Understanding physics is easy. I've been studying it as a layman since childhood and have found it fascinating, enlightening and useful. Where there are questions it provides answers. Where there are answers it provides questions. Like I said, it's easy. It's the math that's hard.
Religion works along the same lines. My father was a Brother in the Carmelite Order in the 1950s. He renounced his vows and left, which in turn allowed me to enter the world. While my father remains a believer he realized his belief ran in a more moderate direction and the strict seclusion of monastic life did not suit him. That life, he thought, provided too many rigid answers. He had too many questions that required more shades of gray than the black and white world of monastic life could provide. Besides, he found the strict adherence to ritual offputting. He never tires of telling me how strange it was to be told to be quiet when not a sound was being made. The head of the order would pass by his cell while he was engaged in the required contemplative prayer, stop, look in and say, "Brother Ferrara, please keep it down." That kind of bizarre ritualistic existence wasn't for him. But it is important because it represents the math, the nuts and bolts of the devotion to the monastic lifestyle. Trouble is he didn't want the math. He wanted the stories.
But do the stories mean anything? Do the parables of the Bible, the illustrative stories given in physics, the legends we create for our everyday lives - Do they mean anything, provide guidance in any way or are they just a way to comfort ourselves with eternal questions knowing if we ever arrived at an answer it would all be over? There are so many stories, so many examples, so many illustrations. How can solace be derived from such a confusing labyrinth of tradition, history and age old wisdom?
Let us approach this from a different angle.
Carl Sagan once illustrated how much reading one can do in a lifetime by using a row of bookshelves in the New York Public Library. He went by an average of two books a week for around seventy years. Were that the case one could hope to read 7,280 books in one's lifetime. This number took up only a few bookcases in the New York Public Library, a library that contains more books than one can read by factors of ten. Thus the library houses more books than anyone could ever possibly read. Even reading constantly for decades a person will come up extremely short given how much there is out there. No matter how hard one tries, no matter how much one reads, one will never read everything. "The trick," said Sagan, "is knowing which books to read."
But which books, or stories, do we read?
A Serious Man, the latest cinematic effort by Joel and Ethan Coen, is one of those illustrative stories in physics. It provides answers by asking questions and asks questions by giving answers. It takes the thought experiment of Schrödinger's cat and presents it in cinematic form. The characters are both dead and alive in the end and will only be one or the other if we the viewers open the box. Until we do, and we cannot, they will be both.
Or take the possible dybbuk of the prologue, a "dybbuk" being a wandering or evil spirit. A man is helped by a neighbor but his wife tells him the man who helped him died long before and that he was in fact a dybbuk. When the man/dybbuk shows up at their cottage and engages in polite conversation she stabs him with an ice pick. He continues to talk for a short while but soon after begins to bleed. He leaves before the couple can determine if he were a real man who would die from his wounds or indeed an evil spirit who would simply vanish. He is gone and his outcome is uncertain.

Larry Gopnik, the protagonist of the film, teaches physics and early in the film argues with a student about the very idea of uncertainty and how it can be understood through math, while stories only exist to help illustrate the math. The student says he understands the stories but not the math and doesn't think he should fail. Understanding the stories should be enough. Larry understands the math but not the stories even admitting as much to the student. Since the purpose of the class, and of physics, is the math, he must fail the student if in fact the student doesn't understand the math. The student leaves and an envelope of money appears on Larry's desk. Did the student leave it as a bribe? He says he didn't, Larry says he did. Schrödinger's cat is now in play as the envelope itself becomes the cat, both existing (alive) and not existing (dead) according to which observation one goes with.
None of this, none of it, is helpful to Larry. At the moment of our story Larry's life is falling apart. The problem for Larry is that he teaches math and the math of his own life - his wife leaving him, his brother's employment, physical and legal problems, his children's wandering existence - doesn't form a coherent equation. It does not follow that this decision or that experience equals this crisis or that tragedy.
