Tuesday, July 21, 2009

But I Keep A Good Attitude


In fine form offlate :)

Note: I've made up my mind and I feel happy about this decision

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Randomness In Motion

I must warn that this post is all about jumping from one random point to another: Apparently I do that just so efficiently. I'm just saying this so that I don't have to clarify myself "why on earth am I not making sense?" on each paragraph.

1. I realize that - this is by no mean an earth-shattering realization - I don't even understand my own psychology. But then again, who does? I don't understand why mood swing exists, why sometimes I'm bored, why I feel in a certain way, why life just sometimes never seem enough, and the list can go on forever of course. I don't think a reductionist-approach to this dilemma is the right way to go: You know people sometimes say "Ohh, it's just ......... <-- fill in the blank" Because that's like saying there is no solution, that's just how you function period. No way... Ok, so how? I don't know. Haha.. No, just no way, that's it.

2. Life must be about embracing imperfection. Because that's just the world: Imperfect. And that's just who we are: Imperfect. But sincerity is a must, there is just no substitute for that.

3.Generally speaking I don't like to expect so much from people, because that's just very selfish. Because if you expect a lot from people, then you don't expect yourself to contribute a lot - it is almost mutual exclusive. This and that, this and that from other people, what about yourself?

4. I figured, sometimes when people beg you (I'm the type yang cepat cair la), just give. "Nor repulse the petitioner (unheard)" (ad-Duha: 10). You don't really need to question the underlying motive, syndicate, bla3. Well, if you do, then do something, but you don't right? You just question it, smartly trick yourself into believing it's true, and get away. So if you do believe it's true, then go investigate thoroughly and don't stop until you prove to yourself and make a real change. But nobody does that anyway.

5. If this way of life is about a mercy to mankind, then it just makes sense that the last thing for us to do is to cause trouble to others. So mind: "Do not cause trouble to others."

6. Hadith 502. We are so self-righteous, aren't we? Everybody else is problematic, except for 'us', and we feel good about it. We don't even care.

7. Whatever, I'm really tired today, that's all. 50 km with an average speed of 25km/h and I can barely even walk after that. That's pretty pathetic actually, but I guess it's all about conditioning.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Rindu...

"Adi rindu kak yana tak? Dia kan pergi college sekarang."
"Tak."
"Adi rindu abang tak?"
"Urmm abang tak balik sabtu ahad, abang balik kadang-kadang je"
"Hmm abang balik lagi 2 tahun kot. Jadi adi rindu abang la?"
"U'uh"

Hahaha... Abang menang hands down! Abang rindu semua orang, including ayra, the wittiest, jual mahal girl on this planet. Post la gambar birthday dkt rumah pak long hari tu, takkan takde. And my rindus are not one way streets :p

P.S. I am an addicted cyclist nowadays - while summer last...

Friday, July 10, 2009

Finding God in The Numeral?

…and He has enumerated everything in numbers.

QUR’AN (Al-Jinn 72:28)

I was reading Lost History in the subway: When I read this verse, I was awestruck... "Why haven't I heard of this verse before?" I wondered, what is the context of the verse? What precedes this fragmented verse? Is He talking about the universe?

He alone knows the Unseen, nor does He make any one acquainted with His Mysteries. Except a messenger whom He has chosen: and then He makes a band of watchers march before him and behind him. So that He may know that they have truly delivered the messages of their Lord, and He encompasses what is with them and He records the number of all things.

QUR’AN (Al-Jinn 72: 26-28)

I thought about writing a 'review' of Michael Hamilton Morgan's Lost History once I finish it, but now I can't wait... Maybe I will eventually do it, but the story of al-Khawarizmi is just mind-blowing. Here is an except from the book. Someone actually rewrote it on his blog, looks like I'm not the only one awestruck by this chapter (I just copy-paste and cut out unimportant parts):-

A pivotal force in creating these numbers and formulas is a Persian man born in about 780 in the faraway town of Khiva, Khorasan province, known as Khwarizm to the Arabs, in Central Asia. He is named Mohammad al-Khwarizmi, literally Mohammad of Khwarizm.

In the eighth century, his birthplace is deep in the steppe, a way station on the Silk Road that stretches at one end from China, at the other end from Rome. Though the two ends of this spectrum have never had a direct contact, over the centuries there is a fairly regular exchange between two worlds. All this passes through Khorasan; at times the exchange is no more than a breeze, a foreign and exotic lost butterfly hanging in the air for a few seconds, then swept away.

This dark-haired main, with piercing brown eyes set into deep sockets and cheeks creased by leanness and weather, is a magician in other ways as well. Steeped in the tradition of faith and of magic, he yearns to find the secrets of the universe in numbers. He writes mathematical problems; he dreams numbers; he reduces every movement of his day to numbers: the numbers of steps to the bathhouse, the angle of sun to Earth and the triangle created there, and the curves of the Silk Road wandering across half the Earth.

