Wednesday, 13 May 2015

Kevin Pietersen: Another droppod catch by the ECB

So Kevin Pietersen has not been selected for the English Cricket Test team after scoring 356 not out.
 
What a missed opportunity - and it looks like another ECB decisions from the twilight zone of Losersville.
 
KP is one of the most devastating upper middle order batsmen in the world, an area of current (or is that perennial) weakness in the English test team, the superb Joe Root aside. KP would have applied some steely determination, arrogant swagger and never say die defiance to the otherwise buttery vertebrae that currently constitute the curved spine of the unsettled English test team ahead of one of the most important summers of test cricket. For the Ashes are upon us, and that grail was poached by the enemy down under a few years ago.
 
The Ashes start in July. For England and Australia, winning this competition is the holy grail of test cricket. Forget about world test rankings, or other test series, or the commercialised banality of overhyped limited overs slog-fest yawns. The real, if unwritten, mission statement for English ( and Australian) test cricket is "Win the Ashes". Win it at all costs - everything else is secondary.  Like no other player, KP is noticeably salivating at the chance of getting to grips with the Aussie bowlers and scoring big centuries against them. But no matter.
 
However, England's new director of cricket, Andrew Strauss, says there is no trust between KP and the England and Wales Cricket Board and therefore no place in the test team for him. I could be wrong of course, but I don't think any members of that venerable board will actually be out there on the hot pitch, facing the bouncing wrath of Shane  Watson and trying to win the Ashes. So who cares if they don't like each other. This gob-smacking decision appears to go slashing, with cross-bat precision, across the only recent undertakings given to KP about getting back his test place if he reverted to  playing country cricket once more, accompanied with all that "hail fellow, well met" back slapping talk of slates being wiped clean and fresh starts. Adding insult to injury, in some tragi-farce act of bumbling management incoherence, KP was then offered an alternative option of advising England on one day cricket instead. Huh? Trusted to advise the team but not play in it!? With nuanced aplomb, Strauss manages to mix absurdity and contradiction without any sense of irony. But, no matter.
 
Well, so much for picking your best team to win. If we had crushed the West Indies instead of meekly settling for the pointless irrelevance of a drawn series; if we were regularly scoring 400 plus per innings or our bowlers terrifying opposition batting orders, then perhaps there would not be such an obvious need for KP.  If there was a burning zeal to take on and vanquish the Aussies, as opposed to an "oh no, here we go again" trepidation, perhaps the team would not need the OTT self confident and self belief KP brings. Yes, he often comes across as a rather weirdly obnoxious individual with both feet in his mouth at the same time, but that's the price, for he is also a giant bowler-killing, match winner with that "I refuse to lose" arrogance that rubs off on those about him (after all who can forget the sight of him dancing down the pitch to that pie-chucker Glen McGrath and swatting one of his mediocre lobs into outer space). And if it's not about winning against the Aussies, then it's not about anything ( there are no Cups for losing with dignity or for trying your best, or sticking to some ossified set of Victorian sporting principles). If you don't win, then in so far as sporting history is concerned, you may as well have not existed.
 
At least the Aussies will be pleased with Strauss' decision.

Thursday, 7 May 2015

Dead Ends: The empty promise at the heart of modern faith


For countless people of faith, the primary promise of their religion is that, in some form or other and following a brief life here on earth, they are to be rewarded with eternal life in heaven or some variation thereof.  No other promise has so powerfully captivated the thoughts of modern Homo Sapiens and endured with such resilience across long millennia. To many people, that heaven exists is a fundamental certainty as clear as is the one that every Monday follows a Sunday or that Antarctica is a real place. Furthermore, to persuade them that this might not be the case, is about as challenging as trying to convince them that one of those following statements is likewise a fiction too.
 
I am not one of these people. I consider Heaven to be both a philosophical and practical impossibility. I find it inconceivable that such a place, be it physical or non physical, could exist. It is the dead end of rational, sensible thought to consider it both possible and probable that each human's individual consciousness or "soul" (and what point is a soul without awareness of self) is going to maintain an awareness of itself for all time. This applies whether God is factored into that existence or not. Forget even the science for a moment, and just think about it; it's simply a conceptual nonsense.
 
Consider, how in times of great grief, when we have lost a loved one and are at our emotionally weakest, we are plied with phrases and terms that, although seemingly embedded in our culture, serve to perpetuate this grand illusion. With comforting words we are encouraged to imagine the recently deceased having being gathered to the arms of the Lord or that they have been called for by the Saviour and now wait for us to soon join them in the everlasting.  In truth words such as these are almost definitely no more than whimsy; a collection of meaningless, if lyrically composed words strung together and sugar coated into shallow prose; a palliative to dull reality. Conceptually, by seeking to link each individual's consciousness and therefore self awareness to an endless endurance beyond death, we are perpetuating the greatest of all humanity's delusions, namely, that we are immortal. What is clear, is that we do not understand the concepts tripping so loosely off our tongues.
 