Larry Gopnik needs a story to illustrate the math of his life. In an effort to find one he visits three Rabbis to speak of his troubles and hopefully receive an answer. The first visit provides simple-minded questions asked by a junior Rabbi who has not yet experienced enough of life to go beyond that parking lot outside his office. What would those cars look like to someone unfamiliar with them?
The second Rabbi provides an amazing story of a mystical experience that has no conclusion, no climax, no payoff. It just... ends. But that story isn't about an ending. It's not about payoff. It's about looking for an answer to a riddle and realizing there isn't one and that once that is accepted, one can move on. This is entirely unsatisfactory to Larry. He can only move on with an explanation. Without one the mysteries of life become overwhelming. Larry cannot accept that an equation can be formed but not produce an end product of rational design.
The third Rabbi has the answer but Larry never gets to hear it. The third Rabbi, Marshak, has the wisdom to help Larry but the answer that Larry needs from him will take too long to explain, on the order of decades. There's an old adage in the fitness world that says there is a magic pill that can help one lose weight and get in shape, the only catch is it takes thirty minutes to swallow. It's called exercise. Rabbi Marshak has the answer that Larry needs but can't tell him. Larry has to provide the answer for himself and can do so with the only catch being that it takes decades to provide it. It's called life.
But what if Larry dies before that answer comes?
That's why he has to know which books to read. He has to know and he has to find out now with the only problem being that he can only find out by exploring each possible outcome, none of which provide certainty.
And there are so many outcomes.

The most wonderful thing about physics and religion is that they provide stories to illustrate the nuts and bolts of equations and life but the stories are so simplistic as to render them pointless as adequate descriptions. The complexities of scientific and theological thought usually produce the unfortunate by-product that stories designed to explain them actually lead the student down an entirely different path. Take Werner Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle. It states that an the momentum or velocity of a particle and its position cannot be known simultaneously with certainty. Its momentum can be determined dependent upon how well defined is its wavelength but if its wavelength is not well-defined its position can be accurately measured but not its momentum. Essentially it is simply this: the requirements necessary to determine one run counter to the requirements for knowing the other. Thus, one can know with certainty only one at a time, never both simultaneously. And yet from this theory we get popular culture interpretations such as those found in Larry Gopnik's own class that we can never know anything. Heisenberg would be amused at how general and sweeping the explanations for his principle have become. His intricate model for stating the uncertainty in determining the position and momentum of a particle has been transmogrified into a nihilistic philosophy of life. So it goes.
Larry and indeed all of physics is as guilty as anyone for this oversimplification of the laws that order the universe. He too has come to believe that the stories provide more logic and understanding than the math. But they don't. Math provides the answers and in religion those answers come from the very mechanisms rejected by my father. It's the dull stuff, the rigid ritual, that gets one to a satisfactory conclusion. This is this. All else is masturbation.
But my Dad is no fool. He didn't want a pat sum to a pre-ordered equation. He wanted vagaries and ambiguities and all they can offer. He could only get this as a layperson, not a monk. The physicists and the Rabbis know the math. For them it's about measuring position and momentum. For the layperson it's about not knowing anything. From that position the layperson can then begin exploring their life and searching for answers that have no predetermined sum.
The Coen brothers know the stories of physics. They know the philosophies that have been born twisted and flipped around from what was originally a thesis filled with symbols and numbers, illustrative of nothing more than the laws of nature itself. They know that people look for answers that have soft edges and blurred lines. They don't like answers with visible definition. Tell the average Larry Gopnik that A + B = C and he's likely to want to know why it does and beyond that, what does it mean? Of course, it means nothing. It means that A + B = C. That's all. To find any further meaning requires a story, one that can illustrate why A and B come up with a C. And this quest for a story to explain the math is what tradition is all about. And this need to hear a story and tell a story is the meaning. It is the answer.
