--- To Exaggerate is Human, to Speak Plainly, Divine
It is an unfortunate likelihood of human existence that you know both more and less than you realize you do. The proof is both statistical and anecdotal, perhaps one of the symmetries most difficult to mistake in the entire scope of our existence. Many of us may never completely integrate the realization that the face we passed in the road, the forgotten punchline, the exact location of our cell phone when we needed it, were all stored electrically and/or biochemically on our physical or virtual person, and thus even when we couldn’t remember that frustrating something, we still in some comforting sense “knew” it. However, in a moment of deflated ego we might ponder: is it an intentional quirk of definition that we can still “know” things we can’t exactly remember?
--- Academic/Scientific Crime or Misdemeanor?
The author speaks not as an initiate, merely as an observer - but one may also notice that in the various disciplines of the Humanities there can be argued to exist a certain level of dedication to scholarship and textual accuracy among the various “schools”, which then go right on to extol a particular set of assumptions about their field of study, and denigrate or ignore the assumptions of other schools (which seems mainly the result of semantic difficulties arising from inevitable differences in experience and subsequent classification of that experience). Within the sciences there exists a similar unifying commitment to the scientific process and a similar (though perhaps more limited) distaste for others’ theory and practice. One might surmise this entirely human state of affairs results from competitive monetary pressures, and of course ego, interacting with the pragmatic realities of research and public events (and other related misfortunes) - and perhaps not go far wrong.
It is rarer to encounter the scientist or academic who both privately and publicly admits to the basic competence of those dissenting from their own august opinion, but in times of plentiful funding a core conviviality may rise to the top, and might just tamp down the rougher exposed surfaces of professional interaction, mixing rather freely with a pragmatic professional courtesy, and perhaps even a healthy dollop of personal respect between colleagues. Competitive pressures across a host of domains are assuredly known to wax and wane. It could happen.
The human mind seeming such a provincial entity, however, each one's individual owner appears most likely to opt for willful disagreement instead of more effortful commitments at understanding the nuances of a genuinely differing point of view. We assume this to be ingrained adult behavior and indicative of having a distinct (if not reasoned) opinion. The author will, time permitting, strive to clearly show it to be neither.
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Ah, did you suspect you'd had an original thought somewhere back there? No? Hardly possible, isn't it, given the sweeping immense wash of existence that came before now? We're not even sure this is our first universe! (Have you checked?) So there's a definish chance that nothing'll ever be new under any sun. But the word "unique" has had its singular quality droned out of it by relentless profligate adverbiage, so no real harm done if your "unique" conception is impossibly more or less "unique" than what a silicon-based spider-crab a billion years and ten billion parsecs from here already came up with. It's all rather relative in the end and we should entertain the happenstance that "unique" as a concept can and probably should be written blithely off as axiomatically unworkable. Left unchecked, its unjustified glorification may well insult the very notion of intellectual perspective.
With that idea left sufficiently entertained in a quiet corner of the room, we can then move on to the question of who gets to choose what's acceptably interesting if nothing's "unique" per se. In our little corner of reality, surely in every era there exists a core system of rational beliefs that transmits a critical ontology, an essence of being, between civilizations, yes? How can we even pretend to know, for instance, that the ancient Greeks were referring to eternal, unchanging forms rather than some faddish, stultifying idea of perfection that we infinitely more modern minds recognize as laughably invalid? Need we extend every other culture - okay, let's be honest, every other mind - the generous benefit of doubt implied when, for instance, we acknowledge that a net of words has successfully entrapped some unfortunate intellectual actuality that's truly common between us? In the words of a clear-thinking writer just a few miles down the road from here, we are forced by honest appraisal to ask:
Faced with "no way out," who wouldn't want to throw their lot in with Plato's eternal forms? To many of us their appeal is undeniable:How do we know that X is ABC? If we answer this by saying that we know what A, B, and C are, and if we have to explain our understanding of A, B, and C in a similar way, there is no way out. 1
They are independently existing entities whose existence and nature are graspable only by the mind, even though they do not depend on being so grasped in order to exist.
Ahhhh. A safe place to anchor our boat in hard epistemological seas. We're guaranteed there's something that predates our fallible knowing - you could almost believe that grasping an eternal form represents a kind of a priori knowledge that's independent of bumbling experience, and therefore trustworthy, eh?
Rather further to the west someone argues:
A priori knowledge is the condition of the possibility of knowledge in general. 2
Yes, these are related statements. We're going back a couple of millennia to argue that here you can trust something in particular [sic] to be specifically true [sic] because it was around before we got here and should therefore outlast us. A priori knowledge may have had all manner of common sense nonsense attached to it, in essentially the same fashion as the practice of war has been obliged to tow the precepts of the Geneva Convention around wherever it goes - but the fact remains that it's a type of knowledge that might actually earn that elusive badge of honor known as "unique." