Showing posts with label perspective. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perspective. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

From My Nature Journal: Perspective -- Things are Not Always as they Seem


“Gee, that little animal sure LOOKED tame,” I once heard someone say after getting bit.

But to something way less dramatic… A couple Sunday afternoons ago Gail and I were up hiking in the mountains, to be exact, attaining Carpenter Peak in Roxborough State Park. We were high enough to overlook from the west the exact same terrain we see so often from our house, unobstructed, just eight miles or so east from where we stood. But, for the life of me, I could hardly make out a single landmark, which should have been familiar as I surveyed them from the opposite viewpoint. It reminded me how wildly different things can look from different angles, from altered perspectives. I have experienced this so many times before while hiking, of course, particularly if I am without a compass or topo to give me some bearings. And no, I am not yet a GPS guy when I hike -- that still seems like cheating to me!

Anyway, that experience has gotten me to thinking these last several days about perspective. Perspective is curious, is it not? I think of the proverbial fable of the five blind men and the elephant, a proverb befuddlingly true. But I am still astonished how quickly and easily one’s assumptions can become one’s reality, however faulty those assumptions might be. This is perfectly the case as I study nature, even if I haven’t gotten bit. I make all kinds of postulations and assumptions based on my observations and my reading, the latter of which of course is nothing but another’s postulations and assumptions based on their observations. Yet nature is full of so many surprises that I usually find my conclusions about ‘the way things are’ frequently off base, if not sometimes completely off the mark. Just when I think something should happen, something else happens. Just when I think I understand, I find my perspective has as much sometimes muddied my understanding as clarified it. Or as my dear son-in-law Phil pointed out to me recently, just when we think we have things figured out, circumstances change. We find things aren’t always as they have seemed.

It’s no wonder people in the Middle Ages had such a hard time accepting the fact that the earth was round and not flat. (Am not sure WHAT informs the assumptions of flat-earthers today…)

So let’s think about our good, round earth for a moment and gather a little cosmic perspective about assumptions. I’ve understood that our planet is about four times the mass of our moon. For purposes of picturing it, let’s just say that if the earth were the size of a basketball, the moon would be the size of, oh, to keep the sports theme, a Chicago-style sixteen-inch softball. OK, so maybe you had heard of Chicago-style pizza but not Chicago-style softballs, and are among the uninitiated about them; let’s ignore the sports theme and instead liken the moon then to a large grapefruit. Got it? So if the moon and the earth were these rough, relative sizes, a basketball and a large grapefruit, how far away would the grapefruit have to be from the basketball in order to reflect real nature? Let’s start by imagining that it’s about a cubit. You remember a cubit from your ark-building class, right, the span from an average man’s elbow to his fingertips? Sure you do, it was the first ruler we had, and it was even built in with the original equipment. This is about how the illustrations in our old science books depicted it. But that was just because they had to print it in that perspective in order to fit it on a page. But no, that’s not it, how about a whole arm’s length? Or two arms’ lengths, maybe a span from fingertip to fingertip? This is what I would have thought. But no. 235,000 miles is a long, long way. In order to get the relative distance as accurate as nature you’d have to haul that grapefruit nearly thirty feet away from the basketball. Only then would it approximate reality, earth to moon, the moon measuring for us about ½ degree of sky at its distance.

Or take another example. You may have heard that the earth’s surface is covered more than seventy percent by ocean, and less than thirty percent by landmass. Some of those ocean depths are over a mile deeper than Mt. Everest is high. That’s a lot of water, you know, that ‘the ocean’s so wide and my bark so small’ kind of thing? And I don’t think that even includes inland lakes, rivers, streams, ponds or the puddles in my driveway. So let’s again imagine the earth a basketball. If we were to gather up all the water on earth into one mass, salt water and fresh, and reflect that also as a sphere next to our basketball-sized globe, all the earth’s water would be smaller than a ping-pong ball by comparison. That’s hard to imagine while standing at the edge of Acadia National Park in Maine as a nor’easter crashes ashore. A watery planet? Apparently just barely. It sure gives an appreciated perspective on the preciousness of the stuff, and our responsibility to protect the resource as well as we can.

Perspective is one of the reasons
why we need each other so…

It’s all about perspective. Nearly everything is about perspective. Perspective is one of the reasons why we need each other so, in order that alternative views of reality can be weighed and measured together until a consensus is reached, or at least a truce.

For my part on that mountain two weekends ago, I was glad I had Gail with me. Together we were able to better discern reality from our shared perspectives than I could have ever come up with at the time on my own.