Carl Sagan was no fool either. He enjoyed playing the lay ideas of physics against the canonical ones of the experts in the field. He was often looked upon with resentment and suspicion by members of the physics community because it was felt he approached physics from too philosophical a position, one that played into the desires of the public to hear stories that illustrate the ideas because the math was simply too bewildering. But he knew that was how you got people interested in the math, by telling them a story. His illustration of how many books one can read in a lifetime was really a lesson on life. His remarkable conclusion that states, "The trick is knowing which books to read," is a paradox and Sagan knew it. One cannot read every book so one needs to know which books to read but one can only know which books to read by reading every book, which one cannot do. Thus one can never know which books to read. So live your life, and the answers you need will come and their meaning will be provided by you, exclusively. Who knew a physicist could be such a fine Rabbi?
And who knew a movie could so confidently illustrate a complex notion like uncertainty so concisely and so eloquently as does the last few minutes of A Serious Man? Position and momentum. Uncertainty and precise measurement. Actions with consequences, and actions without. Like the dybbuk in the prologue A Serious Man exits before an outcome is certain and that is what gives it all of its meaning. And beauty. And of that I'm certain.

36 comments:
So wait...did you like it, or what? You critics and your gibberish!
Ha ha, no. It's quite a film, isn't it? That ending is extraordinary. In the theater, when they cut from that shot to WRITTEN, PRODUCED & DIRECTED BY JOEL AND ETHAN COEN, someone in the theater made this noise: "Ooooh!" Or something like that. They weren't pleased, is the point.
Great job on this, Greg. This is some kind of movie.
There is almost a feeling of "No! Wait. What?" when the screen cuts to the credits.
My wife and I saw it at the AFI which, thankfully, has the best moviegoing audiences I have ever encountered and the feeling I got was that everyone was gobsmacked. I mean, the whole theater was just dead silent.
I still have so many areas I'd like to cover with the film but didn't here lest the piece run over 100,000 words. Things like why the movie takes place in 1967, why the mother and daughter are more peripheral while the father and son are front and center, why the illustration of Schrodinger's cat by the dybbuk prologue was necessary, and on and on and on. It's a movie I felt I immediately wanted to see again and spoke to a lot of how I feel about the necessity of searching for answers in a universe that doesn't even understand what I'm asking. They really nailed that sense of desperation one has when answers are needed but intelligence tells you that unfortunately you're going to have to provide them yourself and that might take some time. And how frustrating that is!
I was very pleased with myself for the review I wrote, but now I feel stupid for not catching the dybbuk/Schrodinger's Cat connection. It seems plain as day now.
And I guess there is a sense of "Wait!" when the credits roll, but honestly that was the moment when I first started loving the film. Not because I'm so wicked smart or anything, but because those last five minutes are really, really good, and while the movie didn't start to come together for me until after I'd left the theater, I still knew that there was something special going on here.
I saw the film, by the way, in a hipster, well-educated, upper-class part of Hampton Roads, and it was one of the worst audiences I've ever dealt with. Among many other things (talking well-above whispers, etc.) they laughed when laughter was inappropriate. For instance, they laughed during Richard Kind's motel pool scene. That's one of the few scenes that is, I think, unambiguously unfunny, but they couldn't clue into that.
Sorry to hear about the lousy audience. I was really moved by the scene at the pool and again, the audience was silent. I was really moved by Arthur's plight throughout the story. I think your piece was terrific too and I just read it and will comment on it. I didn't read it until now because I just saw the movie yesterday.
Here are a couple of reviews for you. One is a rave, one is a slam, and both are completely off the mark:
http://www.villagevoice.com/2009-09-29/film/for-serious-man-coen-brothers-aim-trademark-contempt-at-themselves/
http://hollywood-elsewhere.com/2009/09/_inspired_by_jo.php
I don't know... this review seems smarter than me. I'm not sure if I like that. I'm rather used to being the smartest one in the room. I mean, until Marilyn shows up, and then I always make some excuse about snow tires.
