Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Monday, January 10, 2022

American exceptionalism explained

 American exceptionalism.

This is not anti-American propaganda. I write based on facts. Fact 1: America is a global trouble-maker who wages wars against regimes it considers to be a threat against its industrial-military complex. Fact 2: America preaches but it does not do or act as it preaches. It wants you to follow its admonitions but it claims "exception" to its own rules. Eg. For centuries, America decimated her native Indian population and marginalised their language and culture into so-called "reservations" where the natives are confined for generations until only recently. But America preaches hatred against China, Russia, Iran, any country that it deems to be a potential threat or rival against its global hegemony. Fact 3: America preaches "freedom" of speech but hunts down its own whistleblowers as in the case of Julian Assange under the pretext of "National Security". How does this make America any different from other despotic regimes who use national security or "national interests" as a shroud to cover its misdeeds?  Fact 4: Ameirca is in decline and it knows it is in decline interminably so it tries to find ways and means to denigrate and destroy its perceived rival, namely China. America doesn't even pretend to care for the welfare of the poor and marginalised worldwide, what it does do is to hand out crumbs to needy nations and attempt regime-change through the CIA and its dirty war operatives. Fact 5: America has LONG AGO LOST its moral authority to lead the world therefore it is not fit to pretend to continue to lead the world. It cannot even manage its own massive homelesness, drugs, gun culture, social decay problems so how can it lead anyone? A former classmate of mine showed me a link to a PBS video denigrating China for its alleged human rights abuses. Fine. But what about America's own human rights abuses? What is good for the goose is clearly not good for the gander. Hypocrites.   


Wednesday, January 5, 2022

Hear us Roar?

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. 


Yes it is 06 January today and we are fast into the new year with some predicting a global runaway inflation and economic mayhem this evil 2022 the year of our Lord. It sure looks pretty gloomy with prices of most essentials and foodstuffs rising globally amid unresolved supply chain bottlenecks. Meanwhile, the government of Ismail Sabri has had to contend with floods and missing ministers who took year end leave only to be summoned home to help Malaysians suffering from the floods. The government's response has been to give handouts again though thankfully the EPF is left alone this time. Once GE 15 is called and it has to be called by June 2023, the government which is expected to win hands-down will likely turn its attention to reviving the economy and its revenue base so what better way to collect more monies than to re-introduce the Goods and Services Tax (GST)? After all, our neighbour downsouth is revising upwards their GST rate from 7% to 9% soon since it is mid-term for the singapore govt and therefore there is no better time to raise taxes than now. I am thinking that post GE 15, GST in the region of 4-5% for Malaysia will be the case for us. Alrighty then, bring it on, 2022.    

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Sex lies and videotape

Malaysians, it seems, never tire of the sexual peccadilloes of our politicians. The latest sleaze allegation comes from PKR's (the People's Justice Party's) Haziq Aziz, a hitherto obscure senior private secretary to the deputy Primary Industries Minister Shamsul Iskandar Mohd Akin. Haziq posted on facebook what sounded like a statutory declaration admitting to be the actor in a video of Haziq bedding down with an individual who is widely perceived to be no less than the Economic Affairs Minister himself, Dato' Seri Azmin Ali. The video, it seems, was recorded without Haziq's permission and has since gone viral but now Haziq says that he is willing to brief journalists and he further urged the Malaysian anti-corruption commission to investigate Azmin Ali.

I have a few issues with this.

Firstly, if the video footage was indeed taken without his (Haziq's) permission, shouldn't he (Haziq) be outraged and immediately lodge a police report against the perpetrators of this heinous invasion of his privacy under the Personal Data Protection Act?

Second, wouldn't the police be more interested to apprehend the culprits behind the viral video for propagating obscenity/pornography under the Film Censorship Act rather than pry into the private lives of individuals?

Third, why would Haziq jump to the conclusion that elements of corruption are actually at play here? If there are 2 consenting adults, a formal charge for "having carnal intercourse against the order of nature" under the Penal Code comes into mind, but what is there that reeks of corruption or the abuse of official position unless Haziq comes forth to say that he was sodomised against his free will?
But if not, wouldn't Haziq be an accomplice himself and hence be liable to be charged for the archaic offence of sodomy?

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Losing Papa

It's something like this. Like Joni Mitchell's 'Big Yellow Taxi' song, "...you never know what you've got till it's gone...".
We have lost our family head, guide and mentor last Tuesday, 24th July 2018. Sometimes i recall snippets of memories from the past with papa. When i was little he used to drive our old morris minor up to batu berendam to visit grandad and the car radio played stevie wonder's "You are the sunshine of my life" as i lay on the car looking at the fluffy clouds above, imagining cowboys and indians hiding behind them. And as granddad's house was situated right in front of the jelutong cemetary we would hear ghost stories as we played in the rubber plantation where we could still find wild tortoises and catch cat fish by hand. This was back in the 70s and it was gloriously fun and organic. Grandpa left us in the 80s and now papa has also gone. The feeling of emptiness is obvious, but in my case and papa's, we were especially close genetically as i was almost his mirror image and he liked what i liked, disliked what i disliked and we understood each other without having to explain.
It's almost like losing my own twin brother. But at the very least, papa has joined mum within a space of 10 months from her passing on and if there is such a thing as the after life, they would surely have reunited as a couple and are cherishing each other now as kindred spirits as they did in real life. Rest in peace, papa. I miss you lots.

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Mum

when i was down
you picked me up
when i was up
you celebrated with me
when i was mad
you tried to understand why
when i was weak
you comforted me
when i suffered
you protected me
i love you Mum
i miss you Mum
nothing compares to you Mum
please forgive me for taking you for granted
i could cry me a river but you will never come back to me now
only my empty hands when it's too late
to realise that
i could never love you as much as you have loved me

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Pride and Prejudice

It is difficult to overcome ancient prejudices in matters of race and culture but if one makes a conscious effort to disassociate one's mind from overly simplistic generalizations and avoid giving in to that temptation (because thinking is hard), it is rather doable. As philosophers ponder on whether laziness or fear is the biggest obstacle to human progress, in this alley at least, i believe intellectual laziness is the cause and effect of our innate prejudices. But wait, how about one's past bad experiences that reinforce one's prejudices against a certain race/culture? If say, a Chinese Landlord had a tough time with his defaulting Malay tenant or a Malay customer gets cheated by a Chinese towkay selling counterfeit goods/gets overcharged or an Indian man drunk on alcohol physically abuses his spouse/partner, do any of these experiences justify and should they reinforce our ever lurking prejudices and preconceptions? The answer is NO. 
One must always remain vigilant and alert but especially with focus on the INDIVIDUAL and not to give in to easily stereotype an individual belonging to a certain race to a group of misbehaving miscreants based on the color of their skin or their cultural association. 
In Malaysia we still have some ways to go before we graduate from merely tolerating each other into open arm acceptance and embrace of our racial and cultural differences. Some of us are already there but the rest of us still have some catching up to do. But if the truth matters to you, that little effort in objective thinking is well worth the sacrifice.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Politicus Minimis

When No Politics is Good Politics

I've always believed that in life politics is inevitable. Like Bernie Sanders, one needs to get into politics so as to steer life clear of its ugliest excesses. However, i also believe that too much politics is bad in any given situation. Our country has been embroiled in endless politics for what seems like forever. From the Perak state government ouster to the stripping of titles of the incumbent Terengganu Menteri Besar, the casual observer can be forgiven to feel an overwhelming sense of nausea at the direction that this country is spinning towards. Instead of a sleeves-up and let's-get-down-to-work attitude, our people seem to favour indulging more and more in political play mostly of the petty and egregious type. I admit, politics cannot be avoided. But surely it can be moved away from always hogging the limelight? We have more important work to be done. Our educational system is still stuck in limbo, our system of checks and balances have mostly given way to a system of governance under the thumb of the executive branch of government, our judiciary appear trepidatious and afraid to stand its ground on matters of Principal. Granted that this country is still peaceful at least, we can count our lucky stars for that. But as Shakespeare's Julius Caesar co-conspirator Cassius said, "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars But in ourselves, that we are underlings".   

