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The second-cycle discussion lands on the light box activity’s essential question: when we “see” something in an experiment, what exactly are we seeing—an objective feature of the world, or a community-stabilized interpretation shaped by instruments, scale, and expectation? The classroom transcript shows that this question did not remain abstract. It became embodied in the children’s insistence—urgent, almost physical—on re-checking the mirrors, re-running the looking, and pressing the teacher for a verdict: “Is that white real?” That moment is the philosophical core of the activity. The experiment is not only about color-mixing; it is about the status of an appearance that emerges from a setup that “shouldn’t” produce it (no white light was shone). The children are effectively asking: Is an emergent phenomenon legitimate evidence, or merely an illusion produced by imperfections?

This is where the Wittgenstein and Frege quotations become more than ornament: they describe two rival ideals of inquiry that the students oscillate between.

Wittgenstein: the virtue of the indistinct

Wittgenstein’s line—“Is it even always an advantage to replace an indistinct picture by a sharp one? Isn’t the indistinct one often exactly what we need?”—names what the light box demonstrates materially: vagueness isn’t always epistemic failure; sometimes it is the very condition of a stable phenomenon. In the books earlier framing, the “truth” that a white surface reports (e.g., under red light, it looks red) depends on diffuse reflection—on micro-roughness that mixes incident light rather than preserving perfectly separated rays. In that sense, whiteness (and “white-looking”) is not the absence of structure but the presence of extremely fine structure whose epistemic role is precisely to blur.

So the light box invites a reversal of the usual moral: instead of “imperfection contaminates truth,” we get “imperfection produces the phenomenon we rely on.” Under this lens, white is not a cheat; it is a real outcome of a real interaction between RGB light and scattering surfaces. The children’s question “is it real?” becomes: Do we count a phenomenon as real when it depends on vagueness? Wittgenstein’s answer, pedagogically enacted, is: often yes—because the indistinct is exactly what a form of life needs to perceive and coordinate around.

Frege: the demand for sharpness (and its hidden cost)

Frege’s microscope analogy pulls hard in the other direction: scientific goals demand “sharpness of resolution,” because ordinary seeing hides imperfections. In the excerpt of Frege represents the methodological impulse: replace everyday language with ideography; replace ordinary seeing with instrumented seeing; replace blurred boundaries with crisp ones. Shapiro’s framing (Frege as realist) matters here because it makes the sharpness-demand sound not merely practical but ontological: to be realistic is to be ever more resolved.

But the classroom data complicates that ideal. The students already believe—prior to what their eyes show—that magnification yields more “information,” more color, more reality. Their tacit epistemology is “zooming in = gaining truth.” This is, in miniature, the Fregean faith. Yet in the light box setup, increased resolution does not enrich the phenomenon; it destroys it. Magnification separates what vagueness had mixed; with only three source lights, separation yields fewer visible colors, not more. The teacher’s students’ confusion is philosophically productive: it exposes the dogma that sharper is always better, even when the phenomenon itself is scale-dependent and exists only as a product of blur.

So the tension isn’t simply “vagueness vs logic.” It’s sharper:

  • Vagueness is not merely a defect to be eliminated; it is sometimes the mechanism by which a phenomenon becomes perceivable and communicable.
  • Sharpness is not purely gain; it is a transformation that can erase exactly what matters at a human observational scale.

Community interpretation: the social life of “real”

This is why the opening claim—scientific theory as community interpretation—fits the transcript so well. The students do not just observe; they negotiate. They test each other’s claims, try tools (teacher glasses), and when tools fail they shift to imagination. The classroom becomes a micro-scientific community trying to decide what counts as evidence and what counts as “real.” The question “is that white real?” is not answered by the world alone; it is answered by the community deciding what sorts of dependence (on roughness, on scale, on instrument) disqualify reality and what sorts do not.

And here is the deeper synthesis between the quotes: Wittgenstein and Frege do not merely disagree about clarity. They disagree about the aim of inquiry.

  • Wittgenstein warns that sharpening can be a loss when the “indistinct picture” is the one that organizes our successful practices.
  • Frege insists that sharpening is a gain when scientific aims demand resolution beyond ordinary limits.

The light box episode shows that both are right, but about different goods—and this pedagogy makes the difference visible.

The dissertation’s implicit conclusion

So when the teacher asks, “why is demanding ever-more sharp resolutions realistic?”, The material supplies a strong answer:

Realism cannot simply mean “maximize resolution,” because reality is not accessed by a single monotonic ladder of magnification. Reality is structured across scales, and what is real at one scale (white as stable diffuse appearance) can be decomposed at another scale (separated colored reflections) without thereby being “exposed as fake.” What changes is not merely what we see, but what we are able to count as the phenomenon. The demand for sharpness is realistic only relative to a chosen aim—measurement, control, prediction at a certain scale—not as a universal virtue.

The light box activity therefore becomes a pedagogical argument: scientific seeing is not the elimination of vagueness, but the disciplined management of it—including knowing when blur is epistemically enabling and when it is epistemically obstructing. The students’ resistance—denying their senses in favor of the “magnification gives more information” belief—shows how deeply the sharpness-ideal is culturally installed. And the classroom struggle shows why teaching science is not just teaching facts; it is teaching criteria for what counts as a good representation.

The pedagogy of logical pluralism

22 Saturday Nov 2025

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Nobody without a home, yet

another footprint on a world that needs nothing


A foothold I can call my own, a place that would forever accept my step
I wander on blank sheets of paper,

I wanted to write about that piece of empty space that is home to all

Dip the page in water, they say, and let the ink run by itself.
A paper vase with animals primitively drawn 
Turning the vase in my hands, the animals run, bleeding, until the vase contains something.
(Write something into the vase)
writing curled round its inner walls, saying “The truth is no-w-here.”

now I etch it in wood carvings

the medium of the woods I wandered 

on blank sheets of paper until
I was accepted into the Hall of Trees.


Numbers are Metaphors

28 Saturday Sep 2024

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Mathematics proposes numbers to measure real things. There are notches corresponding to numbers on the measuring tape, but even if the notches succeed in referring to that real position. (although they remain a sign of the real object), gaps are still on the measuring tape with no notch and no number to describe the intermediate positions.The real number system attempts to fill the gaps that most numbers leave when describing something real, removing the need for metaphor. “Metaphorical language is language proper to the extent that it is related to the need for making up for gaps of language”(Giuliani, 1972, p. 131). The system “covers the gaps” and does the job of describing physical reality (and more) without metaphor. But how do real numbers go about covering the gaps?

The work of covering the gaps and freeing real numbers from metaphor is done with The Axiom of Completeness:

A bounded increasing sequence has a least upper bound (that is a real number)

Why would the axiom of completeness cover all the gaps of a real line?

A good example is in the act of measuring a plank with a straight-looking side. One compares the plank with a measuring tape and measures the whole meters, but there is still some plank left to measure. (The number of whole meters is the first number (position)in the sequence.) So one counts the number of decimeters left (the resulting position is the second number in the sequence), but there still remains more plank after the largest marker for decimeters. The process continues until the precision of the measuring tape is exhausted, eyesight fails, or the measurer loses interest. Even though one must fail in measuring the exact length of the plank, the axiom of completeness provides assurances that there exists a real number for the “actual” length of the plank (and that there is an “actual” length of the plank). But the process cannot take the full measure of the plank, and so we remain in the poetic world of metaphor, “a process, not a definitive act; it is an inquiry, a thinking on” (Hejinian, 2000).

We want to talk about something real, something as simple and straightforward as the length of a plank. We have an apparatus of controlled inquiry, tools and will-more than the casual use of words, but we still fail.

We must admit that the measurements (words) we have used remain metaphorical and the actual measure of the plank (object) ultimately falls into the gaps of language. The words (measurements) we started with in our task of measuring the plank are no less metaphorical than the measurement we have when we stop. How can we wake up from metaphor?


(PDF) Many Roads from the Axiom of Completeness. Available from: https://www.researchgate.net/publication/327227248_Many_Roads_from_the_Axiom_of_Completeness [accessed Sep 28 2024].