Sometimes there is a way that seems to be right, but in the end it is the way to death. (Proverbs 16:25)

Two people are better than one, for they can help each other succeed. (Ecclesiastes 4:9)

~~RGM, From a January 2013
Entry in my Leather Journal

Friday, August 15, 2014

POTM...*: Camo'd

(*Photo[s] of the Month)

I am not certain if these are all the same species of spider or not, but I think they are -- they’re some kind of crab spider. (Click on any photo to see it enlarged.) Intriguing little guys, we find them all over the northwoods; in fact, we also often find them all over our four-wheeler after we have quadded through old trails overgrown with long grasses and wildflowers!

Note their uncanny ability to adjust their color to their surroundings. There’s a yellow one on a Black-Eyed Susan, a
purple one on a Violet, and one on a Milkweed blossom that has even adjusted itself to pick up two colors, both the blossom’s whites and its pinks. Amazing… Looks like they do whatever it takes to get the job done more effectively. Once again, I’d love to hear from my entomologist friends about these fine critters, their habits, and the varieties of colors into which they can alter themselves.

Camouflage is an interesting subject to be written on some
time. But today, with these photos of the month, I am simply thinking about one positive correlation. The Apostle Paul noted that he had become “…all things to all men that by all means (he) might save some… (1 Corinthians 9:22)” If you read the whole passage (9:19-23), you’ll see that it’s about understanding others’ worldviews and perspectives so that we might impact them with the truth and beauty of the Good News of Jesus. 

What ‘color’ do I need to be to best do that? What perspective do I need to better understand in order to be a more effective witness to God?

~~RGM, August 14, 2014

Thursday, January 10, 2013

From My Journal: You are SO Insignificant...



Or at least that’s what some would have us think. But perhaps our significance is inestimable…



A faint movement catches my eye as I read outdoors: a tiny speck moves across the lower corner of my right hand leaf. An insect almost too insignificant to be seen crawls across my page, barely half the height of the text-printed comma over which it strides. I am stunned by its diminutive size as it meanders among print script as tall to it as a grove of old hemlock trees. Were it not for its contrast against the sheet’s whiteness, I doubt it would have been seen; a fruit fly seems a garbage truck in comparison.

Exclaiming upon it I show my daughter Sarah, who cautions that if I should try to pick it up I’d probably ‘smoosh’ it. So I observe for a while and strain to see any hint of detail, but find none. It is just a moving fleck, a mote in motion. Finally it makes for the spine and I think, “No, I don’t want this book infested with whatever it is,” so I rub it off onto a finger expecting its demise, then look at my finger and am amazed to see it there, crawling still, at which time, incredulously (and probably pretty ticked off), it raises infinitesimally small wings barely visible to my bespectacled eyes and flies off. Pardon the use of the word but my eyeballs literally bug out, and I shake my head with regret that I did not run for the magnifying glass the first chance I had to see the little beastie a bit more closely.
I wonder what is in me
that might judge it so
significant 'out there'
yet so insignificant
right here...

For a brief moment I unthinkingly ponder the creature’s insignificance in the grand scheme of biological life, but then it quickly occurs to me: if such a creature were found to inhabit or once have inhabited the moon, or Mars, or some unknown distant planet in another solar system, it would be one of the most spectacular finds in the history of science, life in another place, almost on another plane or in a different dimension. Its insignificance would evaporate in its new context, and it would likely be considered a candidate for the most important scientific news of the century. I chuckle at myself and wonder what it is in me that might judge it so significant ‘out there’ yet so insignificant right here. Then I chuckle again as I muse on my own seeming insignificance from the vantage point of the vastness of God’s created universe.

[All photography by Rick and Gail Mylander]
Human perspective is amazingly quick to place value on things by their relative size and impact. Though the tiny thing had at first startled me in its smallness, my next inclination was to entirely dismiss it. (Way to go, Mr. Naturalist…) And yet, it is significant, ineffably and sensationally so.

Glad I was for the reminder that life is an absolute miracle in every one of its manifestations. Yet I am also grateful to God for his creative and massive magnificence, and, in spite of it, somehow, for his sacrificial, outrageously significant consideration of you and me.

When I look at thy heavens… (I ask:) what is man that thou art mindful of him, or… that thou dost care for him? Yet thou hast made him little less than God. [Psalm 8:3-5]

~~RGM, from an earlier journal entry,
Adapted for Blog January 8, 2013

[Psssst... Need further convincing? See also Proverbs 5:21, Isaiah43:1 and John 10:14]