Bill, I don't ever want to meet Ella Taylor. I question whether she could speak on topics outside the range of say, favorite things to do with string. If I met her I would give her a red ball to play with and send her on her way.
Arbo, it's not smart it's babbling incoherance trying to disguise my current state of mind swirling over the movie. And when I'm outclassed I always say I left the oven on and bolt.
Arbo, don't you live in California? I don't think Marilyn's buying that snow tires excuse.
And Greg, I agree with you about Taylor, but did you check out the Wells review? He loved it, and if I ever met him I'd want to punch him right in the stomach.
Bill, I just read it. He's dumber than Ella. I never thought an outright RAVE review of a movie I think deserves a rave review could ever upset me and yet Wells has achieved the impossible. I would not trust him with a red ball. I would simply suggest he stare at the wall and then quietly slip away.
Arbo, don't you live in California? I don't think Marilyn's buying that snow tires excuse.
She can see right through me.
The Wells review reminds me of the commentary track on the MAN WHO WASN'T THERE DVD. Billy Bob Thornton asks the Coens if they ever have people come up to them and say they liked their stuff for the wrong reasons. The Coens say yes, though I can't remember if they elaborate. But I just think of Wells approaching them and saying "You guys, I loved A SERIOUS MAN because you hate everybody!"
Yeah, that Wells review is something else. He seems to think the movie is an extended Andrew Dice Clay routine and he loves it(!) for that reason. It really is one of the oddest most misguided reviews I've ever read.
A fine essay, Greg, about a fascinating topic. (I'll have to take your word for it that it all fits with the flick, because I haven't seen it yet)
As every biologist knows, even a recalcitrant one like me who haven't been in the game for years, that living systems, like all complex assemblages, have so-called "emergent properties." They're phenomenon that appear not to be predictable from the underlying physiology, which is based on chemical interactions, which can in turn be described by mathematics (to a certain extent). You often hear the colloquialism "the whole is more than the some of its parts" to describe the concept.
(I actually spent a portion of my last years as a working scientist trying to produce emergent properties using systems of mathematical equations that mimic biological systems, and have a publication or two on the endeavor. This "emergent behavior" is not fully predictable by even non-linear mathematics which, as you know, are very difficult to solve. Maybe that's what drove me to religion. And drink.)
Anyway, human behavior is an emergent property, and that the fact that human beings like stories. In fact, in the very fuzzy field of cognitive science, it is recognized that humans learn many things -- not everything, but many things -- best by stories. Which is why the art of narrative preaching, which is what I am a practitioner of, is so popular. We take the "mathematics" of religion and make narratives out of them, which as you point out often have "soft edges," because that's the nature of a narrative, and (perhaps) the human mind.
But here's the thing: religion and the Bible are themselves emergent properties, so a narrative based on scripture is a an emergent property constructed by an emergent property, based on an emergent property. Monastic rituals are "practical theology," practices that produce desired results (peace of mind, closeness to the transcendent, etc.) that are deemed desirable by theologians, whose theology is based on (a) scripture (an emergent property) and (b) centuries of thought, which of course emerges from minds that are high-level aggregates of behaviors that, at core, can be described by mathematics.
I don't know what the point of this is, just that your post started me thinking about these things. I need, apparently, to see this movie.
Rick, the movie got me thinking about a lot of things too. Bill also has a great take on it.
I believe it is a movie that embraces the quest for meaning, faith, science and yes, meaninglessness all at the same time. What our hero, Larry, does not understand is that no one story is going to suddenly explain his life to him. Mathematics provide specific answers, stories do not. Stories provide guidance. That's why my father was driven away from the monastery because it was, as I said in the piece, the math. It said do this, this and this and salvation will result. No need for answers because this discipline leaves no room for questions. But my father wanted the questions.
As does Larry.
