our scientific questions. Examples include the fact that the Earth is not flat; Greeks by the 5th century BC noticed a curved shadow on the Moon during Lunar eclipses, and even reported an observation of sunlight penetrating to the bottom of a well in Southern Egypt – and noting that it didn’t do this in Greece. Eratosthenes is believed to be the first person to determine the size of the Earth – through measurement – in the 2nd century BC. A century later, Posidonius, a Greek astronomer and mathematician, calculated the circumference of the Earth, the Sun, and the Moon. Greek observational science was not perfect, however: even Aristotle, revered for millennia as a brilliant scientist, thought hummingbirds did not have feet. Really.

 

SCIENCE

            Now let’s consider a second source: science. In order to “do” science, we must depend in almost all cases on indirect observation through carefully controlled experiments, and then the use of inductive and deductive reasoning. A rare exception from my personal life: I was in Northern Saudi Arabia after one of the terrible seasonal sandstorms called a Shamaal. There was so much dust in the air that initially we could not even land at the town of ‘Ar-‘Ar – the pilot could not see the ground! Many hours later, after waiting at a Saudi military airbase to the west in Tobuk, we returned and started our borehole logging experiments. I was leading this effort to determine if we could indirectly map the huge phosphate deposits in the region using caliper and gamma-ray logging. Late that first afternoon, I realized that with my unprotected eyes I could see a huge sunspot cluster on the upper left quadrant of the setting Sun. I diagrammed it in my field notebook. I did this again the second day, missed the third day for some reason, but got it again the fourth day. I realized that with direct personal observation – with my own eyes – I could determine the axis of the Sun with respect to where I was standing, and its approximate rotation rate at the equator (I roughly calculated at least 20 days – it’s actually 27 at the Sun’s equator). In my internet research, I do not see any evidence that the ancient Greeks, Chinese, or Maya were able to do this. I saw this with my own eyes and recorded it. I know it absolutely to be true.

            For the purposes of the following discussion, you do not need a science degree or even use the word “science” if you are talking about sources of verifiable information guiding you. You could say “knowledge” or “data” or “understanding” when it comes to explaining what you are reasonably certain is correct based on the reliability of the source. I carefully added that qualifier “reasonably” to that sentence – because much “information” available in the public domain is not fact-based. Someone just pulled it out of their ear and yelled loudly about it to get advertising credits. It’s a sleazy business model: to monetize anger. It has also led to the unnecessary deaths of many mentally susceptible people during the Covid-19 pandemic.

            Elsewhere I have made a separate distinction between truth, and Truth – the latter with a capital “T” – to distinguish between information that is ephemeral, and information that will not be revised in the future but is always that same information. The Sun will rise tomorrow, for instance, though you may not see it. Also, the nature or existence of God is something that should be unchanging, essentially by definition. It really should not be something that changes with temporary human fashion or culture or group opinion-swings. Fundamentally, if there is a Creator God, and He isn’t just a Transcendent God but an Imminent God who cares about His creations, then He should, by definition, be far beyond our comprehension. Similarly, the detailed evolution of the universe around us is permanently beyond our comprehension, though as scientists we get tiny, enthralling glimpses of it. We just do not have the wherewithal in the way of synapses to encompass a full understanding of either. To suppose otherwise is an incredibly arrogant assumption that implies that we are equivalent to God or the Universe.

            I will here also make a distinction here between short-term correct information (for instance, a weather report) and long-term correct information. The latter I will call Important Information. By this I mean long-term things, things that you would consider or think about if you or a loved one are/is approaching the end of life, for instance. Weather reports are an important source of useful information that we often consider as we go about our daily lives. My wife and I drove through a Sky River on November 12, 2021 – we had not checked the weather reports – and it was terrifying. The time scale is important here, however. On November 9, 2021, there were gale warnings for Port Townsend, WA, which we were visiting. The next day it was calm and sunny in Port Townsend. However, a weather report is well below the threshold of Important Information in terms of what is meaningful ten years from now – or 100 years from now. Is something important to you – or even relevant – 100 years from now? If so, then it fits in the category of Important Information.

