Insights From Brilliant People

There’s an absolute­ly fas­ci­nat­ing series of respons­es by lead­ing sci­en­tists and intel­lec­tu­als to the ques­tion, “WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IS TRUE EVEN THOUGH YOU CANNOT PROVE IT?”

Like this fun­ny dia­log by Stan­ford prof Leonard Susskind.

Con­ver­sa­tion With a Slow Stu­dent

Stu­dent: Hi Prof. I’ve got a prob­lem. I decid­ed to do a lit­tle prob­a­bil­i­ty experiment—you know, coin flipping—and check some of the stuff you taught us. But it did­n’t work.

Pro­fes­sor: Well I’m glad to hear that you’re inter­est­ed. What did you do?

Stu­dent: I flipped this coin 1,000 times. You remem­ber, you taught us that the prob­a­bil­i­ty to flip heads is one half. I fig­ured that meant that if I flip 1,000 times I ought to get 500 heads. But it did­n’t work. I got 513. What’s wrong?

Pro­fes­sor: Yeah, but you for­got about the mar­gin of error. If you flip a cer­tain num­ber of times then the mar­gin of error is about the square root of the num­ber of flips. For 1,000 flips the mar­gin of error is about 30. So you were with­in the mar­gin of error.

Stu­dent: Ah, now I get if. Every time I flip 1,000 times I will always get some­thing between 970 and 1,030 heads. Every sin­gle time! Wow, now that’s a fact I can count on.

Pro­fes­sor: No, no! What it means is that you will prob­a­bly get between 970 and 1,030.

Stu­dent: You mean I could get 200 heads? Or 850 heads? Or even all heads?

Pro­fes­sor: Prob­a­bly not.

Stu­dent: Maybe the prob­lem is that I did­n’t make enough flips. Should I go home and try it 1,000,000 times? Will it work bet­ter?

Pro­fes­sor: Prob­a­bly.

Stu­dent: Aw come on Prof. Tell me some­thing I can trust. You keep telling me what prob­a­bly means by giv­ing me more prob­a­blies. Tell me what prob­a­bil­i­ty means with­out using the word prob­a­bly.

Pro­fes­sor: Hmmm. Well how about this: It means I would be sur­prised if the answer were out­side the mar­gin of error.

Stu­dent: My god! You mean all that stuff you taught us about sta­tis­ti­cal mechan­ics and quan­tum mechan­ics and math­e­mat­i­cal prob­a­bil­i­ty: all it means is that you’d per­son­al­ly be sur­prised if it did­n’t work?

Pro­fes­sor: Well, uh…

Or the some­what more heady essay on the lim­it­ed util­i­ty of for­mal proofs by Stan­ford math­emeti­cian Kei­th Devlin

Before we can answer this ques­tion we need to agree what we mean by proof. (This is one of the rea­sons why its good to have math­e­mati­cians around. We like to begin by giv­ing pre­cise def­i­n­i­tions of what we are going to talk about, a pedan­tic ten­den­cy that some­times dri­ves our physi­cist and engi­neer­ing col­leagues crazy.) For instance, fol­low­ing Descartes, I can prove to myself that I exist, but I can’t prove it to any­one else. Even to those who know me well there is always the pos­si­bil­i­ty, how­ev­er remote, that I am mere­ly a fig­ment of their imag­i­na­tion. If it’s rock sol­id cer­tain­ty you want from a proof, there’s almost noth­ing beyond our own exis­tence (what­ev­er that means and what­ev­er we exist as) that we can prove to our­selves, and noth­ing at all we can prove to any­one else.

Math­e­mat­i­cal proof is gen­er­al­ly regard­ed as the most cer­tain form of proof there is, and in the days when Euclid was writ­ing his great geom­e­try text Ele­ments that was sure­ly true in an ide­al sense. But many of the proofs of geo­met­ric the­o­rems Euclid gave were sub­se­quent­ly found out to be incorrect—David Hilbert cor­rect­ed many of them in the late nine­teenth cen­tu­ry, after cen­turies of math­e­mati­cians had believed them and passed them on to their students—so even in the case of a ten line proof in geom­e­try it can be hard to tell right from wrong.

