Yet a Looby to thee, and a Booby to me, a Balassius Ruby to GOD, may be!
you don't have to teach a baby who their mother is they just know.
This is an associative thing. I'm adopted; I wouldn't know my biological mother from Jesus. Well, except for the gender thing. I wouldn't know my mother from Rabia.
Immediately after her birth, Emma Grace treated every kind arm the same, and gave no preference to either her mother or I. After 48 hours, basic electrical associations had her reacting to Tig and I directly, but even still, at three and a half months, she responds specifically to her mother, her father, her grandmother, her "Aunt" Erin, her great aunt, a couple of cousins on my side, and even her great uncle. She has not yet learned the specific association of her mother and father. Right now it's a matter of conditions. Secure/insecure. Hungry/satisfied. Wet/dry. &c, &c, &c.
And even though Tig stopped breast-feeding out of necessity, a boob is still a boob is still a boob, and even though there's no milk to be had, Emma Grace will go straight after the tit almost regardless of what woman is holding her. She'll even slobber right over my nipple when I'm holding her. It's less "mother" and more instinct.
we're only trying! anyway i ask to get different points of view ! ?
I know, I know. It's just that people seem to be wondering if a baby inherently holds the sense of God that it has taken the people their whole lives to develop.
I point to
James R's point:
I don't think babies, or children, have any conception of a god until they have the concept explained to them. Whether they have any innate feeling of a higher power of some sort is debateable.
It's a very good point on the one hand, but I would respond that the idea of a "higher power" even has to be taught. A crying baby is not a matter for authority. It is a matter of need. You cannot cajole a baby that is determined to cry into silence. You cannot reason with a baby that is upset. And though I have not and do not plan to undertake the experiment, I'm pretty sure that you can only beat a baby into silence if you beat it to death or into a coma. It's not about authority.
The wall and the lattice are metaphors I intend to continue developing.
In the meantime, apropos the sound analogy, the baby hears sound. It does not recognize B-flat as a note until we teach it to. And it does not distinguish quarter-tones from "notes" until we teach it to.
Babies can hear music. But they can neither read a score nor care what one is.
What the baby is "aware" of is merely its own condition, unfiltered by constructed priority. We teach it the classifications and the ideas of why those classifications are relevant.
For instance, I was literally
taught that there are no notes between, for instance, A-sharp and B.
To the other, much of my favorite music these days includes quarter-tones, and some of it even relies on them.
(For those of you who have no idea what I'm referring to, listen first to a string outfit play Vivaldi or some-such. And then go listen to the
Passion Sources album compiled by Peter Gabriel, featuring Shankar and the Epidemics, and others. You'll hear a lot of notes that classical music doesn't generally regard.)
It's not the speculations and ideas that I doubt. It's the bases of them.
It's kind of like watching the architect, the contractor, and the customer all standing around talking about building a sturdy house while failing to consider the process of digging and setting a foundation.
Does a baby recognize God as I knew It when I was, say, 13? No, of course not. I wouldn't deign to seek that answer.
But that condition of the baby is part of what people seek in God. It's a hard thing to explain because it's one step removed from vulgar faith.
But gods generally represent something, and these representations usually have to do with asserted resolutions of life purpose and other such issues which transcend objective consideration but which people cannot dismiss as irrelevant. Beyond all that, though, is an issue of what or why. It has something to do with people wishing for the simplicity of the untainted mind while having the advanced (tainted) capability to enjoy it.
Remember, our Sin, according to at least one major mythology, was
knowledge. The separation from God that comes by that reading is part of what I'm talking about. It's not a punishment from some being on high, but a natural result of a trade-off. The ability to recognize knowledge necessarily means that a portion of mind is now spent considering issues of knowledge instead of merely experiencing the world.
So when I accuse that people don't know what they're talking about, it might be more accurate to say that they are wrongly focused, and that my reaction also includes the long human history of being wrongly-focused when it comes to ideas of God.
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Tiassa
Note on the title: See The Looby, Psalm 39, Perdurabo.