Is boredom the mother of speculation and hence, the harbinger of discovery?
Take this morning.
A nice enough morning in the beautiful central range of the Colombian Andes, over seven thousand feet high, surrounded by snow-clad peaks, but spring reigning, seemingly eternal, the chill softened by nearby volcanically heated thermal springs. Still, that enchanted backdrop being the norm, a jaded sense seems to permeate my dawning day and, seeking to alleviate incipient boredom, I begin to speculate on the relationship between chaos and entropy.
Chaos is a concept that fascinates me, but in its theoretical aspect where everything is still possible and entropy is yet pre-nascent, rather than in the sense where nothing makes sense, like politics today, or journalism, or television series on which more and more of us tend to unthinkingly and unquestioningly binge, thereby rendering ourselves absolutely malleable to those who, like Sauron, seek to rule us all.
Nope, no binging for me today, at least not on the refuse marketed to “entertain” and indoctrinate us by the so-called entertainment industry. This morning, I’ll speculate, hypothesize and fantasize all on my own. I’ll speculate on the nature of chaos and order, anarchism and symmetry.
Here goes nothing, or perhaps, … a very fascinating something:
It seems as if perhaps eternity, in a closed sense (somewhat of an oxymoron, I know), is the journey from chaos through entropy, perhaps, back into a single singularity and thus, back into inchoate chaos, the only perfect state of chaos where everything is still a possibility and nothing is more probable than anything else.
As much as I admire, perhaps even love the concept of chaos for its almost infinite possibilities, I am, in my personal life drawn to its opposites, order and symmetry. Hard to reconcile but we humans tend towards the complicated, albeit in a simplistic manner. Go figure.
Symmetry, at least to me, is a ritual where, by aligning things as close to perfectly as I can, I give free reign to quantic phenomena, to quantic possibilities, but not over the smallest spaces possible, but rather, without regard to time or space, which become mere illusions. Order, on the other hand, in its absolute sense, implies the total loss of freedom, perhaps as close to the concept of hell to which a libertarian can come (I perceive of myself as a socialist-libertarian, which to traditional chaos-loving anarchists is an irresolvable contradiction).
Is it possible that “sense” is the ultimate product of “nonsense”, the way matter and energy were at some point the product of a parentless singularity?
You know, … the human mind is a fascinating place in which to spend an otherwise boring day.
© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2023; all rights reserved. Please feel free to share with appropriate attribution.
Guillermo (“Bill”) Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia (although he has primarily lived in the United States of America of which he is also a citizen). Until 2017 he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales. He is currently the publisher of the Inannite Review, available at https://guillermocalvomah.substack.com/. He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation and linguistic studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies). However, he is also fascinated by mythology, religion, physics, astronomy and mathematics, especially with matters related to quanta and cosmogony. He can be contacted at email@example.com and much of his writing is available through his blog at https://guillermocalvo.com/.