Friday, February 5, 2016

Book Review: "The Chinese Dilemma" by Ye Lin-Sheng

I'm about 12 years late to review this book which was first printed in Feb 2004. I had seen its title and my initial reaction was: "Oh no, not another Dilemma book." And so i didn't give it a second glance back then. But having just finished all 197 pages of it, I can say that Malaysian Chinese businessman Ye Lin-Sheng has done an admirable job of summarising the concerns and common grouses of the Malaysian Chinese and non-Malays especially in regards to the New Economic Policy (NEP) and its 1990 successor the National Development Policy (NDP) or the Affirmative Action program of the Malaysian Government. From its inception to implementation and the public reception and the mainly (according to Ye) positive results through all these years. Ye who grew up in a rural environment with Malay neighbours and friends and has worked in the civil service during the colonial era, struck a conciliatory tone with the merits of such government policies. He lays out the pros and cons of affirmative action policies in Malaysia, compares it with American experiences, lists the Malaysian Chinese' largely lukewarm reception to it, its social and economic impact, the nett effect on outwards migration of the Malaysian Chinese and whether it truly is as bad as it is made out to seem. 
He ends the book on a positive note with this piece of advice: "Make it work or lose it all here". 

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

No Glue for Unity and yet...

I went for Tun Dr M's speech during the recent world international peace day open forum organized by the Malacca Bar. He said something interesting. Speaking on the topic of unity, Tun said that there is no "glue" holding Malaysians of different races and religion together and yet somehow we have managed to get along peacefully without any major incidents for the past 58 years except for the May 13 tragedy which happened 46 years ago. How was this possible? That we are thrown into this land whether or not we like each other but for the sake of making a good life we sacrifice certain wishes so that we can get along with each other? Tun remarked that in Malaysia, perhaps it was not such a bad thing that everyone is dissatisfied for not being able to get their way 100% of the time but if this was the price to pay for peace and relative harmony, then it is a sacrifice well worth the price. Let's hope that the next 58 years will draw us closer and not further apart. 

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Seasons

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose..."


I'm not a theist so i have left out the last part "...under heaven" because i don't believe in a theist heaven anymore. But what i do believe is there is a time and a place for everything. A time to live, a time to rejoice, a time to love, a time to weep, and a time even for death. The time for our incumbent Prime Minister now isn't death literally, but time overdue for him to resign. Please please please, letak jawatan before the office of prime minister becomes a hollow shell echoing only the eerie sounds of your hired sycophants. You do not want to be remembered as a tyrant, you do not want to besmirch the memory of your father our second prime minister. If you truly love Malaysia, quit now.   

Friday, July 24, 2015

Oh Najib, remorse repent resign retire reflect

Events of the last year or so have culminated in the suspension of TheEdge Daily and The Edge weekly papers today, arguably the last bastion of what's left of Malaysia's formerly free press. There are of course opposition-based publications and perhaps The Sun newspaper, but the night is now darkest before the breaking dawn, as the saying goes. 

I'll not mince words. Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak has lost the confidence of the majority of Malaysians and he must resign immediately. 

He is unable to answer the various allegations leveled against him, he is evasive, he has kept silent in the face of serious questions posed on the moral and legal legitimacy of his premiership and he has shown time and time again that he is morally intellectually politically and legally unfit to be our prime minister. 

Whatever coercive actions being taken by his morally-challenged administration to perpetuate its grip on power cannot whitewash his shortcomings, indeed they amplify it all the more. If Parliament is unable to move a motion of no confidence because of the party whip that is in force, then it is incumbent on us the rakyat to keep pushing until he does sign his letter of resignation. The judiciary, the press, the legislative branch, the police, the PAC, the MACC, all the organs of government are under the powerful sway of the executive office and they are unable to discharge their duties effectively nor do as  they are mandated to do by law. Rule of law has degenerated into rule by law. All our institutions have become emasculated and they are scarce able to safeguard the constitution, let alone the rights of the rakyat. Whistle blowers are being persecuted while the well-connected elites continue with their abusive rule unscathed, unafraid, disrespectful of the true objects of the law.  

But i am optimistic even in these dark times. I believe in the light at the end of the tunnel. And i believe with a passion that we are witnessing the dying throes of a hopelessly corrupt regime ensnared in its own trap. We will prevail and we will have a brighter future.

Long Live Malaysia. Long Live Freedom. Power to the People. Hidup Rakyat Malaysia!