When you look at some of the proofs that have been devel­oped in the last fifty years or so, using incred­i­bly com­pli­cat­ed rea­son­ing that can stretch into hun­dreds of pages or more, cer­tain­ty is even hard­er to main­tain. Most math­e­mati­cians (includ­ing me) believe that Andrew Wiles proved Fer­mat’s Last The­o­rem in 1994, but did he real­ly? (I believe it because the experts in that branch of math­e­mat­ics tell me they do.)

In late 2002, the Russ­ian math­e­mati­cian Grig­ori Perel­man post­ed on the Inter­net what he claimed was an out­line for a proof of the Poin­care Con­jec­ture, a famous, cen­tu­ry old prob­lem of the branch of math­e­mat­ics known as topol­o­gy. After exam­in­ing the argu­ment for two years now, math­e­mati­cians are still unsure whether it is right or not. (They think it “prob­a­bly is.”)

Or con­sid­er Thomas Hales, who has been wait­ing for six years to hear if the math­e­mat­i­cal com­mu­ni­ty accepts his 1998 proof of astronomer Johannes Keplers 360-year-old con­jec­ture that the most effi­cient way to pack equal sized spheres (such as can­non­balls on a ship, which is how the ques­tion arose) is to stack them in the famil­iar pyra­mid-like fash­ion that green­gro­cers use to stack oranges on a counter. After exam­in­ing Hales’ argu­ment (part of which was car­ried out by com­put­er) for five years, in spring of 2003 a pan­el of world experts declared that, where­as they had not found any irrepara­ble error in the proof, they were still not sure it was cor­rect.

With the idea of proof so shaky—in practice—even in math­e­mat­ics, answer­ing this year’s Edge ques­tion becomes a tricky busi­ness. The best we can do is come up with some­thing that we believe but can­not prove to our own sat­is­fac­tion. Oth­ers will accept or reject what we say depend­ing on how much cre­dence they give us as a sci­en­tist, philoso­pher, or what­ev­er, gen­er­al­ly bas­ing that deci­sion on our sci­en­tif­ic rep­u­ta­tion and record of pre­vi­ous work. At times it can be hard to avoid the whole thing degen­er­at­ing into a slang­ing match. For instance, I hap­pen to believe, firm­ly, that sta­ples of pop­u­lar-sci­ence-books and breath­less TV-spe­cials such as ESP and mor­phic res­o­nance are com­plete non­sense, but I can’t prove they are false. (Nor, despite their repeat­ed claims to the con­trary, have the pro­po­nents of those crack­pot the­o­ries proved they are true, or even worth seri­ous study, and if they want the sci­en­tif­ic com­mu­ni­ty to take them seri­ous­ly then the onus if very much on them to make a strong case, which they have so far failed to do.)

Once you rec­og­nize that proof is, in prac­ti­cal terms, an unachiev­able ide­al, even the old math­e­mati­cians stand­by of GÏdel’s Incom­plete­ness The­o­rem (which on first blush would allow me to answer the Edge ques­tion with a state­ment of my belief that arith­metic is free of inter­nal con­tra­dic­tions) is no longer avail­able. GÏdel’s the­o­rem showed that you can­not prove an axiomat­i­cal­ly based the­o­ry like arith­metic is free of con­tra­dic­tion with­in that the­o­ry itself. But that does­n’t mean you can’t prove it in some larg­er, rich­er the­o­ry. In fact, in the stan­dard axiomat­ic set the­o­ry, you can prove arith­metic is free of con­tra­dic­tions. And per­son­al­ly, I buy that proof. For me, as a liv­ing, human math­e­mati­cian, the con­sis­ten­cy of arith­metic has been proved—to my com­plete sat­is­fac­tion.

So to answer the Edge ques­tion, you have to take a com­mon sense approach to proof—in this case proof being, I sup­pose, an argu­ment that would con­vince the intel­li­gent, pro­fes­sion­al­ly skep­ti­cal, trained expert in the appro­pri­ate field. In that spir­it, I could give any num­ber of spe­cif­ic math­e­mat­i­cal prob­lems that I believe are true but can­not prove, start­ing with the famous Rie­mann Hypoth­e­sis. But I think I can be of more use by using my math­e­mati­cian’s per­spec­tive to point out the uncer­tain­ties in the idea of proof. Which I believe (but can­not prove) I have.

Or Seth Lloyd from MIT:

I can­not prove that elec­trons exist, but I believe fer­vent­ly in their exis­tence. And if you don’t believe in them, I have a high volt­age cat­tle prod I’m will­ing to apply as an argu­ment on their behalf. Elec­trons speak for them­selves.

And the appar­ent­ly lone the­ist, David Myers:

As a Chris­t­ian monothe­ist, I start with two unproven axioms:

1. There is a God.

2. It’s not me (and it’s also not you).

Togeth­er, these axioms imply my surest con­vic­tion: that some of my beliefs (and yours) con­tain error. We are, from dust to dust, finite and fal­li­ble. We have dig­ni­ty but not deity.

And that is why I fur­ther believe that we should

a) hold all our unproven beliefs with a cer­tain ten­ta­tive­ness (except for this one!),

b) assess oth­ers’ ideas with open-mind­ed skep­ti­cism, and

c) freely pur­sue truth aid­ed by obser­va­tion and exper­i­ment.

This mix of faith-based humil­i­ty and skep­ti­cism helped fuel the begin­nings of mod­ern sci­ence, and it has informed my own research and sci­ence writ­ing. The whole truth can­not be found mere­ly by search­ing our own minds, for there is not enough there. So we also put our ideas to the test. If they sur­vive, so much the bet­ter for them; if not, so much the worse.

With­in psy­chol­o­gy, this “ever-reform­ing” process has many times changed my mind, lead­ing me now to believe, for exam­ple, that new­borns are not so dumb, that elec­tro con­vul­sive ther­a­py often alle­vi­ates intractable depres­sion, that Amer­i­ca’s eco­nom­ic growth has not improved our morale, that the auto­mat­ic uncon­scious mind dwarfs the con­scious mind, that trau­mat­ic expe­ri­ences rarely get repressed, that most folks don’t suf­fer low self-esteem, and that sex­u­al ori­en­ta­tion is not a choice.

Any­way, inter­est­ing stuff.

Tsunami Relief

Wel­come back to school.

Most of you have already decid­ed upon some com­pas­sion­ate response, but in case you haven’t we took an offer­ing at our Win­ter Retreat for tsuna­mi relief efforts and rout­ed our funds through AG Relief.

If you would like to assist in any way, please let me know either via email or at our on-cam­pus wor­ship meet­ing.

An Operational Definition of Objective Reality

Here’s a fas­ci­nat­ing lit­tle snap­shot of mod­ern sci­ence:

A team of US physi­cists has proved a the­o­rem that explains how our objec­tive, com­mon real­i­ty emerges from the sub­tle and sen­si­tive quan­tum world…

The Los Alam­os team define a prop­er­ty of a sys­tem as ‘objec­tive’, if that prop­er­ty is simul­ta­ne­ous­ly evi­dent to many observers who can find out about it with­out know­ing exact­ly what they are look­ing for and with­out agree­ing in advance how they’ll look for it.

The full arti­cle Nat­ur­al Selec­tion Acts On The Quan­tum world is just plain cool (and acces­si­ble to non-sci­en­tists).

A Most Peculiar Conference Precursor

As many of you are no doubt aware, I am coor­di­nat­ing Chi Alpha’s San Diego win­ter con­fer­ence.

