On Genius and faith
Hey neirdbajetikanba?
Tis on is for you Henrik. As you know I’m your godfather and as such I was responsible for your religious upbringing. Well to be honest I was never very religious so I failed you in this regard, but I would love to make up for it now.
You may have heard or read about my father Kenneth Locke Hale. If you haven’t go to Wikipedia and look him up. He was by many accounts a genius. He was a savant with languages from an early age. He spoke some 50 languages. He was a linguist at MIT in th golden age of linguistics in that institution. Say 1960 - 2000. When he would go to a new country he would learn the language beforehand so he would be able to deliver his lecture in their native tongue.
I have many stories of my father and there are many more online. But I will tell you just one to give you the flavor of the man.
Not only was he talented, he truly loved language it was the way he interacted with the world. He was Normally quite shy but you get him talking in some strange dialect and he would go for hours. In 1983 we were living in Brussels, dad was on sabbatical from MIT. We took the xmas break to travel around France, Spain and Italy. On the way to northern spain dad sat in the back of the car reading a book on Catalan which is a language only spoken in North Eastern spain. Well we arrived in a medieval city I think it was Girona, parked our car got out and dad immediately disappeared. Mom and Caleb and I walked around taking in the city and wondering what happened to dad. At some point we walked into a convenience store. We were in there a couple of minutes and in come these two old men arguing over something. They argued for a bit and finally mom turned to us boys and said well I know where dad is. Catalan is close enough to spanish that mom could sus out what the teo men arguing were saying and it went like this: there is an American in the square and he is speaking catalan. No! Says the other. Yes says the first and he says he learned it from a book, No! Says the the one, impossible. Yes says the one and so the argument went on. So we proceeded over to the Square and shire enough there was Dad surrounded by old men having an absolute blast, in his element, talking away in Catalan until it was time to go. We collected dad and continued on our way.
This is the kind of thing my dad did regularly. He was a true genius and I have always described a true genius as a person touched by the hand of god. The rest of us get nothing. But for some reason God reaches down and gives one a little tap right on the forehead.
We were not religious growing up. Mom was a unitarian, dad was an agnostic. We didn’t go to church and I don’t care to now. But there is no doubt in my mind that god exists. I have faith because I saw with my own eyes the presence of god in my own father. Not just in these linguistic feats but in his true love of language. He saw language as one of the great gifts of evolution. He share this love with me and you could see it in his eyes and hear it in the excitement of his voice. It was infectious and people responded to it from all over the world. It wasn’t something he kept for himself as some intellectuals might. Instead he was completely selfless with his work.
And so I will say in conclusion that to be close to him was to be close to god. Not that he was godlike but that he was affected by god and you couldn’t deny that affect.
But you never knew my dad so how could you possibly experience this for yourself? I contend that it is the easiest thing in the world because examples are all around us. Take for instance Michelangelo’s David in Florence. If you have a chance one day go there and stand in front of the David. You will see that it is at once enormous yet somehow delicate and subtle.,Now imagine Michelangelo carving it out of a single slab ob marble. This was the renaissance, there were no computers to assist him, no lazers, nothing. He did this with his hands his eyes and his mind. This was Michelangelo again one of those touched by the hand of god and in the David you can see it and feel it for yourself.
And so this is my lesson on Genius and Faith.
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