Consciousness, Free Will And Values

Consciousness, Free Will and Values

 

 

“One of the great unresolved paradoxes of science

involves consciousness, free will and values, three

long-standing thorns in the hide of science. Materialist

science couldn’t cope with any of them, even in

principle. It’s not just that they’re difficult. They’re in

direct conflict with basic models. Science has had

to renounce them—to deny their existence or to say

that they are beyond the domain of science. For most

of us, of course, they are among the most important

things in life.”                                       Roger Sperry

 

To the extent that we are conscious

We become the largest and most distant

And the smallest and most intimate non-stuff there is.

In other words,

To be aware, to be conscious

Is perhaps to liken ourselves with the farthest and the nearest.

With the earliest—and we must assume the last.

 

There are two directions of astonishment.  Above arches the immensity of the heavens; and if the thickness of a sheet of paper were to equal the 93 million miles between the earth and the sun then the distance to the edge of the known universe would be a stack of papers 31 million miles high.

And within there breathes the intricacy of the human body.  That in each of 100 trillion cells there are roughly 100,000 genes coiled on a molecule of DNA, which if uncoiled and unwound would stretch back and forth between the sun and earth 400 times.

 

In the biology of a cell

The boundary between life and non-life blurs.

Less “things” are just things than they used to be.

And at the bottom of it all

There will probably be

“Things” more like energy than matter.

More like time than space.

Just as matter becomes energy,

And just as space becomes time.

Light is formed.

Myriads of tiny photons of whirring light.

Light which is but a metaphor of human awareness.

Awareness, which is but another name

For the ultimate evolutionary expression of man.

At last reunited with his creator.

In the primordial and messianic light of consciousness.

 

Lawrence Kushner

 

Turtles, Teens, And Sasha The Potter: A cautioonary Tale

Turtles Teens and Sasha The Potter: A Cautionary Tale

 

“Opening clay is like opening up to others; you never know what you are going to find, either in you or them.” Sasha.

 

As the clay turned obediently in Sasha’s firm and knowing grip, his mind was spinning tales involving prose, poems and metaphors of the biological world.  This is one of the stories that emerged along with one of his beautiful clay creations.

 

When interstate 95 was completed in Florida it greatly improved the efficiency of north and southbound traffic.  It also became a Poster Board example of man’s potentially deadly impact on Nature.  It involves the critically calibrated instinctive response of sea turtles.  I don’t know if research has shown whether females, laying eggs in the sand, have any control of the time of hatching or not.  It is true, however, that hatchlings that hatch in daylight hours face a much greater natural risk from predatory birds than those that hatch in the dark.  That was “before” man intervened and involves a form of bioluminescence known as phosphorescence.

Ocean phosphorescence, commonly seen at night, occurs when sea water is disturbed by waves, ships or animals.  It is largely due to dinoflagellates that occur ubiquitously in the ocean in the form of plankton..  They respond to mechanical stimulation, when the water is disturbed, by emitting brief bright light. Light emission may be seen in the wake of a large ship for some 20 miles.  About 20% of marine species are bioluminescent and many are photosynthetic.

Turtles that hatch during the daylight have little difficulty heading for the surf and freedom from aerial predators.  Those that hatch at night, however, can not see.  They have been instinctively equipped with the ability to hold their heads up and rotate their bodies 360 degrees.  They are looking for the faint, thin phosphorescent-blue line that naturally, and safely, guides them to the water.  In certain areas along I-95, however, the bright lights of passing cars and trucks outshines the weaker phosphorescent light and attract hatchlings by the thousands to their death on the freeway.

Although this is a horrible story about man’s disruptive power over the turtles, it is also a cautionary metaphor of what is happening to many teenagers in the U.S. and around the world.  They are “growing up” at a younger and younger age and not genetically or behaviorally equipped to resist the blinding lights that society has created for them.

I wept quietly as Sasha told this story.  My mind raced to John Muir and I hoped that he was correct when he suggested that kids growing up in Nature’s workshops would grow up strong and healthy.

