Jab:
That’s why you’re one of my favorite atheists.
As Spiritus likely could explain, I use “reference frame” in these philosophical discussions in the sense of a “frame of reference.” But I once had to explain to David B that when I advised him to search his heart, I did not mean for him to surgically examine his chambered muscular organ, so I don’t mind explaining this to you.
From the dictionary, I’m talking about the second definition:
[quote]
frame of reference (frm v rfr-ns)
n., pl. frames of reference.
[ol]
[li]A set of coordinate axes in terms of which position or movement may be specified or with reference to which physical laws may be mathematically stated.[/li][li]A set of ideas, as of philosophical or religious doctrine, in terms of which other ideas are interpreted or assigned meaning.[/ol][/li][/quote]
Note the interchangeability of the two terms, from the same source:
I like your baseball game analogy because it is a good illustration of what I’m talking about. Science can verify the score of the game, and that’s nice. I mean that. I like science, and I think it’s good that scores can be verified for people who like scores.
All I’m saying is that the score alone, naked and contextless, is not why people went to the game, and doesn’t really tell us much about ourselves, or even about the game. If it did, there would not even need to be a game per se. We could just have everyone come to the park, and watch technicians change the numbers on the scoreboard every so often. Players are not necessary, since the 50,000 people are simply interested that each sees the same numbers up there beside the clock.
What is far more important, in my opinion, is the 50,000 different subjective reference frames that yielded 50,000 different interpretations of the game. The game. When they leave, they are changed (or not) not because of what was objective, but because of what was subjective. The homerun in the ninth? One felt dispair, another felt rapture, another yawned, another missed it and hated himself, another was masturbating, another caught the ball, another wrestled it out of his hand, another was the player’s father and felt an ineffable pride, another was critical of the player’s technique despite the homerun, another saw an analogy in the play and was inspired to construct a poem, another…
Taking out my strawman broom pre-emptively, I am not dissing the science of man. I am extolling the spirit of man. They do not have to conflict. Each has its own purpose, and I agree with you that neither ought to be used to quantify — or qualify! — the other.
Got it?