If we consider the science of big numbers, then we can begin to appreciate just why the popular concepts of eternity in heaven and immortality are such philosophical non starters. Take the number 10 to the power of 80. That's  a "1" with 80 zeros after it. This is the estimated number of fundamental particles in the known universe, including sub atomic ones like Quarks and Leptons. The name for this number is “One Hundred Quinquavigintillion”
 
This is a vast number, but it has a name and can be written out although not comprehended. It is at least finite. Yet, it is many many times greater than the number of sand grains on every beach and in every desert on our planet and any and every other planet in the universe. Yet, not even this almost "numberless" number can begin to get even remotely near to describing the length of time that the chosen and the so called saved are to spend in heaven with their saviours. Our universe will, over the course of trillions of future years, have expanded out into ultimate emptiness, every star, even those yet to be born, will long since have burnt out and even the most vast of galactic scale black holes withered away into dark silence. Yet, even this near measureless span of time is no more than a rapid eye blink in what we fondly term as eternity. Despite this, many still believe that  the spark of our individual self awareness, our consciousness, is going to endure along with and beyond all of this. We are deluding ourselves.
 
Eternity is an 8 letter word, yet it seeks to engage our minds within the terms of a concept  that is incomprehensible. Perhaps because it is a word around which we can get our tongues and commit to writing; that in the normal course of our lives we work into our daily routines (after all , who has not felt that waiting for a delayed train on a dark rainy platform can feel like an eternity), that we have become comfortable with it and familiar too. We all know what familiarity breeds so perhaps it would have been better had eternity been spelt as a jumble of incoherent letters so that we could not use it in our conversations and every time we saw that incoherent jumble, we would know it as symbolic of the undefinable and that not measurable with any number. Almost certainly, we are not going to spend eternity there.
 
Yet, we speak of and imagine heaven as a more or less physical place where God lives, for subconsciously it has become some kind of perfect, upgraded intellectual habitat from which is somehow banished, for all time, all that is displeasing or unpleasant about our daily human lives. It is the ultimate fairly tale believed real. Yet it is hard to hold a genuine conviction that heaven exists as a place. It can only be expressed in terms that allow it to be excluded from any material or physical world. It must take refuge in the esoterica of the unworldly along with our personalised concepts of gods and saviours. For it was at the point that the concept of God morphed from being the term adopted by those seeking to contemplate the origins and circumstances of that vast panorama of our world, our being, our origins and all that was so inexplicable within it and about it, into its current usage and understanding, that it entered a philosophical dead end.
 
As with terms like eternity and infinity, God was a mere word to refer to that beyond understanding. That concept has now been squeezed into a predominantly male body, imbued with human emotions, senses and body parts, given superhero like powers and expected to have a personal relationship with everyone, or at least those who want one with him. Subject to constant reinterpretation and ever more ridiculously detailed analysis, we know amongst other things, that he dislikes death metal music, cartoons of himself and working on Sundays, or Friday's, depending upon your view. This, the supposedly ageless creator/sprit of the universe. For God is now a word to refer to a competing collection of deities. In one sense he remains a Middle Eastern relic from the age of the Crusaders and Saladin, whilst elsewhere he is become a hyper energetic avatar from the phantasmagoria of US-led Evangelicalism bothered about every aspect of the day to day world. For dispassionate observers, he can appear as some out-of-step and an increasing spectral entity from the old world, whose papal cheerleader struggles to translate into real world relevance in the face of gay rights, disapproval of the use of condoms and tolerance of child abuse by the custodians of his creed. For God is trapped within the straight jacket of inflexible religious ideologies in a madly changing, diversifying world where he also has to be all things to all believers. So we see the so called supreme deity passing from original myth and undefinable presence, via sinister medieval autocrat into something closer to modern day comic book superhero.
 
We are now in the philosophical cul de sac down which the various stands of modern religion have raced each other over the past few centuries. Because too many religious leaders have been insistent that their holy books' parables and stories are rooted in iron fact they have done their faiths an extraordinary and incalculable disservice. As a result generations have been raised, often compelled, and taught to treat as infallible and certain, events both past and predicted that were never meant to be more than parable or myth. It's not quite like insisting that the story of Narnia is historical fact, but it's not that far short.
 
In reaction to this we have seen the rise of what's termed militant atheism, writing it's angry books about why, say, the bible isn't true or narratively coherent. It was never meant to be and undertaking a savage dissection of its contents to show as much serves as much point as undertaking the same exercise with the "Just So" stories. Those convinced their holy books are irrefutable statements of universal fact will seldom be swayed by these logical  yet belittling assaults against their citadels of absolute certainty. Few will suddenly forsake a life long held conviction that they are due to be rewarded with life eternal for having been a loyal member of their faith when faced with a torrent of scientific abuse that seeks to tear down and expose as nonsensical deeply held convictions hard wired into their thinking.
 
So, where to next? Not much is likely to change for as long as people continue to believe as fact the myths of their faiths. Modern religion needs to find a way out of its cul de sac and back to a wiser, far less fanatically literal interpretation of events and of the great unfurling, awe-inspiring reality before us. Perhaps science can help it,  but for that it will need to speak with a calmer and less hectoring voice. Ridicule inspires change in neither heart nor mind. Religion as a wider more benign form of philosophy for living may have a role to play in modern and future life. But for that, it needs to stop deluding its adherents with impossible guarantees about rewards in a life hereafter. For it is this alone which is surely the single biggest driver of much of the deviant and alarming behaviour amongst the faithful. This is manifest both at an individual level and collectively right up to the level of independent states and governments that are directly, or even indirectly, run as theocracies, for it is these doom-transfixed ideologies that threaten us all, faithful and unfaithful alike.