            Let’s continue to consider science as a source of information to help guide our decisions, and improve our lives. In science we acquire data, but we must also process and interpret it – data generally don’t explain themselves to the non-specialist – and then report our findings. As scientists, we think through our research results carefully, and then decide what it means. I’ve published over 300 books, maps, and scientific papers while working as a scientist with the U.S. Geological Survey – and they all must go through technical review. This means that at least two other people – whom I do not choose – must read through my draft papers and vet them for consistency and correct logic. A science manager then reads through all the reviews and the revised draft to make sure that the final result is true. Do cigarettes improve your digestion after a big meal? That was the public consensus until 1965. By then however, enough data had been gathered to make a reliable interpretation that no, the cigarette company ads were incorrect at best. By 1965 science knew that any benefits beyond addiction-management were outweighed by the irreparable damage that cigarettes did to your lungs, your heart, your face, and your brain.

            But for scientific data to be reliable, you must first ascertain that you have enough of it to even make a judgement or interpretation in the first place. In science, this is called the sampling number, or “n” in an experimental investigation. A single experiment with a binary outcome (for instance just a yes or no) on a single parameter is not science. One of my uncles chain-smoked for 85 years and lived to the age of 97. That’s just a single data-point in a nicotine-benefits study. The second-hand smoke gave his mother-in-law, my grandmother, terminal lung cancer by age 88, however. These are just TWO data-points, and there are a lot of additional unseen variables.

            You need a large enough “n” to even carry out a reasonable statistical analysis of the data you acquire. A state-level cancer dataset would qualify. Which state has the lowest numbers of cancer deaths overall, for instance? Would you be surprised to learn that it is Utah (https://www.cdc.gov/nchs/pressroom/sosmap/cancer_mortality/cancer.htm)? Then can you suggest why? This raises an even more fundamental issue, however: is something even testable or “experimentable” in the first place? The philosopher Carl Popper (1902-1994) gave to the world the concept of “falsifiability”: can something even be tested in the first place? The existence of a God, the existence of a multiverse, what preceded the Big Bang, why is the Anthropic Principle… these are not things that can be tested in the ordinary meaning of a scientific investigation. These belong in another domain sometimes called meta philosophy: sort of thinking about philosophy. They are just big ideas that make us feel warmly smug that we can think about them, but otherwise (unless there is an application) they are useless to humans and their well-being. These things constitute Important Information, but science cannot help us here.

            The concepts of a large enough sample (that “n” number), along with falsifiability, are profoundly important. But there is another almost hidden issue: any large number of data points will always include noise: systemic noise, random noise, instrumental noise, as well as experimental design biases. There is no such thing as a perfect experimental approach, no matter what some NSF grant proposal might assert. In a simplest case example, let’s consider a single variable set, for instance adult height vs. weight. In simplest form, this can be represented as y = a + b*x. The variable “a” is how much one weighs when X (one’s height) is zero – and is just included for general completeness here. One would think that the result would be a straight (upward-tilting) line, but we’ve all seen skinny and obese individuals, so it’s more complicated than that. Data points collected can easily be scattered all over an X-Y graph. If you have sufficient data, there will be data points that are “outliers” – well off the beaten path of what we think might be reasonable results. This could be a morbidly obese individual or someone suffering from anorexia. If there are enough sample points, we can do a quick statistical analysis and determine if a suspicious point is more than, say, two standard deviations away from the average trend of the rest of the data. Some immature scientists might even just discard a data point that they don’t “like” – but this becomes “cherry picking” and is no longer science. That scientist has introduced a new variable – personal sampling bias – into the data analysis.

