On this day in 1600 Giordano Bruno the former friar, amazing thinker, difficult personality and arguably the “first” martyr to science was burned alive at the stake.
I am fascinated by the range of people who admire him, from as Puala Findlen notes in her essay A Hungry Mind, main stream scientists “like Ernst Haeckel and Herbert Spencer to leading literary figures like Vicotr Hugo and Henrik Ibsen,” and I would include to pantheist philosophers to flying saucer enthusiasts.
Clearly much of who he was and is has become a canvas upon which we paint our own pictures. Not a terrible thing, but not a particularly good thing, either.
The real person is always so much messier, so much more complex, so much more interesting.
Perhaps that’s true in all our encounters. I know the danger for me often is to drop someone into a tidy box rather than to let the real person in all her or his complexity to present, to challenge, and, maybe, to transform me…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PW_Js_Ep1Oc