One of Darren Bleuel’s profound strengths is his analytical abilities, no doubt stemming from his prior field of discipline as a theoretical physicist. In Wednesday’s Nukees, he has plied this trade in a fashion one would not hesitate to describe as “beyond masterfully.” But like Richard Feynman and his lectative example of the 15-mile-wide water droplet, let us peer below the teeming surface.
At first glance we witness a clash between science and faith, an argument long familiar to armchair practitioners of the debating arts (if they are able to be termed “arts” — how often they more resemble the mandibular gnashings of two American stag beetles attempting to secure purchase for their seed). But what subtext, what form has Bleuel anticipated here! The scientist in white, the Jehovah’s Witness in black; a fascinatingly diverse bi-juxtuary. Our mnemonic is set upon its ear.
But a mere transpose such as this can be achieved through colorist error. And it is in this error that a mechanism resembling free will can be observed. Indeed, via this tenuously-displayed construct, Bleuel has exposed himself as a diehard evangelist, in a fashion that may easily escape the attention of his no-doubt primarily-scientifically-minded audience.
Don’t worry, Darren. I won’t tell.