Missing

Too often I have seen the structures of knowledge fail for lack of contemplation. I watch the teeming masses of termite science students building Babel through unjudging hypothesis or the prejudice that results from having an hypothesis.

How can one require an hypothesis before one knows anything? To even form an hypothesis is to say what one wishes a thing to be or not be. The formation of a traditional scientific hypothesis requires that one divides the world, whether one ought to or not, into two worlds - one in which the hypothesis is rejected and one in which it meanders on for lack of disproof.

How can one build a house of data-bricks lacking plan or framework? And yet, one needs to know the 'houseness' of things - either by apprehension of some Platonic archetype (or architect?) or by reference to desired function (a house must shelter, first of all - and after that, it shelters people) - before a house can be planned or built.

And that is why the core of all things is the Logos. Not logic, that tiny lackey of the tunnel-visioned; not the word, that halting or intemperate rebel of the tongue; but structure, as if from the mind of God - meaning in its infinite but succinct and beautiful perfection of variety. It is in the Logos that we live and move and have our being; all else must join the queue of lesser priorities and peripheral angels.