During my short vacation, I looked at three books on the same subject. I have long been fascinated by discoveries about the universe. If I hadn’t had the poet’s fuzzy mind, I probably would have gone into a lot of scientific stuff, especially physics. Why didn’t I do that would be more the subject of psychoanalysis whose conclusion would exceed my small existence.
In any case, I read these books almost backward, starting with the most complex and ending with the simplest.
The purpose of End of Time Tool begins with an almost philosophical statement, even if it is in perfect agreement with "reality" as we know it: In the fullness of time all that lives will die. In other words, we will all die, everything dies, everything plunges back into the balance of disorder. Professor of physics and mathematics, the author explains it to us in 326 pages, not in a philosophical gloss, but by describing the path of the discoveries relating to the universe and the philosophical, existential considerations that can result (what is life? for example).
It is sometimes dense, always very well written – after all, he is a successful author. The book leads us to understand the extraordinary discoveries related to our understanding of the universe, as well as it gives us a glimpse of the immense path that science still has to take to possess the truth on this subject.
As with the other two books, the conclusion is the same: the more we advance, the more we seem to move backward or instead to come up against other questions.
The second book is a better summary, in my opinion, of the state of this science. The World According to Physics is as devoid of complex equations as the previous book. Its purpose is to explain to people, like you and me, the wonders of the universe, as we understand it, at least through the lens of physics. This book was a real charm to read.
The third book is even shorter. Seven Brief Lessons on Physics is a collection of articles from a newspaper column. It is a summary of abstracts, so to speak. It may seem superficial after the more exhaustive readings, but if there is one book to explain it to your mother, this is it! With the exception of a few disturbing sentences such as :
The heat of black holes is like the Rosetta Stone of physics, written in a combination of three languages – Quantum, Gravitational and Thermodynamic – still awaiting decipherment in order to reveal the true nature of time.
No wonder we lose as much of our Latin as we lose our English or our breathing.
In each of these three books, I still learned various things. So they cannot be reduced to one another even if they overlap.
Let’s try the exercise anyway:
Physical science has now reached this point, trying to stick these two giant explanations of the universe into one big theory. It simply does not succeed. Not yet, and many physicists are already content to live with these sides of reality as best they can, while others, more stubborn, prefer to continue the uncertain adventure. Their attempts infuse more complexity to make it elegant as are the contradictory theories. Science is constantly searching for simplicity. The same is true of nature, which, after having taken many paths, reaches stages of simplicity. Think only of your fingers typing on a keyboard and try to understand all its movements and coordination.
My first contact with physics goes back to the vogue of pseudo-esoteric books such as The Tao of Physics. The temptation was great, indeed, to take shortcuts, to merge philosophy for the simple reason that the answers, the certainties still don’t come. These temptations have their usefulness too. Imagination is the best breeding ground for discovery.
Faced with the imperfections of the conclusions, we must tell ourselves that the path taken by science should not be so false since it brings us so many benefits. We are at a time when we can see the foundations of life through beautiful equations. Our reality, our poor understanding of things, the one that does not go beyond our fingers and neurons, has a lot of trouble getting used to the science-fiction universe of physics and neuroscience. What is life? What is consciousness? What is the beginning of the world? These are questions that have nourished both the sacred texts and the volumes of constantly renewed generations of philosophers and believers.
These questions are somewhat similar to those of science, and if science now accepts to make them its own, it is only on one condition: it must be verifiable and, moreover, falsifiable, that is to say that any theory can be contradicted by facts. One day or another, even if, in the meantime, one can enjoy the resulting certainties and advances. However, one must face the music. Our questions are not ready to be answered.
Now, the whole human race, impatient, seems more inclined to retreat, to want to remain in the comfort of ancient rites and in the drunkenness of blood that it can make color by the weapons of myths alone. We are facing the return of multi-faceted fundamentalism, a return to rituals that have often generated more blood than fertility. This is a sad reflex, which lacks courage.
Understanding reality and the questions that science raises is certainly not given to everyone. Nevertheless, these three books are proof that scientists believe they are more and more responsible, obliged to attempt a proper popularization.
It is a noble, almost messianic task. Artists should take hold of these explanations, make good use of them. They still need to be able to unite their inspirations with these theories. But they must have the intelligence to do so and stop worrying about their ego.
Of course, you don’t need to know all this to live your life well. You can make songs, write novels, paint pictures, make babies, dance, raise a family, and die quite peacefully.
However, it would be imperative that people be gradually educated to put their existence and their certainties into perspective. Physicists sometimes have spiritual orgasms because the reality they imagine exceeds the value of their own lives. Reading these three books also suggests that these physicists are somehow waiting for the next Einstein, Plank, Maxwell, and many others...
Science does not have answers to everything, but at least it dares to explain and question. Its stubbornness should be for each of us an example of lucidity and humility.
To read therefore, at the very least, Rovelli’s opuscule.