Of What Is The Taoist Model Symptomatic?

I was soaking in the hot bath this morning and Dave’s recent reply to Butterflies have wings; we have minds popped into my mind. A hot bath never fails to loosen up thinking, I find. Anyway, he said, “Our models in our minds are staler than we know.” He also quoted George Box, one of the most influential statisticians of the 20th century, who said ‘all models are wrong, some are useful’.

I agree, but only if we’re talking about judging models ‘by their covers’. Taken at face value all models are wrong. However, when considering a model as mirroring the mind of the model maker, every model is 100% on target. This parallels something Jesus said: ‘Either make the tree good, and his fruit good; or else make the tree corrupt, and his fruit corrupt: for the tree is known by his fruit’. We are the tree, the models we make, or are attracted to, are the fruit. The tree and its fruit share the same root.

The models to which we are attracted are those that resonate with how we feel. They embody what we need to see. The models are not about the reality of ’something out there’, but of something felt ‘in here’. As our needs change, the models we are attracted to and adopt change. For example, why would a person shift from a liberal world view to a conservative one (or vise versa)? Their needs shifted; their fears shifted; their circumstances shifted…?

Seeing models as symptoms rather than as something true and real in their own right is extremely useful, I find. So now I must ask, if models are symptoms, what does that say about the emotional needs and fears of those of us attracted to the Taoist model? Is this, like the shape that has no shape, the ‘model that is no model’? Do we feel an innate need not to conform. It is odd, especially considering:

Mysterious virtue is profound and far-reaching,
But when things turn back it turns back with them.

Only then is complete conformity realized.

Isn’t completely conforming to non conformity conforming completely? It’s just going about it from another direction. The end is the same, and I’m back here at mysterious sameness again. Considering everythng I see as a symptom raises more questions than it answers, and the mystery remains. Curiousity always has something to chew on.