After all, Christie and I were not only involved with hundreds of Biodesigners, we had four kids of our own who we hoped would grow up strong and healthy.  We now have 9 grandchildren who will eventually have to run the gauntlet through the teen years on their way to becoming healthy, happy adults.

 

Flower Power

Flower Power

 

The weight of a petal has changed the face of the world and made it ours.  Loren Eiseley.

 

The “Hippies” or “Flower Children” had legitimate concerns about the spiritually corrupting influence of material worship.  “Wheels,” for them, were often a cheap form of transportation.  They could also be, however, a sarcastic visual counter-culture protest against what they perceived as the ludicrous practice of equating a man’s worth with the price of the car he owned.   They were heavily into Carnival, not so much into Work or Prayer.  They exulted in the aphorism; “Free drugs—Free sex and Free rock and roll”.  Many experienced the horror of their parent’s divorce and vowed to avoid the trap by not getting married.

Unfortunately, as Auden pointed out, the over-emphasis of Carnival, at the expense of Work and Prayer, proved to be disastrous.

The motto of the age was; If I do my thing and you do thing everything will be cool.”  Poet Walter Tubbs wrote a rejoinder

 

If I just do my thing and you do yours
We stand in danger of losing each other and ourselves.
I am not in this world to live up to your expectations;
but I am in this world to confirm you
as a unique human being,
And to be confirmed by you.

We are fully ourselves only in relation to each other;
The “I” detached from a “Thou” disintegrates.
I do not find you by Chance;
I find you by an active life of reaching out.

Rather than passively letting things happen to me,
I can act intentionally to make them happen.

I must begin with myself, true;
but I must not end with myself;
the truth begins with two.

St. Helena High School had about 500 students which meant that most of them knew each other.  With all the rumors, misinformation, even distortions, it was a wonder that anyone signed up for the Biodesign Class.  I had many labels; “Father Young,” “frustrated preacher,” pseudo-philosopher, nut-case, Guru, happy hugger and some unmentionables.  The problem was understandable.  Although the kids belonged to a class, the Biodesign experience was ultimately a personal journey with no two experiences the same. It was always a mystery as to what students would “reach out” and grab what I hoped would be a shiny brass ring on the carousel of life.

Sadly, I have met with dozens of ex-Biodesigners who searched (unsuccessfully) for a college or university class that would have extended their wilderness education.

Even worse, I have met with students (now adults) who have lamented that they know that they are “missing something,” but have no clue as to where to “find it.”  I doubt the efficacy of advice in the self-discovery process regarding the art (or science) of personhood, however, I can confidently assert that using Auden’s triad of, Work, Prayer and Carnival, as an educational model, transformed lives.  I know this because I experienced it, often on a daily basis.

Prayer, Work & Carnival

 

 

 

 

Prayer, Work & Carnival

 

 

Readers of BOFAW learned that I probably would not have included “Wayne,” were it not for a story about very mysterious “dancing frogs,” that appeared in Loern Eiseley’s, “The Star Thrower.”  The thoughtful, although challenging, introduction was written by poet laureate, W.H. Auden.

“A satisfactory human life, individually or collectively, is possible only if proper respect is paid to the worlds of Prayer, Work and Carnival.

Without Prayer and Work the Carnival laughter turns ugly, the comic obscenities grubby and pornographic.  Without Laughter and Work, Prayer turns Gnostic, cranky, Pharisaic. While those who try to live by work alone, without Laughter or Prayer, turn into insane lovers of power, tyrants who would attempt to enslave  Nature to their immediate desires—an attempt which can only end in utter catastrophe, shipwreck on the Isle of Sirens.”

Excerpt: BOFAW. Looking up at the mighty dome and recognizing that this was usually

a once-in-a-lifetime moment was a sobering experience. Someone

asked if we could pray. I responded that they were free to pray,

but because we were a public school we would not likely find a onesize-

fits-all prayer that pleased all and offended none.

Instead, I referred them to Shakespeare who wrote, “A prayer is

an idea that starts in the heart and passes through the mind on its way

to Heaven.” I didn’t expect that anyone would object to that kind of

prayer.

