When I started writing in college, my thoughts were mostly about my engineering classes, and my ideas arose from an interest in the physics of life. I wanted to understand how nature, seemingly chaotic, could produce such seeming harmony. Having just left my childhood faith, I often wondered about the absurdity of my existence, but I had little expectation of figuring anything out, and certainly no intention of finding profound truths or compelling worldviews. Nonetheless, I felt that life was something to be cherished—that humanity’s existence was not as meaningless as my atheist friends had claimed. So I began to observe the world more broadly, looking for patterns in everything from physics to economics, from religion to politics. And as I connected the dots, I glimpsed a picture that has fully captivated my imagination. What began as a scientific curiosity has expanded into a perspective that I find wholly satisfying.
The following is an excerpt from an article published in The Atlantic by Nancy Andreasen, a psychiatrist and neuroscientist who studies creativity:
“Creative people are better at recognizing relationships, making associations and connections, and seeing things in an original way—seeing things that others cannot see. …Of course, having too many ideas can be dangerous. One subject, a scientist, described to me ‘a willingness to take an enormous risk with your whole heart and soul and mind on something where you know the impact—if it worked—would be utterly transformative.’ The if here is significant. Part of what comes with seeing connections no one else sees is that not all of these connections actually exist. ‘Everybody has crazy things they want to try,’ that same subject told me. ‘Part of creativity is picking the little bubbles that come up to your conscious mind, and picking which one to let grow and which one to give access to more of your mind, and then have that translate into action.’”
I’ve always had a lot of ideas, and most of them are pretty bad. But I find this one to be quite compelling, and most readers seem to agree (well, at least the ones who have offered their feedback). This philosophy presents a powerful reason for humanity’s existence—a purpose that might satisfy the mind’s search for significance. Indeed, for myself and many others, the connections I’ve discovered are very difficult to disregard. As naive as I am, and as ridiculous as this sounds, I may have found a perspective as sensible as science and compelling as faith.
My “philosophy” might sound like a utopian fantasy based on some pseudoscientific theory. Or perhaps some sort of religion informed by reason, an idealistic vision built on some plausible assumption. These are fair descriptions, but I see this most as a psychosocial theory based on my observations and speculations about the human mind and its deepest intuitions—especially my own. I may be wrong, and this philosophy may fail, but it’s a perspective worth considering. With regards to the moral and intellectual progress of humanity, the potential implications of this idea are many. I have no doubt that its impact—if it’s true—will be “utterly transformative.” And the if here is significant.
“I believe in intuition and inspiration. At times I feel certain I am right while not knowing the reason… Knowledge is limited, whereas imagination embraces the entire world, stimulating progress, giving birth to evolution. It is, strictly speaking, a real factor in scientific research.” – Albert Einstein
Thanks for checking out this site, and please feel free to share it with anyone who might be interested. Should my ideas fail to inspire some good in this world, then they will, at the very least, make for some fantastic science fiction. And thank you to everyone who has offered encouragement or suggestions for improvement. My ideas were born from many perspectives, and their continued growth will depend on the integration of broad and diverse sets of knowledge. In any case, feedback and evolution are necessary for survival, including the survival of ideas. And what is the truth, if not an idea that survives?
My name is Nick. I was born in January of 1993, the third and youngest child of a Taiwanese couple living in the west suburbs of Chicago, Illinois. After graduating from Vanderbilt University in Nashville, Tennessee, with a degree in biomedical engineering, I returned to Chicago for medical school at the University of Illinois. I am currently applying for residencies in psychiatry. When I’m not in the hospital or writing, I enjoy working out, playing with my cat, spending time outdoors, going to EDM concerts, and standing around at bars until my friends decide it’s time for late-night tacos. (I’ll add more to this section later.)