In numbers and equations and computations spinning out of their series, he sense the hidden codes of the universe, the numerical representation of the complexity of God’s creation. And as a Muslim, in a time when it is believed that God can be revealed through reason and knowledge, he will help lead a great mathematical revolution, giving the first glimpse of a future day when the age of computers will outstrip the processing speeds and capabilities of the human mind, no matter how brilliant.

At the founding of the House of Wisdom in 832 in Baghdad, al-Khwarizmi is summoned by the Caliph al-Mamun himself to assist in the search for God in the numeral. And when he arrives there, he sees the great interpreters like Hunayun ibn Ishaq gradually decoding the formulas of Euclid’s Elements based on geometry, of Pythagoras and Ptolemy, and thoughts of Aristotle and Socrates. Others are translating Archimedes’s works such as The Sphere and the Cylinder, The Measurement of the Circle, The Equilibrium of Planes, and Floating bodies, all of which help influence Muslim thought significantly. Al-Khwarizmi will help in that effort, because he is able to read Greek and turn its meaning into Arabic.

The Central Asian man sees turbaned mathematician-astronomers working together in rooms using maps, star charts, astrotables, and other measuring instruments, thinking through problems together, checking each other’s work, poring over translations, and discussing endlessly. For a man who has often done much of his work alone and had rarely found thinkers who were his equal, to find so much intelligence and competition gathered in one place is both exhilarating and intimidating. But he knows ths is an unparalleled opportunity, and he will make as much of it as he can.

Weak and drunk with the world that is now exploding in his head, al-Khwarizmi knows that mathematics has to be the code work of the divine. From the discovery of the Hindu dot that will one day be represented in much of the world by a circle and known a zero, he sees an infinite number of paths and possibilities streaking out in all directions. And he is not alone in these kinds of thoughts, for in the house of wisdom and other mathematical salons that will arise at other courts, dozens and eventually hundreds astronomical-mathematical thinkers are turning over in their minds assorted issues, each coming at the numeric mystery from a slightly different angle. Unconsciously and intuitively, the early Muslim mathematicians will create a kind of collective intelligence, feeding on each other, borrowing and stealing from one another, competing for the favors of patrons, making terrible mistakes, authoring spectacular breakthroughs. In a way, the House of Wisdom in Baghdad and similar Muslim centers will be the world’s first think tanks, an example of network computing, using networked human brains rather than machines.

And al-Khwarizmi and his colleagues are not alone in time or history, for aside from inventing, they also assimilate and aggregate much of the brilliance that has come before. From the Babylonians via the Greeks, they inherit the sexagesimal measure of time in 60 seconds and 60 minutes. Muslim astronomers and other scientists will translate these numerals into the degrees of the compass and the directions of earth and sky that will survive into the 21st century. From the Indians they will capture the astronomic importance of numbers. Via the Persians and directly from the Indians, they will capture the zero, and the breakthrough of decimal math, and the first hints at representing numbers as symbols and not as words.

Among other things, al-Khwarizmi realizes as he scribbles that the very process of writing mathematics will need to be revised. In his day there are three different methods of calculating math in the Abbasid world and its environs. There is the universal finger counting method, which serves certain basic purposes well, as in business transactions of small size. There is a more complicated version using Arabic letter characters, which is better but still not up to the task.

And there is the Hindu method, a decimal system with characters representing quantities ranging from 0 to 9, and then arranged in a combination to reach up and down into positive and negative infinity from the sources dot of zero. The Hindu numerals are the best, the only ones adequate to all the possibilities that al-Khwarizmi and his counterparts and successors see dancing in their heads: needs like calculating the area of irregular spaces; finding missing quantities using the relationship of known ones; calculating the relationship of the Earth to the sun and stars, so as to better compute the holy days as commanded by the Prophet; finding the location of Mecca so that the faithful can pray in that direction with certainly and not guesswork. The Hindu cum Muslim number system will be essential to establishing a new theory about curvature that will show how to resolve the two different universes of angles and curves. The new number system will begin to help answer the mathematical questions implicit in conical space and projections. And the Hindu-Arab numbers will be essential to 21st century questions such as the behavior of light and the properties of solids. Modern technology and civilization will not able to rise and evolve without these numbers.

In al-Khwarizmi’s mind and in the Hindu system, all spins around the dot of nothingness. Brilliant Bhramagupta had found the zero and tried to represent its emptiness and mystery in a written equation. He wrote the ultimate truth of zero to be: Zero divided by zero equals zero. And though he was wrong in that calculation, which is impossible, he was infinitely prescient in his willingness to think in new ways, which in turn threw a spark of genius to the Muslims, starting a bonfire of thought.