He teaches and fully understands physics but life doesn't work like an equation so he turns to religion to find answers as a layman through stories. The fact that he doesn't find answers there either is not in any way a mockery of the search, a criticism I must admit I am perplexed by as the opposite seems so absolutely plainly true. In a movie about uncertainty one thing that is certain is that the old wise Rabbi Marshak DOES understand. It's Larry that doesn't. He will have to discover his own meaning by working through his doubts and fears and paranoias. In retrospect, the second Rabbi's story without a payoff is much more helpful than Larry gets.
Rick - It sounds like you were working in an area that would lead you to the ministry - this sounds a lot like St. Anselm's proof of the existence of God. However "emergent" a property might have been at one time, once it has happened, it is no longer emergent, it is extant. I find this interesting as a system that might explain the irruption of fundamentalism/extremism in various parts of the world over the past 30 or so years.
Oh, and Arbo, your tire pressure appears low.
Marilyn -- "emergent property" doesn't mean in the temporal sense, i.e., that it is emerging within a time frame, and once it's emerged it's out, but that it is an observable, documentable phenomenon of a system that is not predictable by the observation of its constituent parts. Basically, complex systems have components that interact in linear and nonlinear ways, but when you get enough of them together, the overall systems behavior is certainly nonlinear (in a mathematical sense) but, more interestingly, not predictable from what we know of the parts. Even when the behavior of each part can be specified exactly. The "emergent behavior" -- which is ongoing, repeatable and can be readily observed -- is a function of the multiple interactions, and the way they interact with themselves (the "meta-interactions," if you will).
Greg -- I read Bill's piece and commented on it; I really do have to see this film.
Hot damn! What a post. I haven't seen this yet (it's finnaly coming to Salem in about a week, and I've been too busy to head up to Portland to see it), but the discussion sparked by this post and Bill's proves to me that this film will be right up my alley.
I was briefly a Religion major before I switched to Literature...so even though I'm not as informed as Rick obviously is, I've enjoyed these comment threads and look forward to having them in the back of my mind when I go see the film.
Great stuff, Greg.
Thanks Kevin, I look forward to your take on it. It's the kind of movie that turns over in your head long after you leave the theater. I think it has something valid to offer to the dialogue between certainty and uncertainty, and ultimately our search for answers.
But also, and I don't want this to get too lost in the deep conversations on existentialism, it's funny as hell and that's not to be underestimated.
It sounds a lot like Inglourious Basterds -- a film with a tremendous subtext, but more than anything just extremely entertaining.
The Coen's always have their tongues firmly planted within their cheeks, so when I saw that the film was called A Serious Man I knew that the film would be probably be hilarious...
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Wow, Greg!
This is an amazing post. You shed so much light on "A Serious Man" for me, someone who has never studied physics and knows absolutely nothing about them. This is an eloquent post, and a wonderful tribute to a complex and masterful film. Well done!
Wow, Pat thanks! High praise indeed. I'm glad to hear such a fine writer thinks that. Also, as I speculated in your comments a couple of weeks ago, I knew I'd love it and I did.
I love your review Greg. Particularly the time you spend discussing the dybbuk prologue. This sequence informs the rest of the film, yet has gone largely ignored by most discussing the film (including, sadly, me).
Tony, I was curious about that too, how little discussed it is given its importance in my mind to the rest of the film. In fact, until I saw it I didn't even know it was a part of the film because no one had mentioned it in a review. But I understand in a way because there is so much else to discuss in the film which all of us have done.
Greg, now that I've actually seen the thing, I agree: the Dybbuk scene is essential. It jumped right out at me ... don't they know one of the primary rules of movie-watching is pay attention to the beginning and the end? The prolog mirrors the final scenes.
Rick I'm anxious to read your thoughts on this. Hopefully soon, yes?
Greg: I'd saved this until I finally finished my review, which I posted today. We wrestle around some of the same issues but from different angles of approach.
