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Beauty (excerpt)
Judging
from
the
scientists
I
know,
including
Eva
and
Ruth,
and
those
I
’
ve
read
about, you
can
’
t pursue the laws of
nature very long without bumping into beauty.
“
I
don
’
t
know
if
it
’
s
the
same
beauty
you
see
in
the
sunset,
”
a
friend
tells
me,
“
but it feels the
same.
”
This friend is a
physicist, who has spent a long career
deciphering what must be happening in
the interior of stars. He recalls for me this
thrill
on
grasping
for
the
first
time
Dirac
’
s
equations
describing
quantum
mechanics,
or those of Einstein describing
relativity.
“
They
’
re so
beautiful,
”
he
says,
”
you
can
see
immediately
they
have
to
be
true.
Or
at
least
on
the
way
toward
truth.
”
I ask him what makes a theory
beautiful, and he replies,
“
Simplicity, symmetry,
elegance, and
power.
”
Why nature should conform
to theories we find beautiful is far from obvious.
The most incomprehensible thing about
the universe, as Einstein said, is that
it
’
s
comprehensible.
How
unlikely,
that
a
short
—
lived
biped
on
a
two--bit
planet
should
be
able
to
gauge
the
speed
of
light,
lay
bare
the
structure
of
an
atom,
or
calculate
the
gravitational
tug
of
a
black
hole.
We
’
re
a
long
way
from
understanding
everything,
but
we
do
understand
a
great
deal
about
how
nature
behaves.
Generation
after
generation, we puzzle
out formulas, test them, and find, to an
astonishing degree,
that nature agrees.
An architect draws designs on flimsy paper, and
her buildings
stand up through
earthquakes. We launch a satellite into orbit and
use it to bounce
messages from
continent to continent. The machine on which I
write these words
embodies
hundreds
of
insights
into
the
workings
of
the
material
world,
insights
that
are
confirmed by every burst of letters on the screen,
and I stare at that screen
through
lenses
that
obey
the
laws
of
optics
first
worked
out
in
detail
by
Issac
Newton.
By
discerning
patterns
in
the
universe,
Newton
believed,
he
was
tracing
the
hand
of God. Scientists in our day have
largely abandoned the notion of a Creator as an
unnecessary hypothesis, or at least an
untestable one. While they share
Newton
’
s
faith
that the universe is ruled everywhere by a
coherent set of rules, they cannot
say,
as scientists, how these particular rules came to
govern things. You can do
science
without
believing
in
a
divine
Legislator,
but
not
without
believing
in
laws.
I spent my teenage years scrambling up
the mountain of mathematics. Midway up
the
slope,
I
staggered
to
a
halt,
gasping
in
the
rarefied
air,
well
before
I
reached
the
heights
where
the
equations
of
Einstein
and
Dirac
would
have
made
sense.
Nowadays
I add, subtract,
multiply, and do long division when no calculator
is handy, and I
can do algebra and
geometry and even trigonometry in a pinch, but
that is about all
that
I
’
ve kept from the language
of numbers. Still, I remember glimpsing patterns
in mathematics that seemed as bold and
beautiful as a skyful of stars.
I
’
m
never
more
aware
of
the
limitations
of
language
than
when
I
try
to
describe
beauty.
Language
can
create
its
own
loveliness,
of
course,
but
it
cannot
deliver
to
us
the
radiance
we
apprehend
in
the
world,
any
more
than
a
photograph
can
capture
the
stunning
swiftness
of
a
hawk
or
the
withering
power
of
a
supernova.
Eva
’
s wedding
album holds only a faint glimmer of the wedding
itself. All that pictures
or words can
do is gesture beyond themselves toward the
fleeting glory that stirs
our hearts.
So I keep gesturing.
“
All nature is
meant to make us think of
paradise,
”
Thomas Merton
observed.
Because the Creation puts on
a nonstop show, beauty is free and inexhaustible,
but
we
need
training
in
order
to
perceive
more
than
the
most
obvious
kinds.
Even
15
billion
years or so after the Big Bang, echoes
of that event still linger in the form of
background radiation, only a few
degrees above absolute zero. Just so, I believe,
the
experience
of
beauty
is
an
echo
of
the
order
and
power
that
permeate
the
universe.
To measure
background radiation, we need subtle instruments;
to measure beauty, we
need alert
intelligence and our five keen senses.
Anyone with eyes can take
delight in a face or a flower. You need training,
however,
to
perceive
the
beauty
in
mathematics
or
physics
or
chess,
in
the
architecture
of
a
tree,
the
design
of
a
bird
’
s
wing,
or
the
shiver
of
breath
through
a
flute.
For
most
of
human
history,
the
training
has
come
from
elders
who
taught
the
young how to pay attention. By paying
attention, we learn to savor all sorts of
patterns,
from
quantum
mechanics
to
patchwork
quilts.
This
predilection
brings
with
it
a
clear
evolutionary
advantage,
for
the
ability
to
recognize
patterns
helped
our
ancestors
to
select
mates,
find
food,
avoid
predators.
But
the
same
advantage
would
apply
to
all
species,
and
yet
we
alone
compose
symphonies
and
crossword
puzzles,
carve
stone into statues,
map time and space.
Have we merely carried our animal need
for shrewd perceptions to an absurd
extreme?
Or
have
we
stumbled
onto
a
deep
congruence
between
the
structure
of
our
minds
and the structure of
the universe?
I am persuaded the latter is true. I am convinced
there
’
s more to beauty than
biology, more than cultural convention.
It flows around and through us in such
abundance,
and
in
such
myriad
forms,
as
to
exceed
by
a
wide
margin
any
mere
evolutionary need.
Which is not to say that beauty has nothing to do
with survival:
I think it has
everything to do with survival. Beauty feeds us
from the same source
that created us.
It reminds us of the shaping power that reaches
through the flower
stem and through our
own hands. It restores our faith in the generosity
of nature.
By giving us a taste of the
kinship between our own small minds and the great
Mind
of
the
Cosmos,
beauty
reassures
us
that
we
are
exactly
and
wonderfully
made
for
life
on this glorious planet, in this
magnificent universe. I find in that affinity a
profound source
of meaning and
hope. A universe so prodigal of beauty may
actually need us to notice and respond,
may need our sharp eyes and brimming hearts
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