            We can arbitrarily decide to throw out data points on a graph that lie more than two standard deviations away from the rest of the data… but this is an arbitrary decision also. Why not one standard deviation? Or three? Depending on how we carry out one of these arbitrary data-discard exercises, a “regression” – drawing a line (generally but not necessarily straight) through the data-points on that simplest X-Y graph – could tilt the function curve upwards (increasing weight with increasing height) or downwards (decreasing weight with increasing height). In this example (see figure 1) I am only talking about a very simple, two-variable system. You can represent it on a 2D graph, on a single piece of paper.

            Another simple example from our recent trip to the Hoh Rainforest: How many seagulls show up if I throw crackers out into a parking lot in Forks, WA? This seems like an example of a simple scientific experiment. Or is it? Perhaps the final greatest problem with any scientific experiment is to isolate variables. Dependent variables are the nightmare of any scientific study. Toss out too many crackers and all sorts of birds (and perhaps squirrels) will show up, for instance. Throwing out just saltine crackers only, where a Western Gull only is likely to see it, is a personal experimental design bias in the form of several assumptions that may not be justified. Are there crows or scrub jays around? How would I even know that since they generally don’t want to be seen? These are examples of hidden, or missed, or dependent variables. When there is a lot of “scatter” in experimental data it almost always means that there are additional variables or biases affecting our data – complicating things that we may not even realize are there. Gravity, or wind, perhaps in this case. Different bird types that we do not see, perhaps. Some weirdness or blind spot in our data-collection system, or our electronic recording devices, or the species of surrounding trees, even. A more accurate solution could be a 4-D (or 19-D) graph (figure 1).

            Related to this is the issue of accuracy vs. precision. If I keep shooting arrows at a target and they consistently land around a single point on the ground, well, I have precision here. If they end up consistently in the center of the target, then this is accuracy. Precision or repeatability in measurements or data-gathering does not lead to Important Information, because the results may not be correct. The trick, then, is to assess accuracy.

Figure 1. Regression analysis involves fitting a straight line (or sometimes a simple curved function) to a scatterplot of data. One or two noisy data-points can dramatically shift the result. Image from Gonick & Smith (1993), “The cartoon guide to Statistics” Collins Reference.

 

            All of this is a long way around saying that science is always imperfect, just like news (see figure 2). Science is a growing, organic thing, very dependent on human or data-gathering limitations, and biases. Science must be constantly tested, self-checked, and compared against older data – and technically reviewed. Those who worship science as the be-all, end-all of creation, do so at great personal risk. This actually has a name: it’s called Scientism. Another way of putting this: you think you’re smarter than the universe.

            As an example of how this imperfect scientific process might affect our very lives and health, consider the science we all saw unfolding in how to deal with the SARS-COV-19 virus in 2020-2021. The virus in its many manifestations, social contexts and variables including different spike proteins, social isolation, age, health, and the wealth of human victims is an experimental scientific nightmare. Stopping the Pandemic so far still seems so… incomplete… after nearly two years of evolving and expensive medical and governmental responses to it. Grotesquely amateur political interference made things worse, of course, but the nature of science is that there are always too many variables and internal biases to realistically take them all into account.

            In a way, the progression of data-gathering, and the evolving analyses we’ve seen during the Covid-19 Pandemic are characteristic of the very nature of good science: it is a growing, evolving thing. It is being conducted by very fallible human beings but keeps getting better. Science is approaching the Correct Answer(s), and every month the recommendations are more reliable, more useful. Masks? Different vaccines? Boosters? Lockdowns? Confronting self-serving, deliberate misinformation? These changing issues are just science happening in public view, self-correcting (ideally) and advancing in the right direction (hopefully). To make the assumption that an early interpretation of that data must never change is unrealistic – and profoundly uninformed. Science approaches truth as a final product. Except in very limited and simple systems, it never actually quite gets there. It’s far better than rabid, uninformed opinion, however. It’s like the famous Winston Churchill quote:

“Many forms of Government have been tried and will be tried in this world of sin and woe. No one pretends that democracy is perfect or all-wise. Indeed, it has been said that democracy is the worst form of Government except for all those other forms that have been tried from time to time.…”  – Winston S Churchill, 11 November 1947

 

NEWS/INTERNET

            Let’s next consider sources of publicly available knowledge – the hope here is that all the research has already been done for us. Let’s start with, ahem, “news.” Many consider the New York Times, the Associated Press, and the Wall Street Journal to be reliable sources of information. There are some people who prefer Fox or InfoWars or MSNBC or the Daily Kos as their source of information because it complements something that they already believe to be true or correct (usually of a political nature). In logic, this is called a “confirmation bias.” In some cases, it is the akin to pouring gasoline on a dangerous fire.