I mentioned in my review that the film might be the cinematic equivalent of Schrodinger's cat, as you did, but I was speaking more to the sense that it asks us to take it at face value and look deeper. Though I caught the Schrodinger's cat illustration in the story of the dybbuk, I missed the illustration in the conclusion: "The characters are both dead and alive in the end and will only be one or the other if we the viewers open the box. Until we do, and we cannot, they will be both." Great observation! Well said. I wish I'd written that...or at least picked up on it.
One question though. Seconding a line from your review, you say in the comments: "In a movie about uncertainty one thing that is certain is that the old wise Rabbi Marshak DOES understand." How did you come to that conclusion? I don't see it. I mean, now that you've said that, I suppose I can think of a way that reading works, but it's not at all the reading I had in my two viewings. Maybe I missed something.
Anyway, this is a terrific piece. It's got me thinking.
Jason, it is of course only my opinion that Rabbi Marshak understands but I believe that to be the case because in the end he offers a familiar question to the son and adds the inquisitive, "Then what?" at the end of it. To me it indicates that Marshak understands 1) his audience, here a young boy who likes Jefferson Airplane 2) that the truth may indeed be a lie, i.e., all we think we know is true is not and 3) that not even at his age does he have the answers but still understands the importance of asking the questions.
So to me, he does understand. But as I said in the review, had Larry spoken with him it still wouldn't have helped because Larry needed an answer then and there and hasn't yet accepted, with simplicity, that life offers no answers except those which you provide.
"Then what?" Interesting. I can see that.
I don't disagree, by the way, that Larry wouldn't have been helped. We're of the same mind there. I viewed the Marshak scene as an admission of sorts that -- no offense intended to anyone -- all these religious stories are just illustrative bullshit, and thus isn't really any deeper than the lyrics of Jefferson Airplane. But maybe that means I agree with you, that Marshak does "get it" -- or at least gets that it can't be gotten, if you follow me.
Then again, if the truth is that everything is lies, it's kind of a point in Larry's favor. He keeps being told that seeing the rabbi will help. He isn't desperate for their answers until people make him believe that they've got them. And when the rabbis seem less concerned than Larry, that's what sends him over the edge. In other words, Larry got it in the first place. It was repeated crisis that made him think he must be missing something.
But maybe that means I agree with you, that Marshak does "get it" -- or at least gets that it can't be gotten, if you follow me.
Exactly. That's what I think. He gets that it can't be gotten and simply asks another question.
And that's a great observation about Larry. You're right, it's only being told repeatedly that he must see the Rabbi that he begins to believe he must. Perhaps if others hadn't given him the expectation of definite answers he would have looked deeper inside himself. I also think that if he smokes some more pot with Ms. Samsky and plays out on his dreams the answers would come a lot easier.
I still haven't seen the movie but I was at a friend's house last night and he had the academy screener, so he showed us the whole pre-credit sequence because another friend plays the husband who invites the possible dybbuk home. It looked pretty good.
It is pretty good. Damn good. Hope you get to see it in its entirety soon, on a good copy (I've never liked screeners with all the damn "This is a screener - Not for resale or distribution" shit that pops up throughout).
Greg,
I saw the movie and came away with the exact same interpretation as you. I then searched the internet for the critics' reviews and NOBODY else got it except you and some other bloggers.
The only thing I wasn't sure of was whether the diagnosis at the end representing the "collapse of the wave function", i.e. the choosing of dead or alive through observation, was meant to instruct us: life is uncertainty, don't observe with too much scrutiny or you'll get the "bad" outcome...
After watching A Serious Man, I felt like the dentist who found the message on the goy's teeth. What does it mean? Why the dybbuk? Is Larry the dybbuk? is Arthur? Is Sy? I searched the web for information about dybbuk's, read more reviews of the movie, and interviews with the Coen brothers.
I know that in the end I will never have an answer. But I'm glad I was let in on the question. I call that the Coen Uncertainty Principle.
Beautiful!
Thanks Tom!
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