Ancient Cave Paintings

15 Saturday Jun 2024

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If you'll allow my own special crudeness
A disability of being born a caveman
In a world where we have become powerful.

I like deer and buffalo.
I don't get hungry as often as you do, you have to eat all the time
yet my hunger is deeper.

My work is a triumph, it is pure magic
To make a likeness
On how animals move and still themselves.
there is nothing more excellent.

Everyone is a genius; I mean that; we jostle for attention.

I tried to follow this world, not knowing the many worlds under this thin veil. the one the Goddess changes to suit her mood. Cling to her veil and get swept away

(the Goddess is busy being glorious, voluptuous, serene.)

Genius does not depend on competition or collaboration.
It does not depend on what other people are doing or what they have or believe. 

The pioneers that get ignored, enumerated.

1) A monkey's hands are a pure genius.
2) A bird's beak is genius
3) The designs of spiders
4) The Stygian hollows of a wasp nest
5) sloths are lazy? Whatever it is they do is genius.
...

Some say our magic gets more and more real,
As if real or unreal was something I could weigh in my hand.

I see these animals and plants as they are to me,
their liquid intelligence commanding such graceful movements
stooping for water, hunting and praying to escape a hunt
why am I not recognized as being among them?

Is my magic still excellent?
even if I find myself in this time?

we still need our own liquid grace, our houses like the wasps,
we need the Art of the Sloth more than we know.

Now the old magic is called vandalism.
Is it because I stoop for the water and food I find
in an urban wilderness? I join the fox and the bird in drinking from a puddle in the park. What is good enough for them, is good enough for me.

To be truly wild is to live like a flame
brilliant, fragile
I feared for my life among cavemen,
and if I made a mistake I would be dead.

we have greater fear now

fear made us live, goading us to nourish our senses, of smell, of bare touch on soft cold earth, the brush that paints dew on our skin.

Plants appeared mighty then. A plant for every illness, every wellness, every star in the ancestral night sky. Their deep magic was dominant, not to be enslaved. A factory conformity of plants, called farming, should we allow that kind of life into our circle, where some of us are weeds? What does it mean to live as a farmer, and not a hunter?

Fear is collectively generated.

We cannot blame a few men or one god.

the colors I have touched on a cave wall, my magic of likenesses
On the subject of grace in the animal life, Now
I cannot paint them in a way that they are 20,000 years old.

My work earns destitution, donations of fear disguised as care, and a place among the gods... the one we created so we could deposit our fears into him.

such monstrous collective activity. 

yet, I accept your fear because that is what you need. 

I will be that foolish god for you, because a caveman knows not to guard his precious bulk against all the pain that courage brings.

I anoint you with a prayer for grace, and

"There is a hell of a good universe next door, let's go." --ee cummings

The Silver Mind Keeps Dying

08 Saturday Jun 2024

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The Silver Mind Keeps Dying

        Consciousness is the feeling of negation: in the perception of ‘the stone as grey,’ such feeling is in barest germ; in the perception of ‘the stone as not grey,’ such feeling is in full development. (Whitehead, 1929: 161)

“I,” who supports myself on the shoulders of rocks,

cannot be counted in the coffers of knowledge.
This feeling of negation is a desire for knowledge.
No, it is not a knowledge of these rocks.
My knowledge is something better than rocks, something I can’t see, like the arch of the sky.

I ignore rocks because of the treasures in my mind.
I bet you don’t even know what I am thinking. You just see rocks.
Rocks with emerald carpets of moss, with tiny iridescent mushrooms.
A rock in the shape of a heart, or with the same care-lines of your very face, my love.

Rocks are the new clouds.
Watch from one to the next, watch with the blessing of ages, how they change shape.
Their darkness that weighs.
Their fault is their honesty, and they don’t care.
Lift one from the paths of memory and find your true self.
Lift it, carry its body home and carefully wash away the moss and soil.
You will find a naked man inside, blinking at your face like the new sun.

No, I like my theory better, because it belongs to me:

  1. language is the damp nether of a forgotten boulder
  2. the brightest words are worthless
        to the brilliant nose of a dog.

sensitivity is an excess:
too much from a shapely line of text,
a sensuality of braille,
or the silent song.

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