Now it is vir­tu­al­ly axiomat­ic that every­thing goes crazy pri­or to a Chi Alpha con­fer­ence. For exam­ple, last year I got a tick­et for run­ning a stop sign as I was prepar­ing to head up to our Lake Tahoe win­ter con­fer­ence. For the record, I still dis­pute the legit­i­ma­cy of that tick­et. I think the cop was asleep and was star­tled into con­scious­ness by the vibrant hue of my car. But I digress…

This year things have been crazy as well. Let me high­light one thread of our con­fer­ence preparations–the wor­ship.

This year we part­ed with tra­di­tion and booked an out­side band instead of ask­ing one of our Chi Alpha groups to lead wor­ship. An unex­pect­ed con­se­quence was that unlike our Chi Alpha groups, the band does­n’t nor­mal­ly bring their own sound sys­tem with them.

Now as any­one who has min­is­tered to col­le­gians will attest, hav­ing a good sound sys­tem is fair­ly impor­tant. Most stu­dents are audio­philes or pre­tend to be, and so get­ting the right gear makes a dif­fer­ence.

It is also ridicu­lous­ly expen­sive. We found a com­pe­tent sound guy who also works with equip­ment rentals and he did some research and found us the low, low price of $4,500.

That’s more than our entire con­fer­ence bud­get (exclud­ing hous­ing).

So we went back to the draw­ing board.

I should men­tion that I was strand­ed in Louisiana with­out cell phone cov­er­age most of the time that we were try­ing to fix this. I seem to be aller­gic to the entire state of Lou­siana, because every time I go home I get major aller­gy attacks. So I’m grumpy from my aller­gies and unable to call any­one to make alter­nate plans for the sound equip­ment.

Even­tu­al­ly we got back home and I start­ed work­ing hard to find a back­up sound sys­tem. We accost­ed Chi Alpha min­istries, church­es, and ran­dom passer­by to no avail.

Final­ly my good friend Jeff Devoll came through for us. Jeff has got one of the nicest sound sys­tems I’ve ever seen and is also one of the nicest (and sharpest) guys I’ve ever met. So we were able to get an out­ra­geous­ly good sys­tem as a very rea­son­able price.

Now we had the prob­lem of trans­port­ing this sound sys­tem the 500 miles from Sacra­men­to down to San Diego.

Instant suc­cess–our min­istry in Sacra­men­to has a trail­er for trans­port­ing sound gear.

The heady swell of suc­cess was soon dashed on the hard rocks of real­i­ty. We had a trail­er but no means to haul it.

So we called every sin­gle Chi Alpha min­istry in north­ern Cal­i­for­nia to see who had a pick­up truck or an SUV or even a tow-capa­ble van.

No one. None of the staff and none of their stu­dents have any­thing suit­able.

This is in marked con­trast to my years of min­istry in Spring­field, MO. Find­ing tow vehi­cles was easy. Lim­it­ing myself to female acquain­tances alone I could have drummed up a truck in under five min­utes. But in this eco­topia no one seems to own any­thing sig­nif­i­cant­ly larg­er than a chip­munk.

At this point, I should men­tion that I’m still sick and unable to think as clear­ly as I would like. And the “this point” that I’m ref­er­enc­ing is Christ­mas day.

That’s right–I’m call­ing peo­ple on Christ­mas day to find a hauler. “Mer­ry Christ­mas! Do you have a truck I can bor­row?”

Alas, there were to be no tow-capa­ble Christ­mas gifts for me.

On the day after Christ­mas we decide we have no choice but to rent an exor­bi­tant­ly priced and uncom­fort­able mov­ing truck (we attempt­ed to rent a pick­up truck first, but no com­pa­ny was will­ing to rent us a pick­up to haul a trailer–I guess tow­ing is con­sid­ered a Bad Thing).

Now in order to rent a truck you need a dri­ver. I thought I had one lined up, but he did­n’t work out. I then thought I had a cou­ple lined up, but they did­n’t work out. I thought I had anoth­er guy lined up but he was head­ing to Tahoe to spend time with his fam­i­ly pri­or to con­fer­ence. I final­ly called my ace in the hole and he was dri­ving to Tahoe to spend time with his fiancee pri­ot to con­fer­ence.