Wednesday, April 30, 2014

life and death

5 days ago, my world got turned upside down when my boss and partner died suddenly without a hint of warning to us all. One day he was in office and making phone calls as usual to lunch with his business associates and the next he was gone. Now we as his partners have to take care of his estate and the continuity of the partnership and firm. We have had to set aside personal sentiments and notions of loyalty and seek legal advice ourselves as to the legal implications of his untimely death, especially what now we, as his surviving partners, are to do. The problem is that my late partner's son is not a lawyer which rather complicates things. We cannot let him assume the reins of the practice and step into his father's shoes because of this, as much as we may personally feel obliged to do so. The assets capital and Good Will of the firm belongs to the estate of my late partner and it is up to us now as the surviving partners whether to buy over the Good Will of the firm to continue the practice in the same name and style as before or to dissolve the partnership and call it a day. Me and my 2 other partners have come up with an initial sum of RM20,000 each to keep things running but we cannot personally pick up the daily expenses of the firm indefinitely. As such, a meeting with the family of my deceased partner and the representatives of the state bar has been arranged over the next few days so that we could iron out the various issues we have to deal with on an urgent basis. 

I pray that God grants my late partner rest in heaven and mercy for his soul and divine guidance for us in managing his affairs and our partnership.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Bad

You never know who someone really is until you have walked a mile in their shoes. There was a bank officer who was a close acquaintance of my mum and he used to come over to our house to transact banking business with my mum. That is, until 2 days ago when he disappeared with another client's monies - over RM7 million in fixed deposits that were never deposited into the client's account. It is sad when these kind of things happen. It doesn't just reflect badly on him but it also shows how deeply flawed our culture can be. What we see on the surface as a kind, helpful, humble and hard-working intelligent young man of 27 years old has suddenly been replaced by the image of a con-artist. It was all just for show. His mannerisms didn't betray what he was planning to do all along. Everybody was fooled. He told my mum: "when i was small, my mother used to beat me the most of all her children because i was so naughty". Ominous words indeed. The amount of faith that our society places on money and getting money is such that a young man is willing to abandon all that he is familiar with and destroy his reputation and good name just to get money. False humility. false virtues. Is this what we want? Can we do better? Can we not emphasise so much on money but more on character and depth of character, qualities that no amount of money can ever buy or replace? Sadly, it doesn't look too bright for our young people. And i blame us for what has happened as much on that young man who has run away from family, life, and his future prospects for the sake of money.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Shhhhhh! we're trying to watch the movie!

While watching "A Simple Life" with my wife at a local cineplex, i was talking to my wife and asking her questions about the movie which was in Cantonese. My wife explained to me what certain cantonese phrases meant and as she did so, i heard a "SHHHHHHHHHH!" loudly from the couple seated to our left. I hadn't realized that we were speaking loudly but that seemed to be the case with the couple. After a while, the couple moved a few rows in front (the cinema was lightly seated) but not before the man complained loudly: "it's as if they bought the whole cinema!" After that i only spoke to my wife in hushed tones and kept all my replies to her in minimalist-fashion like. But we were exonerated of our crimes as another group of movie-goers to the right of us spoke just as loud and sometimes you could hear their cellphones ringing too. I noticed that when the movie ended and the lights were on, the complaining couple walked off very quickly. Maybe they were disgusted with us or they were fearful of further conflict?

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Asking the Big Questions

IT will be metaphysics - that place where science and religions truly meet - that gives us the big answers, writes biologist Colin Tudge. (pic)

The present view of life, or at least the view that informs the policies of the most powerful governments, is hard-nosed, no-nonsense, stripped to the bone - and rooted in science. All of which would be fine, and just what the world needs, if only the politicians, bankers and corporate bosses who run the world really understood what science is, and what it isn't; what it can do and what it cannot.

The version of science that prevails and, alas, is often encouraged by the scientists themselves in the interests of making a living is crude in the extreme. And then, in turn, this crude and ultra-materialist science is co-opted to the cause of an even cruder economic dogma known as neo-liberalism, which is rooted in the idea that human beings are made most happy by material goods, and that progress means more stuff.

The piles of money thus generated are used in part to support more of the same kind of science, and so it goes on, round and round, in a positive feedback loop. As the merry-go-round continues, the world falls apart and humanity grows more desperate; the poor obviously so, the rich looking over their shoulders.

But science doesn't have to be like this. When science first began in the Middle Ages, and through the 17th century when it began to come into its own, it was conceived as an exercise in metaphysics; an aspect of scientific discourse that has, over these past few hundred years, gone missing.

