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This week, as once before, I offer you something personal. We scientists are also capable of irrational thought or whimsy, poetical excesses and why not mysticism? And sometimes such irrational thought, or irrational processes, can point a path to the real and concrete. Kekulé dreamed of monkeys and realised that benzene was best represented as a ring molecule. From that derived much of the strength of organic chemistry. Kekulé is not the only dreamer...

 

Decency can travel well.

or:

Scientists can be mystics too

I woke up in the middle of the night not so long ago with a sensation of incredible grief and loss, stunning and crushing in its power and immediacy. As I lifted my head from the pillow into haunted wakefulness the sensation of a troubled dream did not dissipate as such sensations usually do. Rather it became more substantial with the return of awareness. I opened my eyes to see my home about me, totally normal, but inside I was troubled. What was this pain I was feeling - why was my soul so deeply gouged? More than a dream, this was almost a memory, an actuality, an ongoing event affecting all mankind, all thinking kind. Moreover, it was not a selfish dream, or thought, it was as though I had become party to and a conduit for, an outpouring of sentiment from all time and all of mankind. How could this be true, for true it felt? How could the lives of many, all awareness, pass through one brain and so trouble me?

 

The subject was transportation to new lives elsewhere and the sadness of separation and distance. I was upset, no I felt the upset, lived the upset, of those brave individuals colonising new worlds, be they the new colonies of America or some distant planet. The first months and years of settlement involve irrevocable separation from family and friends, all the symbols and landmarks that make home. I experienced not just the personal loss of a young person who says a final goodbye to his still healthy and loving parents, but the loss of a million young men and women, the tears and heartbreak of a universe full of caring souls. My heart was truly shriven.

 

Even in the sixteenth century, America was but a boat ride away, several months at most. But suppose we colonise some distant planet orbiting a distant star; what will such colonists experience? For such person even familiar life forms will be left behind. There will be no continuity. And although the Earth has now shrunk enormously, that continuity is important, for there is still a real sense of finality - for most people - in accepting a job in another country, perhaps half way around the world. It is easy to say that Tokyo is now only 14 hours from London, but all our history, our culture, underlines the enormity of that distance. How much more enormous would be the sundering involved in a journey to Mars, or to that star with a habitable planet. Is it possible that somewhere near us, someone from far away, another world, is watching us? Perhaps by some accident of nature I happened to "tune in" to his or her anguish and share that pain.

 

Will the "wild west" idiom of conquest, competition and violence recur, on such journeyings? Perhaps - only to disappear when once more stable family units and an infrastructure have been put in place. Or are we now as a race more mature, more able to live with each other and whatever else this universe might hold up for our attention? Could we now better face the sadness? If I felt the sadness of those from other worlds, other evolutions of intelligence in this shared universe, my dream spoke to hope, for those who share such common feelings - must love.

 

How was it that I felt this enormous wave of distress, far more than one heart should take? I awoke, but that sadness was there, quite real and not at all illusory. I could rationalise, say this was but a dream, but the sentiment stayed and in the awakening grew not weaker but stronger. Being awake gave me access to my mind and conscious reflection. Part of me was still surprised that this sentiment was so strong, why, why and why again was I possessed of this waking dream?

 

From sadness I moved to thought, reflection and eventually, a realisation that there was a continuum, even for those, who one day separate themselves, even from the hold of planet Earth. Perhaps others have made that break from their own "Earth" or whatever passes for cradle of life and thought and above all - humanity. The continuum is in shared humanity and that sharing of culture, origins, ancestors, history and life itself. The sentiment of oneness filled me, fills me even now much later. I felt an identity with all of humanity that had ever lived. I was at one with every child which grieved for a parent lost over some far horizon. I was at one, truly shared life, with the strangest intelligence in the strangest corner of the universe, for surely - no not surely, I know, we share this. From there, on further, to understanding the separation of death. As long as we hold to certain values and ideals, we carry humanity encapsulated within us. Just as a braid of hair, or a photograph, can encapsulate the memory of a loved one.

 

Decency can travel well.

 

Within me was a growing sense of identity with mankind, but more too, with all life on Earth and ultimately with every rock, drop of water or dust mote that has ever been. In early conquests of New Worlds, continuity was, is and will be important. In the wild western frontier of America such continuity had been interrupted, leaving individuals high and dry, with no point of reference - save perhaps the misdeed of likewise lost souls. Perhaps quite simply, many of the colonists were criminals, not simply starving children transported for stealing a loaf of bread, but true villains. Do such villains exist but among us, or have all peoples of intelligence been plagued by this virus of bad?