What can I say? Tahoe is pop­u­lar.

To make things even more tumul­tuous, the kind­ly Mr. Devoll is in the midst of mov­ing and has left a cru­cial piece of sound equip­ment at his old place in Napa.

It is now Sun­day Decem­ber 26th and Paula and I are fly­ing out at 10:00am tomor­row. We need to get this tak­en care of pron­to.

To our hor­ror, we learn that all the rental places close at noon on Sun­day. Even if we find a dri­ver we’re hosed–we’ll be on a plane before we get a chance to rent a vehi­cle.

It’s around 1:00PM Sun­day after­noon, the equip­ment has to leave tomor­row, parts are still in Napa, we have no dri­ver, and we have no truck.

And then the mag­ic hap­pened.

Tahoe boy (with fiancee) is pass­ing right next to Napa on his way to Tahoe. So he and his fiancee dri­ve to Napa and rum­mage through Jef­f’s garage look­ing for a 24-chan­nel mix­er and a box of micro­phones and cables. I coach them through the process by look­ing at a Microsoft Word sketch of Jef­f’s house marked the like­ly loca­tion of the equip­ment which he sent me in the wee hours of the morn­ing. It takes a while but they final­ly find it.

And then we dis­cov­er that our sound guy (the $4,500 sound sys­tem guy) is going to be dri­ving a truck full of music instru­ments down to San Diego in a rental truck any­way and is hap­py to bring our sound sys­tem as well.

And then we dis­cov­er that the sound guy is going to be hang­ing out that night across the street from the Tahoe cou­ple who have the extra sound equip­ment, so the hand­off will be easy.

And that’s the way it always hap­pens. Every­thing goes nuts and then every­thing works out. To wrench 2 Corinthi­ans 4:8–9 from its con­text:

We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; per­plexed, but not in despair; per­se­cut­ed, but not aban­doned; struck down, but not destroyed.

Relieved, Paula and I turn to prepar­ing for our trip tomor­row morn­ing and dis­cov­er that we mis­booked our tick­ets and are leav­ing at 9pm instead of 9am, which mess­es up sev­er­al parts of our sched­ule down south.

Aargh!

To add insult to injury, I’m get­ting a promi­nent facial pim­ple in the first time in for­ev­er. That’s right–take anoth­er look at the pho­to on th e top right. See the blem­ish next to my nose?

Also, I’ve spent much time on my cell phone today that if cell phones real­ly do cause can­cer I’ll be grow­ing a blue rib­bon tumor out of my ear by tomor­row morn­ing.

At least I’m not sick any­more.

But things will work out–the mag­ic will hap­pen and the con­fer­ence will be a smash­ing suc­cess.

In fact, it’s a gen­er­al­ly accept­ed prin­ci­ple that the more hec­tic the pre-con­fer­ence brouha­ha is the bet­ter the con­fer­ence winds up being.

Based on our sound sys­tem prob­lems alone we’re expect­ing either glob­al revival to break out or the rap­ture to occur. We’re not sure which one, but be ready just in case either comes to pass next week.

Christmas Pictures of Dana Are Up

Some All of our Christ­mas pic­tures of Dana are up (the ones from my Dad’s cam­era). We’ll upload some more pic­tures lat­er today from our own cam­era.

Dana real­ly seemed to enjoy her first Christ­mas. She did­n’t under­stand any­thing, of course, but she does actu­al­ly enjoy play­ing with her gifts quite a bit.

I per­son­al­ly thought it was sil­ly to buy her toys on the the­o­ry that she’d be just as hap­py with the box­es and wrap­ping paper. Turns out I was very much mis­tak­en, and I’m quite glad to be. Watch­ing her play is FUN.

Merry Christmas!

Christ­mas Eve draws to a close and I can hear rein­deer in the dis­tance, so I’m sign­ing off for the night.

