Noah, Newton and Mystic Maths: Extremely Complicated Truth and Simplicity

Worcestershire Pilgrimage

Still with the Noah stories, it’s interesting to read how similar flood stories occur in other religious texts – the symbolism of washing the world clean is something one can imagine is an ancient thing. The Mesopotamian Epic of Gilgamesh is one of the most ancient stories to be recorded and contains a legend very close to the Noah story (2500BC). I’ve only peeked into Wikipedia so far (or I’ll never get this bible finished!), so apologies, but there are some 20 or so versions cited on there alone. (I know one should never trust Wikipedia etc, but it’s always a very good place to start!)

Noah and the flood is important in Islam, I find during my sketchy research. Good old WP says: “Only the lowest in the community join Noah in believing in Allah’s message (11:29), and Noah’s narrative further describes him preaching both in private and public…

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The Pale Blue Dot

13 years after the launch of Voyager now about 4 billion miles away from Earth. Astronomers at NASA ask Voyager to turn around and take one last photo before it left our Solar System.

Now the panoramic composite of 60 images with 640,000 pixels per image, each pixel took 5.5 hours to transmit, each image took months to make it back to Earth and this is what Voyager produced.


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Four years after the picture was made public a famous astronomer Dr. Carl Sagan said on October 13, 1994, and this is what he said.

We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.

The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity — in all this vastness — there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It’s been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.