As Seyyed Hossein Nasr, Professor of Islamic Studies at The George Washington University, Washington DC, observes, the loss of metaphysics from the western psyche "is most directly responsible for our modern predicament".

Because science, stripped of its metaphysical context, has encouraged us to treat other people, our fellow creatures, and even the Earth itself, with what amounts to contempt. And it has caused us to horribly overreach.

In his now almost 15-year old TV  documentary Man and Nature, Professor Nasr summarised beautifully what metaphysics actually is: "the science of the Real, of the origin and end of things, of the Absolute and, in its light, the relative". And crucially: "It can only be obtained through intellectual intuition and not simply through ratiocination. It thus differs from philosophy as it is usually understood".

Metaphysics does not necessarily or exclusively belong to religion, but in practice it seems to: and the great founders of modern Western science - Newton, Galileo, Descartes, Leibniz, Robert Boyle, John Ray (all Christians) - were deeply devout albeit in a huge variety of ways; and so too were their medieval predecessors, both Christian and Muslim. All these great thinkers saw their science in the same way that the composer J.S.Bach, some decades later, saw his music: all was for the glory of God.

The early scientists practised science so that they, and the world, could appreciate God's works more fully. For them, science was an act of worship. Certainly they thought that their science could be useful. Newton, for example, was financed for a time by the admiralty because astronomy, obviously, could improve navigation. But, even knowing that their science might have practical application, they surely would not have supposed as their modern successors have that they could understand the universe so exhaustively that they could take over the world. The scientists of old sought to work more harmoniously and fruitfully with Nature, which they took to mean with God. They did not presume to usurp.

So, what changed? A whole succession of events, is the answer. Firstly, in the 18th century, came the Enlightenment: the supreme age of rationalism. It began to seem to thinkers at that time that all facts could be known, and - guided by the inexorable logic of mathematics - that, simply by applying the power of reason, all could be understood. To be sure, the greatest thinkers of the 18th century, including David Hume and Immanuel Kant, warned that rationality itself, and indeed the human mind, has its limits.

There is a limit, of course, to what we can understand, and there are flaws in the methods by which we seek that understanding. However, the message that emerged from the Enlightenment was quite the opposite. Omniscience, it seemed, was within our close grasp, and rationality - straight thinking: empirical observation and math - would be the way to achieve it. Thus theology, and religion in general, began to seem embarrassingly old-fashioned.

And as the 18th century rationalist zeal continued, the 19th century brought a lot more change in  similar vein. The late 18th and early 19th centuries saw the rise of modern earth sciences and, in particular, of modern palaeontology, both of which threw serious doubts on the bible's Creation story in Genesis: suggesting, at the very least, that this account, if taken literally, was hard to square with the now known facts on the ground.

Charles Darwin's theory of evolution by means of natural selection has often been blamed for the loss of faith in the 19th century, but the truth is that this trend was gathering momentum well before he published On the Origin of Species in 1859. Indeed, the theme ran right through 19th-century literature and philosophy, from Dostoyevsky to George Eliot and Thomas Hardy.

The 19th century also brought the rise and rise of big-time engineering, from the bridges of Isambard Kingdom Brunel to the steam locomotive and the towering skyscrapers of Chicago, and by the end of that century, the rise, too, of industrial chemistry. It began to seem, to many, that humanity really could and would finally control the world - that God really was now redundant.

Finally, towards the end of the 19th century came the rise of positivism: basically, the belief that we could understand everything we needed to understand and that was possible to understand, and that we could achieve this simply by observation; by reasoning and maths - in other words, by science. Science, it was fondly supposed back then, provided certainty and would prove its assertions.

In the early 20th century, the logical positivists went further, insisting that any assertion that could not be proved was literal nonsense. Since they accepted the assumption that science could prove its theories, and nothing else could, they believed this meant science alone should be taken seriously. Metaphysics, though, does not ask questions of a kind that can be answered with certainty, and with proofs; and so it was that metaphysics went right out the window and right out of people's heads.

The behaviourists, too, contrived to explain the psychology of animals and of human beings as simply a series of reflexes. Physicists and biologists alike provided more and more detailed knowledge of the workings of the universe, down to and including the structure and modus operandi of DNA.