Two hundred years later up on that Baghdad roof, al-Khwarizmi laughs to himself. The equation of division of and by zero is absurd; it proves nothing. He laughs out loud, risking waking the others. A woman of the night calls up to him, unaccustomed to hearing laughter from this handsome, dark man and wondering if he wants company. But he is off in his thoughts.

The zero, he realizes, must be accepted on pure faith. It cannot be proven. And in terrible irony, which he considers sharing with his patron al-Mamun, he sees that the ultimate value of rationalist mathematics is pure revelation, just as god was revealed not quantified.

Pp 82-90, Lost History, Michael Hamilton Morgan.

P.S. Al-Khawarizmi is the very guy who laid down the foundation of algebra (al-jabr wa al-muqabala) and makes me scratch my head staring at abstract mathematical proves and computer science algorithm. I don't know whether I should thank him for that, but I so wanna go to Khurasan!

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Confabulating God?

In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful

I was being asked, "What if the mind confabulates God?" in a comment to my previous post. So I thought it is better if I give a more structured argument here.

1. Even with advancements in evolutionary biology, superstring theory, multiverse, and neuroscience, I don't see how we can prove that God doesn't exist. Well, people say, the onus of prove is upon those who say God exists, because they made the claim first.

2. But in cognitive psychology, they come to the conclusion that it is innate in human to observe sacredness or divinity, be it even without God in the equation: "My research on the moral emotions has led me to conclude that the human mind simply does perceive divinity and sacredness, whether or not God exists." - Jonathan Haidt Note: "believing in God" is an intellectual preposition, while "observing divinity or sacredness" is an emotion that we feel. For example we feel 'elated' when we look at the marvelous nature - a Muslim will usually say subhanallah in such situation, meaning Glory be to God. This is what psychologist call observing sacredness.

3. In other words, the natural state (fitrah) for human being is to believe in God (or at least perceive divinity). So the argument that the idea of God is the ultimate human invention doesn't hold water, because perceiving divinity is an existentialist human experience rather than an intellectual position per se. So even those staunch atheists will have those moments in life when they will perceive divinity, but they have to do some intellectual stunts to deny their guts feeling: "No, this can't be caused by God...."

4. Since we live in a universe where the thermodynamics arrow of time points forward, another natural tendency is to infer a creator when you see a creation. This is just basic causation, since the universe exists, something must have created it. And since that entity created space and time (the universe), the entity itself is beyond space and time, thus all law of physics that we know don't hold true to that entity - including the arrow of time. So it makes perfect sense that this entity can and should be eternal.

5. Off late modern science has been obsessed (and struggling) with probability. Now if you see a Mona Lisa painting, you should say "Ooo you mix some colors in a bucket and you throw it on a wall and wallaa Mona Lisa comes out by random chance" - nobody painted the Mona Lisa. That's how life began according to evolutionary biology. Well, even if let's say life really began like that, so who made that extremely improbable probability to happen?

6. But scientists are definitely not stupid people, so even physicist Andrei Linde admits something about our universe: “We have a lot of really, really strange coincidences, and all of these coincidences are such that they make life possible.” So physicists actually don’t like coincidences. That includes the great Albert Einstein who stumbled with quantum mechanics: "God Doesn't Play With Dice." By the way, FYI Einstein is a deist - one who believes God created this universe but then He just sits back - "Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind."

7. So what is Linde so scared about? The Big Bad Wolf? What coincidences? Consider just two possible changes. Atoms consist of protons, neutrons, and electrons. If those protons were just 0.2 percent more massive than they actually are, they would be unstable and would decay into simpler particles. Atoms wouldn’t exist; neither would we. If gravity were slightly more powerful, the consequences would be nearly as grave. A beefed-up gravitational force would compress stars more tightly, making them smaller, hotter, and denser. Rather than surviving for billions of years, stars would burn through their fuel in a few million years, sputtering out long before life had a chance to evolve - Discover

8. So the universe seems to be tailored or made just for us— this scary, scary reality is known as the anthropic principle in physics. Just like natural selection in evolutionary biology, physicists comeout with another wonderful idea called multiverse to ease their uneasiness about this reality. Note: You need to understand the concept of multiverse in order to know why this theory elminates the slim probability of anthropic principle. I can't explain it to you here, it will be too long, pray read the article yourself.