            The Pew Charitable Trust finances studies on polling and biases. It has had an unbiased reputation itself for decades because it is in their mission statement to avoid bias. Ad Fontes (“to the source”) is related and does the same. They are both careful in their assessments, and deliberately apolitical. Pew ranks the NYTimes and the Associated Press as sources of reliable facts and information. It considers Fox News, and especially InfoWars and the Daily Kos, to be well outside of a green box (below) surrounding what Pew considers reliable sources of data, and far to the right or left politically. In other words, Fox, InfoWars, and the Daily Kos are not sources of reliable information according to Pew, but sources of wildly skewed opinion that is generally not fact-based. Fox TV personalities, for instance, rail against vaccines on air. Yet it is established fact that every one of them is vaccinated. There are sources on both ends of the political spectrum that Pew and Ad Fontes consider to be unreliable (figure 2).

Figure 2. Ranking of news sources according to political bias and reliability. The green box is the place to trust. The orange, and especially the red boxes, include sources to avoid if truth is important to you. Image from Ad Fontes Media, Inc. (2018).

            In general, we should carefully avoid basing major life decisions (like vaccination) on anything political and/or not fact-based – on sources outside the Green Box in the figure above.

 

REVELATION

            Now let’s take a significant jump and consider a fourth source of information: revelation. Another way to say this: otherwise-unexplainable information from a completely outside source, a Source we may already realize is committed to not violating our personal agency so usually doesn’t explain itself. We all know examples of people who somehow “know” something important without an obvious reason why. In one type of example, we even have a name for this: a mother’s intuition. My own mother once put my baby sister in a highchair out in the backyard of our house. She wanted Barb to get fresh air and sunlight (before UVA/UVB was understood to contribute to skin cancers). Suddenly (I remember this) she rushed out of the house. She said later that she had a “bad feeling” about the baby being out there but didn’t understand why. As she picked up the baby and started to dismantle the highchair to bring it back inside, she saw something move on the underside of the table part: a huge black widow spider. It had been within centimeters of my little sister’s legs.

            Unexplainable, outside source, un-asked-for information.

Two Different Depths

            An analysis of revelation as a source of Important Information must be done at two separate depths or scales: personal revelation, and revelation at a much larger scale: from someone we implicitly or explicitly trust. This could be a parent, a teacher, a prophet (ancient or modern). If you are paying tithing, it strongly implies a belief and acceptance in a prophet or leader of a church as a reliable source of truthful information and guidance. I personally know people who fiercely object to vaccines and masks, though they claim to be members of the Church of Jesus Christ and say that they follow its prophet. If you don’t agree with that leader on, say, vaccination or masks, and you still pay tithing and attend that Church, then you are suffering a serious rational disconnect in your life. This is the equivalent of gross hypocrisy in conversation – or even schizophrenia. What else don’t you agree with him on?

Reading Scriptures & Prayer

            Perhaps the most consistent way to receive personal revelation is by reading the scriptures, and in personal prayer. It’s unsurprising that prophets for millennia have encourage the human family to study the scriptures available to it. There is a downside to this approach, however: the revelation you want may not be the revelation you get. If you do as modern prophets have suggested – “search the scriptures” – instead of just reading them from start to finish, you may be able to improve the efficiency of the want/get convergence here. Of course, if you have not read the Standard Works through a few times already, you won’t really have any idea what to even search for, Topical Guide notwithstanding.