By the 1970s, we had "genetic engineering" - the transfer of DNA between different individuals that could be of quite different species - and so it to seem that we human beings really could control life itself, even create brand-new life forms to order.

GMOs - genetically modified organisms, notably in the form of GM crops such as maize and soya - began being presented as "the saviours" of the world, as if we would all starve without them (this being a key theme of The Future of Food and Farming, the latest report by Professor Sir John Beddington, the British government's chief scientific adviser).

But the 20th century also, for those who cared to listen, sowed huge seeds of doubt. The physicists showed that the universe is innately unpredictable. The fundamental particles of which it is composed behave randomly to a significant extent.

And so even if we could really understand the universe (which we cannot), we could never with any accuracy predict its behaviour. Science philosopher Sir Karl Popper pointed out that in reality science does not prove anything beyond all doubt. At best, it can simply disprove what is impossible. All its theories are provisional.

Kurt Godel, the Austrian logician, mathematician and philosopher, showed us that all mathematical statements that are not simply matters of definition (as in 2 + 2 = 4) contain some component that itself cannot be proved, which means they, too, to some extent are all arbitrary and that math is not the great unequivocal arbiter of truth that it was once taken to be.

Specifically, the late 20th century naturalists and psychologists showed that the psychology of animals cannot sensibly be described in behaviourist terms - essentially as a string of reflexes: in particular, Frans de Waal, the Dutch primatologist, is now writing of the politics of animals, and the empathy that exists between them.  And that the once simple thinking behind genetic engineering - the notion that if we fiddle with DNA we can turn out new organisms in order - is now known to be extraordinarily naive, because the relationship between individual genes and the form and behaviour of the whole animal or plant is far from simple.

The British biologist Sir Peter Medawar summarised this pretty well when he pointed out that science is nothing more or less than "the art of the soluble". That is, scientists address only those questions they think they have a reasonable chance of answering. And they appear to provide such certain answers only because they take such care to tailor the questions.

In the end, science, like all human understanding, is just narrative: a story that we tell ourselves. What we call "truth" in science is just the story that we happen to find the most convincing. Clearly, the notion that science can make us omniscience is nonsense. The greater and even more dangerous idea that we might achieve omnipotence is an even bigger nonsense.

So, what do we do now?

We need to acknowledge that the past 300 years, from the Enlightenment onwards, has largely been a diversion. Perhaps this was necessary - to show us the limits of rationality, which includes the limits of science. But now it should be obvious that this particular party is well and truly over. We need to return to an earlier position. We need to reinstate the concept of metaphysics.

Metaphysics asks the very biggest questions, including questions of values, which scientists are so careful not to address because they are not "soluble" by the methods of science.

Rational thinking is of course vital to serious inquiry, but it is not sufficient. If we don't want to limit our understanding to what we can see and measure and stub our toes on, we have to employ ways of thinking that are not, strictly, those of ratiocination. In practice, this means we must cultivate our intuitions.

Intuition is a broad-brush term, like "mind", and "consciousness", but it's none the worse for that. It means, broadly, what we feel in our bones to be true. Thus, intuition includes everything from our reflex fear of heights to our more specific fears of spiders or snakes, and includes our intuitive feeling that there is more to the universe than meets the eye: an intuitive feel, that is, for transcendence.

Specifically, the idea of transcendence is that the universe isn't just "stuff", with spaces in between. The universe itself is mindful. THe elusive term "spirituality" means just this: a feeling of being directly in touch with the mind of the universe. It isn't simply a hormone-induced dreaminess occasioned by sunsets and Schubert, but truly a feeling for transcendence.

Intuition and, specifically, the intuitive feeling for transcendence - for a reality behind what can be directly seen and measured - is, as i see it, the raw material of religion. Religion is not blind intuition, but the general feeling for transcendence which becomes embedded in a grand, all-embracing narrative. The task of religion is to cultivate intuition.

In theology, intuition and ratiocination are in perpetual dialogue, each testing and drawing on the strengths of the other. In Christianity we can see this in the New Testament with Thomas, the disciple who expressed his doubts because what he was asked to believe seemed to offend his reason. Faith is what we achieve when we decide, rationally, to trust our intuition.