9.
For me the reality of many universes is a logical possibility [multiverse],” Linde says. “You might say, ‘Maybe this is some mysterious coincidence. Maybe God created the universe for our benefit.’ Well, I don’t know about God, but the universe itself might reproduce itself eternally in all its possible manifestations.” - Discover I don't know Mr Linde, does it make more sense that God created this universe for our benefit or the universe reproduce itself eternally? So I wonder if human has actually got any smarter since the time of Plato and Socrates - even though their philosophy wasn't enlightened by modern science they still came to the sensible conclusion that God exists. Of course "sensible" is just my biasness here. And don't talk to me about Nietzsche!

10. Out goes big bang theory that poses the problem of cosmic singularity; multiverse (based on superstring theory) is the new religion in astrophysics. Multiverse is actually a classic problem of you can't prove something that is beyond space-time does exist - it is almost impossible to prove its existence empirically. But as long as "that thing" isn't named God it's fine for them.

11. When will neuroscience explain about the soul? So next, not only we can clone ourselves with perfect DNA match, but we can also bring back the dead to life or do soul transplant and live eternally? Mr Neuroscience, I'm waiting...

12. To me, the only perhaps sensible conclusion that you can draw from the finding that the mind actually confabulates is: Blind faith is actually the perfect form of faith. We only embark on a cognitive mission to bring back reasons to support our preferred action. But such extreme view seems too idealistic in reality, because people do convert and change their believe while engaging in interfaith dialogue.

Allah knows best.

Unnerving

“Young man, I will teach you some words: Preserve (your obligations toward) Allah and He will preserve you. Guard (your obligations toward) Allah, and you will find Him on your side. When you ask, ask Allah. When you seek aid and succour, seek it from Allah. And know, that if the entire nation got together to benefit you in some way, they could never benefit you at all except for that which Allah had already decreed for you. And, if they all got together to harm you in some way, they could do you no harm except for that which Allah had already decreed for you. The pens have been lifted, and the tablets have dried.” [At-Tirmidhi]

Explicit knowledge un-tacitized...

Note1: I'm missing home and the company of awesome friends.
Note2: I've been doing cycling, takde kuda naik basikal je lah. Best jugak, in a different way.
Note3: We should think deep about what have we done to do the calling of the message. Malu...

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Your Move Chief

I’m just tired… I’m tired of… I don’t know. This is a scene from Good Will Hunting that blew me away. So out of my boredom, I’ve transcribed it. Context: Sean is the counselor and Will is the young lad (in the 20s) prodigy. They were sitting on a bench, at a park, looking at a lake full of swans.

Will: This is really nice, you got a thing about swan? maybe it’s like a fetish, maybe something we should devote some time into? [in a sarcastic tone]

The rest is Sean:
You’re just a kid, you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talking about.

So if I ask you about art, you probably give the skinny on every art book ever written. Michael Angello, you know a lot about him, life’s work, political aspiration, the whole work right. But you can’t tell me what it smells like in the 16th chapel, you’ve never actually stood there and look up at the beautiful ceiling.

If I ask you about war, you probably throw Shakespeare at me right? “Once more into the bridge dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one, you’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, and watch him grasp his last breath and looking to you for help

If I ask you about love, probably you quote me a sonnet, but you’ve never looked into a woman and been totally vulnerable, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you, and you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her to be there forever, through anything, through cancer. You wouldn’t know about sleeping, sitting up in the hospital room for two months holding her hands because the doctor can see in your eyes that the term visiting hours don’t apply to you. [Sean is talking about his wife who passed away due to cancer, and Will insulted him beforehand by accusing that he regretted marrying her because of that]

You don’t know about real lost, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you ever dare to love anybody that much.

Look at you, I don’t see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared kid. You’re a genius Will, no one denies that. No one can possibly understand the depths of you, but you presume you know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and you rip my life apart.

You’re an orphan right? Do you think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I’ve read Olivier Twist? Does that encapsulate you?

Personally I don’t care. You know what? I can’t learn anything from you; I can’t read from some book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are, and I’m fascinated, I’m in, but you don’t want to do that right? You’re terrified about what you might say.

Your move chief.

[end of scene]

I’m like the smart alec in the family. Note: Mr Know-It-All who actually doesn't know anything at all. If you know me, you would probably agree that I tend to think that I’m right most of the time – perhaps you were even irritated by me because of it. Of course, that is a flaw. My mom used to tell me, “You young man, you always think you’re right, and you can’t see your own flaw” (well, something along that line). She told me that wisdom and farsightedness is something that sometimes you only acquire by age.

Although I did ponder about the possibility of the truth of her premise of argument, I still thought I was right during that time and pressed on with my argument. By the way, arguing means, we were just having a difference of opinion, and debated about it in a healthy, sopan way. But you know what? She was right; mom is always right. And this Good Will Hunting scene drove the point home.

P.S.
Ada this arab guy bawak anak dia solat, and she looks exactly like Ayra. Rindu nak balik… Haha..