My younger brothers have taught me a lot.
I do believe that belief is tied to perception, and sometimes in order for perception to become reality it must be grounded beyond it. The miracle of the self-fulfilling prophecy? A pathway to identity beyond self?
Probability tells me that my youngest brother will fail; he will miss the hoop on his very first attempt shoving a basketball through the air. Though 'failure' is a strong word, its connotation is representative of our humanly insufficient capacities, without persistence and without another element. Though I am most certain Aaron will fail the first time, do I encourage him any less? No! In fact, it is the opposite. There is a positive correlation between my "faith" and his real, measurable progress.
I am most likely to fail in my explanation of
Nash's embedding theorem in my first attempt. Without serious devotion it is probable that I will fail completely in all attempts, but is it impossible? Maybe. Do I doubt myself all the more? No, I will posture myself for success.
You understand that I am an idealist when I make such statements, but certainly, encouragement and faith with intention, (if faith can exist without intention), will increase my propensity for success.
Aaron (11 years old), who can now move with the best of them on our backyard court, must receive belief until he can sufficiently believe in himself. And even this, is not enough. There are abilities yet to be discovered. Blank canvases to paint, the perfect coffee to brew, philosophy to ponder, photographs to take, motorcycles to understand, boroughs to explore, and journals to fill. All is progress through intention and belief beyond the present state.
Like other personal pronouns, the prefix 'self' often laughs at me with its inescapable banality, but in the context of a 'self-edifying community,' perhaps we find a more pleasurable use. Such a community takes on a singularity, composed of many and perpetuated by belief that exists apart from present reality. The evolution of ideas and action within reality.
As a whole, this is an argument not for evolution itself, but for the necessity of something more. A loose connection at the moment, but we will work on it.
Questions of existence are not easily settled as cornerstone. I may ask "why?" until my death. Yet this idea of belief beyond reality at hand is perhaps the furthest I can get my mind outside the linear moment in which I write, to a multiplicity of potential in future consequences.
Standing there in the driveway, watching Aaron with the ball in his hands and a basket towering 3 meters above, I get a sense of present reality: the weight of my upcoming words (if any), and the prophecy of intention in language; language not only in speech but through the sheen in my eyes and the focus of my faith.