Scientists themselves of course rely on their intuition, as all of us must. The history of science is littered with stories of scientists who suddenly see, in a flash - not quite out of the blue but more or less - what is the case. My own favourite example is that of the Nobel Prize winning cytogeneticist Barbara McClintock, who, sitting under a tree (trees seem good for intuition) suddenly perceived that genes may move around within the genome - the beginnings of the "jumping gene". She said it took her half a second to realise this and 3 hours to explain it to her colleagues. In this she was one up on Einstein who said that he perceived relativity in a flash and then spent the rest of his life explaining it.

Scientists must use their intuition, too, to tell them what is true. The math alone doesn't reveal the truth. It merely suggests possibilities. Most famously, the theoretical physicist and Nobel Prizewinner Paul Dirac said he judged the truth of an equation by its beauty. As Keats put the matter, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty...that is all ye need to know". Indeed, the greatest scientists, like the greatest poets, are the most intuitive.

Science, properly conceived - including its limitations - is wonderful. I love it. I have spent my life on it. But it should be seen as Newton and Ray saw it: not as a means to take the world by the neck and bend it to our will, but as the means by which to admire the world and everything in it as fully as we are able.

Science in its standard form is just an exercise in applied materialism: the world and our fellow creatures are reduced to a resource, to be turned into commodities, to be sold for money.

Anyone who prevents us from doing this - who stands in the way of "progress" - is conceived as the enemy, and pushed aside, with the help of more science. The whole process is vile.

Religion is also conceived as the enemy, and indeed the people who stand in our materialist path are often dismissed as religious fanatics. Unfortunately, there are religious fanatics who respond by dismissing all science. The resulting spat makes for good television if you like that sort of thing, and it engages some of the world's best-paid "intellectuals", but it is nonsense nonetheless and unworthy of us all.

In truth, when science and religion are properly conceived, we can see that they belong together. They are not merely equal-but-separate. Religions properly conceived attempt to provide a complete narrative, a complete account of the world, and so should embrace the more limited agenda of science.

When science is embedded within its religious matrix the two together are the stuff of metaphysics, seeking to understand what the world is really like and where we belong within it, and what, therefore, our attitude should be towards it.

We might appropriately end with a quote from Einstein: "Science without religion is lame; religion without science is blind."

(Source: Resurgence magazine, Sept/Oct 2011)

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

have fun will travel

i enjoy taking a trip out of sleepy hollow, out of the country, every once in a while. It really helps me to get a true perspective on life and not succumb to the gold-fish-bowl syndrome. Many a times i have thought to myself how "bad" things are but really after seeing and talking to people elsewhere, you come to the conclusion that life where you are and what you face daily isn 't really that bad after all. People, places elsewhere have got it bad, but not so yourself. Not really. People work longer hours, face all sorts of problems at work and in life, have their own personal tragedies to deal with and still have to turn up at the office each day and do whatever distasteful things that their bosses command them to do. And if you thought that the government was bad, well, it could certainly be better but it's not the pits neither. I'm travelling again over the next few days and i take this opportunity to soak in the sights and open my eyes and my mind to possibilities and get out of this mentality of self-doubt and self-pity.  The world's about to enter into recession again (unless something miraculous happens in Europe) and it's a good time to looksy around at what's happening outside the tanahair. Even more intriguing is travelling with my 2-year old daughter in tow. She's going out of malaysia/singapore and flying on a plane for the first time in her life and this will also be an opportunity for her to soak in the sights and smells of life outside of home.  

Sunday, October 23, 2011

finding happiness in life

In the words of George Bernard Shaw:-

"This is the true joy in life - that being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one. That being a force of nature, instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as i live it is my privilege to do for it whatever i can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die. For the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no brief candle to me. It's a sort of splendid torch which I've got to hold up for the moment and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations."

Friday, August 12, 2011

the Viet Cong picture

There is something strangely comforting about this photo which is supposed to shock and repulse ordinary folks but in my mind i've been in some situations when i feel like that viet cong and this photo captures the essence of such moments.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Ye Olde Bicycles

While moving stuff out of my grandma's old house which we sold recently, my dad's two old Ah Pek bicycles came into focus. They were a pair of man's and lady's bicycles, the man bike having a horizontal bar across from the seat to the handlebars while the lady's one was slightly smaller without the horizontal bar (hence, lady. geddit?) They had been rusting away for years, tyres flattened and my dad insisted to have them restored back to working order so yours truly grumpily did the honours. I took them first to the local bike smith, a man whose name i didn't know but whose face i knew since when i was a wee teeny bopper riding a chopper bike. Both the olde bikes were locked and we had lost the keys so the bike smith said he'd have to break or dismantle the locks. After seeking a second opinion and being told by a nearby young locksmith that there was nothing that he could do to open the locks, i brought the bikes back to the bike smith for him to do his job.
That's the green man bike. Anyway, the bike smith was all smiles and he proceeded to work on the female bike first. While i walked off to attend to another business, he took out the wheels and refitted new inner tubes and tyres.