Worthiness

            There is another issue here that is perhaps the most important of all: being in tune. In short, worthiness is critical. Years ago, I worked with Venezuelan geology teams in the deep jungle of the Amazonas Territory (now Amazonas State). It was incredibly dangerous, where things like Bushmaster snakes were the least of our worries. One Venezuelan friend fell on his machete and sliced open his right radial artery. The USGS geologist that I had assigned to work with Henry said he saw a 2-meter spurt of arterial blood shooting out. He managed to stop the bleeding and together they called for an emergency medevac on their HF camp radio. There was someone listening on the frequency we used, and that someone called for a rescue helicopter. Henry Sanchez lost perhaps a third of his blood (he went into shock if he wasn’t upside down in the aircraft) but he lives in Tucson today. Another American scientist working in a different jungle camp came back to our base a week later and told me that they could listen to the rescue, but that their radio could not transmit. Gary had no idea that Henry had even survived. This is a long way of saying that you need a means to communicate that works in both directions, you need to have someone listening, both ways, and you need to be using the right frequency.

            In the radio world there is a lot of information floating out there. You must tune into the transmission you seek. If you are not in tune with the Holy Ghost, because you are living a lifestyle dissonant with Him, then you can’t really expect that He will be terribly encouraged to even deal with you. You are not working on the same frequency. You cannot just yell “SAVE ME!” Or perhaps say, “I really like that flashy car – I need it. What? Well, no, I don’t have money – I don’t even have a job! You, God (somehow) owe it to me.” This sort of discordant thinking almost never works, the Prodigal Son being a notable (and for many of us, encouraging) exception.

Testing

            You must also consider the data reliability issue for personal revelation, just like in science, news, and even personal observation. Revelation must be testable, and this part can be frustrating because the process takes a long time to verify. Here there is yet another advantage to arriving at an advanced age. If you have received “understandings” (or whatever you wish to call them), and they are self-consistent and pan out over time, then you will have steadily increasing confidence in those understandings – revelations – if they arrive the same way. You have a growing database, so to speak. This often means in my personal experience that you are not thinking about the subject when the understanding arrives. With age, you will begin to note that the understanding or revelation does not even come into your mind in English or whatever language you tend to think in… but arrives as an instantaneous understanding. More commonly, the understanding is just a peaceful feeling in the midst of a personal disaster or general chaos. This even has a specific name: “The peace that surpasseth understanding.” I first experienced this after I had passed the written physics qualification exam at the University of Illinois, an exam to decide if you could go on to work on a PhD. That year, however (1970) there were over 1,500 graduating physics PhDs – and available jobs for just 236 of them in the United States. It’s amazing how I can still remember those specific numbers, many years later. The University of Illinois had decided to drastically cut back on their physics graduate student population: the post-atomic-bomb era was officially over: the country no longer needed hundreds of thousands of physics PhD’s. So, the Physics department that year added an oral component to the Quals, as we called them. This I failed miserably, meaning that I could not stay at the university beyond that semester. I faced a real personal disaster that also affected my wife, who had a year to go to finish her BA degree. As we stared into the sunset through the window of our little apartment, however, I had an incredible feeling of peace, of not-to-worry. This, I now realize, comes from the Atonement. Peace that mitigates suffering. That sense of peace is always remarkably devoid of details – it “…surpasseth understanding.” In other words, it usually makes no logical sense. Only four years later did I finally understood that sense of peace.

            It works. It’s very real. I’ve experienced it many times.

            Less commonly, a revelatory understanding arrives with very specific information. In another personal example, which happened on June 7, 1995, the message to me arrived at the most comically illogical time. It came in the middle of a contentious meeting between the Saudi Deputy Ministry for Mineral Resources, the US Geological Survey, and the French counterpart of the USGS in Jeddah called the Bureau de Recherches Géologiques et Minières. Angry words were being exchanged and I was just keeping my head low to avoid being drawn into what I had earlier realized was just another example of Saudi paranoia… but which my French colleagues had yet to realize was not even a rational discussion. Suddenly, a diamond-hard, instantaneous understanding hit me. The message: “The time to leave Saudi Arabia is in October – Do not worry about this. This is in answer to your prayers for the past 18 months concerning your wife’s declining health.” When this bright and very sharp understanding arrived, I nearly fell out of my tilted-back chair.