 

Thinking on, I realised that decent people, both simple folk and thinkers, preserve that decency - that quintessence of humanity - no matter how far they travel, no matter where they live. Adhering to certain ways of thinking creates a bond, a union, even when thousands of miles, or even light years might separate an individual and the society that gave him his values. Are such values absolute, are they universal? Will all sentience experience this? My feeling was not just for man, but for separation in the abstract. I now know that we all share - something. Sentience is common to many and we grow to love. To love. Is love only for higher minds, or is it part of life which sparks even in the less enlightened, the path to sentience and on to intelligence. A kitten misses its mother in a new home. A distracted mother cat searches for days for a lost kitten. Do all those who share or who aspire to mind share also this? Do others also share this bond of sadness, this common experience of sentience?

 

Can we see a sort of sociological parallel to the contiguity of influence that addresses atomic particles, or photons, or all existence with a shared quantum identity? As with the particles of a Bose-Einstein condensate, is there some quantum continuity of intellect that overcomes distance and time to address the oneness, not just of human spirit, but of all life on Earth, all life everywhere and indeed all of existence. Einstein thought hard about this in physical terms, but even he would be surprised to know that a sliver of his predictions encapsulated in the famous Einstein-Rosen-Podolsky equations has been realised. He was uncomfortable with quantum theory, although it provided the vehicle to take his ideas forward. Transmission of data from one place to another over great distances relative to the quantum world has been shown not to break the quantum identity of particles sharing a quantum state.

 

Can we extrapolate this to the still-mystery which is the human soul, the mind which resides within the human skull or whatever other form shelters such mind? Mind still (for now) resists all the attentions of biologists like me. It hangs on to mystery and refuses to be reduced to equations and pat formulae or metabolic pathways. Mind is special.

 

And through thought, that most human of blessings, my sadness slowly was giving way to joy, as I realised that in the universe's giving birth, in that moment when the big bang gave rise to everything - we too were conceived. Intelligence, love and true sentience were writ large in the promise of the earliest moments of creation. Perhaps such sentience was even the trigger for creation, imposing upon the universe a need to express that highest form of "I am" - being. Nothing could separate the common origin of the most energetic photon, the most boring iron atom or the most exotic particle imaginable. All of this shares an original oneness which irrevocably binds us. All spiritual life, all material existence, all thinking-kind is one. So although each component seems to behave with will and to escape predetermination, there is still some common thread of experience.

 

Everything is at one in the origins of all. We may cheat even death, for although that physical coil is shrugged off, the oneness that pervades all life, the awareness of self and others, perpetrates the dead, and in that quantum spreading might even offer hope of some residual individuality. Just as a hologram captures in each bit of its substance all of what is depicted, so humanity catches in its unity every soul who has ever been a part of that humanity. Just as with holograms, the more you have of a hologram, the better is the quality of information contained. The more a human shares with society, the more his imprint is made upon it. I was moved to wonder if perhaps some structure in cells might harbour some common quantum state. With surprise I realised that I was describing to myself a physical manifestation of the religious soul, which personally I had always denied as unnecessary.

 

I want to move further afield, I cannot accept that we, here on Earth, or "they" somewhere just somewhere, cannot share. We are in any case, representations of that common beginning, that primeval atom which gave us both, gave us all, life. Can we draw upon this common origin to find strength, even if we have not yet been formally introduced. "Are you there? I feel you and I love you - please love me back."

 

Sleep or thought even of sleep was chased far away. Perhaps this was by way of being a reply. Simple joy was now giving way to a sort of euphoria. I had indeed touched upon a common thread and was feeling this boundless power, this fundamental truth coursing through my soul like some dynamised blood through my veins. My heart was pounding with the import of this revelation. If this concept of a quantum continuity, this existential Bose-Einstein condensate of soul could be real, perhaps the far-flung imaginations of those who talk of telepathy and shared experience - and yes, even souls - might have something. Perhaps even now I was feeling this. Was this sensation willed upon me, or was it me making the effort to listen to that which is there, free for all of us to hear, if we would? Perhaps as human beings we can share some real-time experience of being part of all of humanity and by extension all sentience. Apparently, if not really alone in flesh we form a gestalt of mind.

 

Certainly in that original crushing wave of sadness I felt, for a moment, I was bearing the burden of sadness of all mankind. Somehow I had become the conduit for expression of a wave of feeling which involved all mankind in history and in the future. Was perhaps all sentience involved, the very universe itself, in this?

 

By this time my sensation had transcended joy to the status of almost divine revelation, although I am not what you would call a classic subject for such! Within the rigid scientific framework of my training and value systems, a troubled dream had come to point to a way of thinking that offered me a path to a sort of personal salvation of mind. Dawn came to light my thoughts and separate dream from day, but the revelation remained.

 

Decency can indeed travel well.

 

 

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