The lady bike also had a basket upfront which would be useful when dad decided to go out hunting for free mangoes around our neighbourhood. I remember riding these "Ah Pek" bikes when i was teeny bopper and younger, they were some funny times.
Once i rode them without brakes and almost collided into a bunch of school kids after school was over. I went like: "Hoooyyyyyyyyy!!!!"


And these babies weigh a tonne too. Ah the good old days when primary commodities were still cheap and plentiful! The bike smith seemed to relish restoring these old babies and he even asked me if i wanted to sell them, especially the green man's bike. I told him no, cos my dad, over 70s he may be, but he wants to ride them. So the uncle worked steadily on them without as much as breaking into a sweat. He worked seamlessly and with great experience, feeling the little nuts and screws with his nimble fingers, oiling the gears and pedals, checking the brakes and using ordinary items like just an ordinary piece of wood to bend and fit things back into shape. When he heard a cranky noise, he'd bang and bend until the noise was no more.
Now, i have known this uncle for over 25 years, and if he was a mature man back then, surely he must be into his 60s now, at least. I was pretty impressed with uncle. To him, it was more a labour of love and less for profit as this was something that he enjoyed doing.
Almost before i knew it, within 40 mins he had put the lady's bike back to working order. I will come back again tomorrow to collect the green man bike but for today at least, dad gets to ride the old grey lady.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Day trip to the Indonesian Embassy, Kuala Lumpur to renew maid's passport

I took a day off work today to drive my Indonesian maid up to Kuala Lumpur to renew her passport at the Indonesian Embassy along Jalan Tun Razak. Her passport validity period had less than a year left to her work permit, so we had to renew it before local immigration authorities will renew her work permit in Malaysia. We arrived at around 9.15am and the sheer number of peoples already there was staggering. Thousands had arrived and long queues had already formed for application forms, taking a number (ours was number 2123) and the photo session. It had been around 3 years since my last visit to the Indonesian Embassy and the procedure this time was different. They didn't allow outside photos anymore - you had to get your maid to queue up to have her photo taken by the Embassy which will be used for her passport application. It was pretty hectic and after some querying fellow-queuers i managed to find out what was to be done. Apart from photocopies of the employer's IC, maid passport and her work permit, they also wanted insurance coverage for your maid and a contract of employment. The insurance you could easily purchase for cash just outside the Embassy gates from one of the many agents and touts selling their services at RM85-00 only for a 26-month policy from Great Eastern insurance company. They would immediately issue you with the insurance proposal form and an official receipt - you have to photocopy the proposal form for the passport application and keep the original copy yourself. The contract of employment is a standard document prepared by the Embassy which is given to you along with your maid's passport application forms. (By the way, i tried calling the Embassy before my trip but no one picked up the telephone for my matter). The contract of employment you fill up, sign (as employer) and date it the same day that you are at the embassy to renew your maid's passport. The rest is just waiting waiting and waiting for your number to be called inside the embassy's air-conditioned office which was filled to the brim with people, people and more people. The passport costs only RM18, which came as a pleasant surprise. During previous years they had charged RM150, then a few years ago it came down to RM50 and now it's just RM18. And photocopying charges inside the embassy is free-of-charge though you have to queue up for it. The staff were courteous and helpful, so apart from the waiting time which i spent alternatively between reading newspapers and staring at the numbers on the electronic counter in front, all in it was a pleasant transaction. At the end of day, around 5.30pm, we finally got our passport in the waiting area (non air-conditioned) outside. They had issued my maid a 5-year passport (i verbally requested for 5 years specifically) with 24 pages. Previously they only issued 3-year passports. Well, there's progress. Now, if only the Indonesians could also do something about the haze...