Wednesday, May 28, 2008

"The good old days"

Do you remember the "good old days" when, while trying to promote a bit of decency in the use of natural resources and some respect of Mother Nature, we were accused of dangerously playing with the health of the economy? Do you remember those days?

Well, what an irony. The economy is bad and nobody has done yet anything for the environment. What happened? Oh, yes. Oil (and the gridiness of speculators and bankers trying to get easy money on the back of mortgage-seeking people). Oil. That Grande Dame we were supposed to protect, without which the entire economy would fail. Thanks Madame. And thanks the economist and right-wing experts for this ultra vision of yours. What a prediction. Why did you not tell us that Oil itself will destroy the economies of the World? Why did you not see that?

If people would not die of hunger because of that, I actually would be happy to see such high price of Oil. It is now expensive to move your car or to travel and we now all need to adjust ourself to this situation... or to invest in green technologies that are a win-win-win situation: 1) independence, 2) cheap and 3) less polluting. Where am I wrong?

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

The probabilistic basis of thought

McIntyre (2007) argues that the process of thought, biology tells us, is not deterministic as the Platonic ideal has taught us, but is rather the result of a probabilistic mental calculation wired into our brains:

"[A]t the most fundamental levels - and I mean fundamental biologically as well as mathematically - there is no such thing as deterministic thinking. Our very thought processes, including mathematically thought processes, are fundamentally and inherently probabilistic."
Biologically, the reason is the following:
"The ubiquitous protein molecules called allosteric enzymes are logic elements. But they interact in massively-parallel information-processing «circuits» whose very «wiring» is probabilistic, indeed stochastic. Brownian motion - thermal fluctuation on picosecond timescales - connects those logic elements together in a fundamentally noisy way."
McIntyre pursues by saying that
"That of course is why, given the mechanical strengths of chemical bonds including hydrogen bonds, life can exist only in a rather narrow temperature range."
Interesting.

How then, Platonic, perfect, optimal, symmetric ideas or geometry can result from such noisy thinking process? One answer for this question may come from some ideas put recently by Mumford (2000) and, posthumously by Jaynes (2003) in a recent book. Those ideas are that mathematical reasoning, among which probabilistic reasoning, can be proved to be the result of a well-posed probabilistic theory
"the very foundations of mathematics should be reformulated on a stochastic basis"
according to Mumford.

McIntyre goes on by showing that, starting with weak, self-consistent assumptions, the whole basis of probability theory can be deduced. He also insists on the "conditioning statements" that are systematically undermined in the classic teaching of probability. Those statements are the a priori knowledge available to the observer and that has to be taken into account in the calculation of the probability of an event. For example, the statement "some roads are closed by the rain" could be a conditioning statement to calculate what is the most probable course taken by a FedEx truck. It appears that the explicit and careful description of those statements are essential to make the probability theory cleared of any subjectivity. McIntyre goes so far to state that in the classic debate between "frequentists" and "Bayesians", although the former claim that they do not add any subjective knowledge to the probabilistic calculation, they actually do with the additive information being in their case often implicit and/or unconscious.

McIntyre finally explains that the nearly perfect shape observed in Nature, the aerodynamical shapes of a wing or a fish, the roundish shapes of trunk or flowers, are not the result of some innate knowledge of perfect, Platonic forms but is rather the result of an optimization problem based on statistical inference. Many visual examples exist that illustrates that our brain can indeed perform such statistical inference: the brain can for instance guess that a man is walking just by the knowledge of the motions of several points located on the man's body.

McIntyre concludes, maybe surprisingly reminiscent of some post-modernists, that the concept of an absolute truth is dangerous, behind which there is often or always some kind of implicit knowledge or information taken for granted and not put forward explicitly.