In those days a decree went out from Emper­or Augus­tus that all the world should be reg­is­tered. This was the first reg­is­tra­tion and was tak­en while Quirinius was gov­er­nor of Syr­ia. All went to their own towns to be reg­is­tered. Joseph also went from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to the city of David called Beth­le­hem, because he was descend­ed from the house and fam­i­ly of David. He went to be reg­is­tered with Mary, to whom he was engaged and who was expect­ing a child. While they were there, the time came for her to deliv­er her child. And she gave birth to her first­born son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.

In that region there were shep­herds liv­ing in the fields, keep­ing watch over their flock by night. Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glo­ry of the Lord shone around them, and they were ter­ri­fied. But the angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid; for see—I am bring­ing you good news of great joy for all the peo­ple: to you is born this day in the city of David a Sav­ior, who is the Mes­si­ah, the Lord. This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger.’ And sud­den­ly there was with the angel a mul­ti­tude of the heav­en­ly host, prais­ing God and say­ing, ‘Glo­ry to God in the high­est heav­en, and on earth peace among those whom he favors!’ When the angels had left them and gone into heav­en, the shep­herds said to one anoth­er, ‘Let us go now to Beth­le­hem and see this thing that has tak­en place, which the Lord has made known to us.’ So they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the child lying in the manger. When they saw this, they made known what had been told them about this child; and all who heard it were amazed at what the shep­herds told them. But Mary trea­sured all these words and pon­dered them in her heart. The shep­herds returned, glo­ri­fy­ing and prais­ing God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.

Luke 2, NRSV

Mer­ry CHRIST­mas. Enjoy the rest of your break–Paula and I look for­ward to see­ing you all when Win­ter Quar­ter kicks back off! Don’t for­get to pray for us at Win­ter Con­fer­ence.

Merry Christmas!

It’s Christ­mas Eve and I’m off to bed, so have a mer­ry Christ­mas. The well-known words of Isaac Watts express my sen­ti­ments best:

Joy to the world! the Lord is come:
let earth receive her King;
let every heart pre­pare him room,
and heav­en and nature sing,
and heav­en and nature sing,
and heav­en, and heav­en and nature sing.

Joy to the world! the Sav­ior reigns;
let us our songs employ,
while fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
repeat the sound­ing joy,
repeat the sound­ing joy,
repeat, repeat the sound­ing joy.

No more let sins and sor­rows grow,
nor thorns infest the ground;
he comes to make his bless­ings flow
far as the curse is found,
far as the curse is found,
far as, far as the curse is found.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
and makes the nations prove
the glo­ries of his right­eous­ness,
and won­ders of his love,
and won­ders of his love,
and won­ders, won­ders of his love.

Now I’m off to have visions of sug­arplums dance in my head.

The Greek New Testament Online

I just ran across a most remark­able online Bible study tool: the Greek New Tes­ta­ment brows­er. If you ever want to do some seri­ous study this site will be pret­ty help­ful. I can’t say enough good things about this site’s ele­gant inter­face and sol­id con­tent.

Hat tip to the two excel­lent blogs who brought it to my atten­tion: the New Tes­ta­ment Gate­way and the Bible Soft­ware Review.

On A Cool Tangent

Yes it is our anniver­ary (as well as Jayne Zick­afoose’s birth­day), yet I still find time to blog. I’m such a roman­tic.

I just noticed that a friend of ours, Earl Creps (UPDATE: Earl also has a blog: RSS feed here), has been nom­i­nat­ed to host one of the cohort groups at the Emer­gent con­ven­tion in San Diego.

Although they mis­spelled his name.

Any­way, I just thought that was cool.

And to stave off any mar­i­tal-coun­sel­ing com­ments, Paula and I have been hav­ing a per­fect­ly won­der­ful anniver­sary and are in the process of get­ting ready for an evening out.

Prepared To Party

Hear ye, hear ye: today is Glen & Paula’s 8th wed­ding anniver­sary.

That will be all. Move along.