 

The “Prayer,” angle of Auden’s triad, although noted, was not always discussed.  When it was, we acknowledged the U.S. Constitution and the laws separating Church and State.  I usually noted that prayer was truly one of the great human mysteries, especially since it appears that man is the only animal on the planet that prays.

 

The “Work” angle got a lot more attention.  Early each year I mentioned that the class would involve a lot of physical, mental, and perhaps “spiritual” work.  The hikes up Half Dome and out of Grand Canyon were difficult.  Some of the reading material was rated at college level.  Preparing for each trip, camping with others, preparing food and cleaning up, all required work.  But, perhaps the hardest work of all was the mental discipline necessary to engage in difficult discussions that have caused wars and millions of people to die.  This often required personal growth which could be exhausting.

 

However, by far the most fun (and essential) aspect of the class involved Carnival.

Excerpt: BOFAW.

Many of the most sacred moments in Biodesign occurred through

laughter. Their laughter was of the highest order, showing no sign of

being grubby, pornographic, cruel, or mean-spirited. They laughed

easily and often, especially at the many intimately embarrassing moments

incurred while studying, traveling, and camping together. Their

laughter was contagious and healing.

 

Although each student may have experienced dreadful, painful, terrifying or embarrassing moments, the Carnival spirit often relieved tension, anxiety and potentially circle-destroying stress.  Every class had a clown and he/she did his/her best to diffuse difficult situations.  Classroom discussions were often riddled with laughter as students discovered new and exciting aspects of their personal “biology.”  On the trips, it was often like traveling with a tribe of monkeys.

The reflective papers that they presented to the class, often included riotous anecdotes.  The slide-shows that they created, balanced deep pathos with comedy that often left parents holding their sides with laughter.  The original skits that drama groups created at Grand Canyon left all of us rocking with belly-laughter.  The book could have survived without several of the less dynamic chapters, however, it would have been a tragically incomplete without chapter 26, “Soul Medicine.” In a huge irony, the first BOFAW manuscript was rejected by about 50 literary agents.  Although discouraged, I continued to rework some chapters and miraculously discovered, “Chip’s” story and “Soul Medicine.”  Both of them are among my very favorites.  After I retired, I went into a post-teaching funk and one of my greatest losses was the Carnival spirit that the students added to my life.

 

 

Biology Is A Mater of Life And Death

 

Aaron and Reiko both broached a subject that came up every year in the Biodesign Class.  No study of biology can go far without considering the “complementary yet opposite” dilemma of life and death.  Yosemite commonly raised student hopes, dreams and visions to a higher elevation.  Grand Canyon often evoked feelings of such immensity of time and change as to render one’s life miniscule, even insignificant. As Aaron mentioned, it forced him to deal with his own immortality.

Like all subjects, we approached the discussion of death openly, boldly, and as a part of the great circle of life.  John Muir implored: “Let the children walk with nature and they will see that death has no sting…all is divine harmony.”  We reviewed Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’ “5 stages” of approaching and accepting the reality of dying.  However, the most haunting, and problematic possibility of dying involved suicide.  The causes varied widely, and were unique to each individual, however there seemed to be a common bottom line.  I tried to gather as much information as I could on all topics, and was profoundly impressed by a newspaper article about a Christian organization called, “Campus Crusade for Christ.  I did not personally identify with some of their ideas, however, I was “blown away” by their dedication to saving lives.  The suicide rate is much higher in urban areas and they organized and manned, “Suicide Hot Lines 24/7.”  They advertised on radio, T.V., the yellow pages and on college campuses throughout the Country.  College and high school counselors became aware of and offered phone numbers to troubled teens and young adults.  But what impressed me most was the “triad” that they discovered.  Simply put, the risk of suicide was extreme when people found themselves in a position of: 1) No one to love (feeling that they were unlovable). 2) Nothing to hope for. 3) Nothing constructive to do.