For more, see

Jaynes, E. T. (2003), Probability theory: The logic of science, edited by G. Larry Bretthorst, Cambridge, University Press, 727 pp.
McIntyre, M. E. (2007), On thinking probabilistically, Proceedings Hawaiian Winter Workshop, University of Hawaii at Manoa, 172 pp.
Mumford, D. (2000), The dawning of the age of stochasticity, in Mathematics: Frontiers and perspectives, edited by V. I. Arnol'd, M. Atiyah, P. Lax and, B. Mazur, Providence, RI, Amer. Math. Soc., 460 pp.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Surprising optimistic vision of progress by a poet

Poets and the like are usually rather pessimistic with respect to the course of civilisation and see the Machine as a dangerous agent that alienates humans. Not Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, poet and pilot at the beginning of the intercontinental airmail adventure, who sees the course of progress as an improvement where the Machine little by little is perfected and nearly disappears to the view of humans:

"La machine elle-même, plus elle se perfectionne, plus elle s'efface derrière son rôle. Il semble que tout l'effort industriel de l'homme, tous ses calculs, toutes ses nuits de veille sur les épures, n'aboutissent, comme signes visibles, qu'à la seule simplicité, comme s'il fallait l'expérience de plusieurs générations pour dégager peu à peu la courbe d'une colonne, d'une carène, ou d'un fuselage d'avion, jusqu'à leur rendre la pureté élémentaire de la courbe d'un sein ou d'une épaule. Il semble que le travail des ingénieurs, des dessinateurs, des calculateurs du bureau d'études ne soit ainsi en apparence, que de polir et d'effacer, d'alléger ce raccord, d'équilibrer cette aile, jusqu'à ce qu'on la remarque plus, jusqu'à qu'il n'y ait plus une aile acrrochée à un fuselage, mais une forme parfaitement épanouie, enfin dégagée de sa gangue, une sorte d'ensemble spontané, mystérieusement lié, et de la même qualité que celle du poème. Il semble que la perfection soit atteinte non quand il n'y a plus rien à ajouter, mais quand il n'y a plus rien à retrancher. Au terme de son évolution, la machine se dissimule.

La perfection de l'invention confine ainsi à l'absence d'invention.
Et, de même que, dans l'instrument, toute mécanique apparente s'est peu à peu effacée et qu'il nous est livré un objet aussi naturel qu'un galet poli par la mer, il est également admirable que, dans son usage même, la machine peu à peu se fasse oublier."
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Terre des hommes, L'avion.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

The older, the stronger the friendship

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry laments about the fact that the only true friendship is the one which has conquered the test of time:

"Rien, jamais, en effet, ne remplacera le compagnon perdu,. On ne se crée point de vieux camarades. Rien ne vaut le trésor de tant de souvenirs communs, de tant de mauvaises heures vécues ensemble, de tant de brouilles, de reconciliations, de mouvements du cœur. On ne reconstruit pas ces amitiés-là."
Et Antoine de finir
"Il est vain, si l'on plante un chêne, d'espérer s'abriter bientôt sous son feuillage."
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Terre des hommes, Les camarades.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Being Bourgeois

Here is Saint-Ex's view of the "bourgeois":

"Vieux bureaucrate, mon camarade ici présent, nul jamais ne t'a fait évader et tu n'en es point responsable. Tu as construit ta paix à force d'aveugler de ciment, comme le font les termites, toutes les échappées vers la lumière. Tu t'es roulé en boule dans ta sécurité bourgeoise, tes routines, les rites étouffants de ta vie provinciale, tu as élevé cet humble rempart contre les vents et les marées et les étoiles. Tu ne veux point t'inquiéter des grands problèmes, tu as eu bien assez de mal à oublier ta condition d'homme. Tu n'es point l'habitant d'une planète errante, tu ne te poses point de questions sans réponse: tu es un petit bourgeois de Toulouse [Nice, Paris, New York, Honolulu, ou d'ailleurs]. Nul ne t'a saisi par les épaules quand il était temps encore. Maintenant, la glaise dont tu es formé a séché, et s'est durcie, et nul en toi ne serait désormais réveiller le musicien endormi, ou le poète, ou l'astronome qui peut-être t'habitait d'abord."
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Terre des Hommes, La ligne.

A warning to most of us.