            I walked home and unpacked that understanding, converting it to English to share with my wife. To us it made no sense initially… because our children would normally start school in August. This particular revelation arrived four months before our departure from the Magic Kingdom, as we called it. Months later we realized that the specific timing saved me from a Reduction in Force in the US Geological Survey… that took place with almost no warning in August 1995. It also meant that one son could finish his senior year in his Swiss boarding school, and not in a Virginia high school where he knew no one. He ended up totally fluent in French as a result. Five hours after that revelation arrived, I learned that the Saudi Deputy Minister had sent an order down through the chain of command: “Order Jeff Wynn to stop practicing his religion.” From the context, I realized that the Mutawa, the Saudi religious police, had been following us to our at-that-time-illegal Church house-meetings on Fridays.

            This was actually part of a larger Kabuki Theater exercise where an Assistant Deputy Minister was trying to mess with the mind of the Deputy Minister – whose job he wanted. However, that Deputy Minister was not stupid, and had already anticipated that his deputy would trigger a mass arrest of the LDS people in Jeddah at that time. This would have meant that half our Jeddah Ward population – Filipino brothers and sisters – would have been beaten and then deported with a massive loss of an annual income. However, with five hours of warning, I was prepared. When I got the Stop Practicing Your Religion message, I immediately offered my resignation from the USGS mission to Saudi Arabia… and requested reassignment to my former job in the United States. About 40% of the USGS Geologic Division was RIF’d in August 1995, and I returned in October. Anyone who didn’t understand would think: what amazing timing!

            To recap the revelatory patterns: revelation usually but not always arrives unbidden, though you may have been thinking and praying about the subject off and on for months or even years beforehand. It arrives sometimes as a profoundly peaceful feeling that makes absolutely no sense considering the circumstances. Sometimes it arrives as a sharp, clear, instantaneous Understanding that must be unpacked and converted to English in order to share it with others.

            When you find yourself suffering through one of the many Bad Times in your life, be prepared: sometimes it takes 2 – 4 years to even see the Light at the End of the Tunnel. Pain and sadness don’t turn off like a faucet with a magical prayer. I got my PhD in Geosciences with an Electrical Engineer as a thesis advisor four years after failing the physics oral qualifying exam in Illinois. It was in a different field (I became a geologist, geophysicist, hydrologist and oceanographer, with publications in astrophysics and archaeology). It opened up huge opportunities for my family – they have all lived in multiple countries on diplomatic passports and are all multi-lingual.

            Sometimes revelation arrives in response to prayers about how to fulfill an aspect of a Church calling – it usually arrives as a quiet, clear idea about what to do. When this fourth and most common revelation happens, it almost always arrives for me, at least, as a clear understanding before I can even kneel down to pray for help… and I generally smile, get down on my knees anyway, and just say thanks.

            Thus, knowledge comes to us, imperfect human beings, in at least four different ways, with many variants and complexities in each of the ways or sources. I think it’s reasonable to say that there are probably as many variants as we are each different people. Note, however, that if we don’t make a sincere effort to verify – truth out – our sources of knowledge, we run the risk of making life-changing decisions based on incorrect information, decisions that we may regret.

            If not done carefully, we could regret those decisions forever.

 

Who We Are

Jeff Wynn is a retired research geophysicist with the US Geological Survey, and an active member of the Harvard Galileo Project. He earned an 8th degree black belt in Japanese Jujitsu and is the Sensei of the Vancouver Institute of Self Defense. Louise Wynn is a Linguist, a Biologist, and a multiply-produced playwright. She has a 4th degree black belt in Japanese Jujitsu.

Both are members of the Grass Valley Ward, Vancouver, Washington East Stake. More HERE: https://wynn.org/