There were critics who openly suggested that some of the Biodesign topics of discussion were dangerous and should be avoided.  One woman screamed on the phone at me for 45 minutes, claming that I destroyed her son’s faith. He was “scheduled” to be confirmed in the Catholic Church and he wanted more time to consider just what he was “confirming.” Another woman snarled at me for causing her son to pursue the ministry.  She had hopes that he would become a lawyer or engineer.  A local minister angrily attacked me as being, “unqualified” to be a spiritual leader of young people. I quickly agreed with him and said I had no intention of being a “spiritual leader.”  However, I asked him how many teens he had in his congregation.  He angrily snapped, “One! But that is none of your business.” Still, I wondered if I had given them too much freedom and whether some topics should be avoided.  Over the years, I consulted with school counselors and even local psychologists and “friendly” clerics.  They reminded me that the class was optional and students were free to drop if they felt the topics were too treacherous or unsettling.  Over and over, I returned to my main mentor.  If John Muir was correct, and one day in the wilderness was worth cartloads of books, was Mother Nature also not capable of healing and inspiring students?  Not only that, the students themselves seemed to intuitively be able to heal each other of many of the scars and bruises that life had dealt them.  Campus Crusade provided me with a great gift.  The Half Dome hike often created bonds of friendship, camaraderie (even love).  All three trips often provided a deep sense of inspiration and thus hope.  And finally, the whole experience provided the students with something, not only constructive to do, but perhaps helped them form a foundation to build their lives on.  Many of them have chosen to go into education, social work, medicine, the ministry, outdoor recreation and careers involving serving people.  The class was not Nirvana.  I am aware of several suicide attempts by Biodesigners, two of which were tragically successful.  I can only hope that the other 750 (or so) discovered a deeper meaning of the biological world and the importance of their place in it.

 

Reiko

Reiko

 

The dinner team had served a wonderful dinner of spaghetti, green salad, grilled garlic French-bread and “Decadent Brownies.”  Most of the students were down at the beach playing Frisbee, beach football or relaxing.  I went to my tent to retrieve my guitar, song books, and notes for the evening campfire meeting.  Reiko, an exchange student from Japan, was sitting quietly at the campfire.  Her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes were filled to overflowing with puddles of tears.  I sat beside her and asked if perhaps she was a bit homesick.  She replied, “No Mr. Young, it is not that.  This place, the places we go, the people we meet, too beautiful for words.  Makes me very very sad.  Japanese schools very bad; too much pressure; too much teenage suicide.  American schools much better.  Students able to learn without so much stress.  I wondered.  We were in the middle of the “A-P” boom and students were eager (or pushed by parents) to enroll in as many as possible.  I was conflicted.  The Biodesign Class was highly experiential and the academic pressure was diminished.  Still, there were disappointing times when students admitted that they could have done a better job on their post-trip reflective papers, were it not for the rigid and demanding A-P classes.  One girl student took three A-P classes, one course from the local community college, and entered college as a second-semester freshman.  She graduated in 3.5 years at the age of 21.  She returned for a visit after graduation and asked, “Mr. Young, why did I do that?  I have my whole life to work and I missed much of the fun and excitement of being in high school and college.  It’s too late for me, but you should warn other students that high school should be a time for exploring lots of options, including extra-curricular activities.” I didn’t bother to mention to her that I had already warned her to no avail.

