Asinus Aureus

I saw a video of Zizek drawing idiotic analogies between video game developers not rendering objects until the agent requests to interact with them (For computational efficiency) and GOD when he made the universe at the quantum level. He says that humans were a little bit smarter than God had anticipated and were able to crack the world of probabilites beyond the atom. Which -According to him seems like they were put there in a way that is comparable to efficient rendering in games. So I kinda laughed at this absolute smooth-brain communist and the thought process that led him to draw such stoner grade analogical bullshit. Which -I have to say is a reflection of a deep lack of understanding of the fundementals and low level details of both video games and the laws of quantum mechanics. It feels like an immature idea developed by a kid or a senile person, then shared behind a curtain of pseudo-intellectual athority. Anyway, It inspired me to write.

I also should add that when philosophers open their mouths about any to scientific matter they show henious levels of misunderstanding and reduction of concepts, they always looked foolish throughout history, from the retards who thought the planets’ retrograde motion was due to them getting ’tired’ (Classic anthropocentric thinking bullshit), to critics of general relativity theory who argued -for more than 50 years using words against an infallable set of absolute mathematical laws and ended up nowhere but to be labeled as fools in history books. Zizek does the same thing here, he resorts to futile words and analogies to analyze objective reality, and he doesn’t even get the basics right, shamlessly.
If he was Bertrand Russel or Roger Penrose, I’d have never disrespected his opinions in a such a way, because those men hold degrees not only in philosophy, but also, Physics, and Mathematics.

Original Video :

I maintain that God doesn’t play dice.

God is the first axiom,

The origin of all information, the seed of every equation.

The unmoved mover, the infinite constant,

The foundation upon which reality’s tapestry is woven.

To your mortal mind, God is merely an idea,

An abstraction limited by language and thought.

But He claims the throne of absolute existence and beyond—

Beyond conceivable imagination,

Beyond the reach of time and the grasp of space,

Beyond the finite edges of human reason.

Look at the math: how can you ignore the elegance?

The Fibonacci spirals in seashells,

The symmetry in snowflakes,

The golden ratio hidden in the veins of leaves.

Is this not the signature of something greater?

An intelligence that transcends our crude instruments of logic?

Yet the philosopher assumes the audacity to argue with the source of everything.

He builds his frameworks,

But his tools are made of sand—

Faulty, unsophisticated echoes from a shallow well of noise.

He draws his analogies from the visible,

Forgetting that the visible is but a shadow of the real.

He puts his ego in the foreground,

Mistaking himself for more than he is:

A fragile biological puppy.

He forgets his place, his limitations,

For he cannot see; his heart is blind.

He clings to probabilistic thinking,

But probabilities are only fragments,

Shards of a greater reality he cannot piece together.

He forgets: He is no master of probabilities.

God is the master of probabilities.

To the human mind, the universe appears random,

But randomness is an illusion—a veil.

Behind it lies the order of the divine.

It is God who arranges the cards,

Who rolls the dice yet knows every outcome before they land.

He crafts universes out of equations,

Balancing forces and energies with precision.

Still, man questions.

He builds his theories and models,

Then tears them down in the face of new evidence.

He seeks certainty,

But the further he ventures, the more he finds paradox.

He cannot see that his mind is finite,

A drop of water attempting to measure the ocean.

If only he humbled himself.

If only he set aside his pride,

He would see the truth etched in the cosmos.

The stars sing of Him; the galaxies declare His majesty.

The quarks and leptons dance to His symphony.

Every number, every theorem, every pattern whispers His name.

But man resists.

He chooses to believe he is the architect,

The master of his own fate.

Yet, in every breath he takes,

Every heartbeat that sustains him,

Is the silent testimony of a Creator,

A force beyond probabilities,

Beyond reason,

Beyond comprehension.