Aaron

Aaron

Being a teenager is hard.  Growing up at Lake Berryessa and going to school in St. Helena sometimes seemed like looking through a window at another world that I was neither familiar with nor part of.  The daily life of someone that lived in St. Helena was so much different than mine that I often felt like an alien in another world.  In the winter of 1995, our Bio Design class took a trip to one of the 7 wonders of the world, The Grand Canyon.  At that time my life was in turmoil and I was being pulled in several directions, both physically and spiritually.  On our first morning in the Grand Canyon, I awoke before dawn and walked out to the side of the rim.  I sat and waited for the show to begin.  It didn’t take long and I saw the most amazing colors and shadows appear as the sun arose over The Canyon walls.  The colors were brilliant, and to this day are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Watching The Canyon light up is truly amazing.
At one point, I felt so mesmerized that I became overwhelmed.  Thoughts questioning my own mortality crept into my mind and the countless pressures that had been on my shoulders for the last few months seemed to be burying me.  Suddenly I realized I was standing on the edge of this natural wonder and I was considering jumping off.  It seemed, for a moment, like it would be so graceful and beautiful.  My body would be free, my mind at ease, and I would soar down in flight.  Then I heard the call of a bird and it snapped me back to reality.  I took a few steps back and thought about what might really happen.  My selfishness would certainly cost the Biodesign Class its future trips and probably the class itself.  I would ruin countless family vacations and my family would probably have never even known that I was as lost as I was.  I came to my senses and walked back to my hotel room to get ready for the days ahead.
It was on our hike out of The Canyon that another unforgettable event took place.  I was worried that I was going to be going too slow so I decided that I would try to get in front of the front 2/3 of the class and keep that pace.  When we stopped for lunch, I think it was at Indian Gardens, I only stopped for about 10 minutes before I began again.  I surprised myself by the pace that I was able to keep by simply focusing on the environment around me.  However, about a mile from the top, something very odd happened.  I hit a wall.  Not literally of course, but I was pooped out.  I literally lost all energy and, what was worse, I was completely 100% out of water.
I was in one of those long switch backs that would go on forever.  From what I remember, it seemed like I could see about 75 yards in each direction on the trail.  I sat down on the side of the trail and thought I would wait for one of our group to come along and maybe bum a little water.  Ten or fifteen minutes went buy and I didn’t see anyone. I really began to feel a sense of urgency and I got worried.  I felt awful and I began to wonder if I were going to make it out of The Canyon.  I began thinking of what transpired the first morning and was scared.  Suddenly, a man appeared next to me.  I say appeared because I could see a great distance up and down the trail and I never saw him coming.  He immediately asked me if I would like some water and I eagerly said yes.  I remember him handing me a large bottle of water.  I saw condensation on the outside, like a bottle would have if it were inside of an ice-filled cooler.  I immediately began drinking, and probably drank about half of the bottle.  I looked up to thank the man and he was gone!  There was literally no one there!  I was so shocked I looked back into my hand to make sure I was really holding a bottle of water.  I was!  That’s when I realized that the bottle of water was so cold, and had condensation on it.  I looked up and down the trail and there was no one in sight.  I looked over the edge and there was nobody in sight either.
I started walking again, debating whether or not to tell the class about it.  I’m fairly certain I decided not to.  I remember when I finally came out of The Canyon; Christie was standing there waiting for us.  I paused briefly and considered telling her, but decided not to.  16 years later, both events are still fresh in my mind.  I know it sounds crazy, but I really think I saw an Angel that day.  That Angel watched over me as I stood on the side of the rim, and then he delivered a bottle of water to me when I needed it.  It was a life-changing event, one that has had an impact on every day that followed.

New Addition: Mark

MarkI recently completed the first (and only) revision of Biodesign Out For a Walk. A dozen errors – give or take – were corrected. Geoff Martin (’92) identified
several paragraphs that “needed more scaffolding,” including the ending.

During the whole process of editing, I sadly realized that I neglected crediting Mark Salvestrin for his amazing support. The lunar eclipse photo that Mark shot and Chris Fowler posted on the BOFAW Facebook page made my omission apparent. There was a perfect place for “Mark” in chapter 24.

If you have already purchased the book, you can read “Mark” here.  New readers can purchase the revised edition of Biodesign Out For a Walk on Amazon and Outskirts Press.

Publisher’s notebook: Ex-teacher mixes nature with grace

Half Dome mistThe St. Helena Star is the weekly newspaper for, well, you guessed it – St. Helena, California.  I was extremely honored when Doug Ernst, the Publisher/Editor, decided not only to read Biodesign Out For A Walk, but to publish a review.  And did I mention I was nervous that he was going to publish a review?  But it turns out I had nothing to fear.  Doug wrote a beautiful review that tells me he “got it.”

He “got” what the Biodesign class was about, and more importantly, he “got” that the book is less about me and more about the 700+ teenagers who had the courage to embark on a physical, mental and spiritual journey while studying advanced biology in high school.  If you want to see for yourself, follow this link to read Doug’s review.  Thanks, Doug!

Welcome!

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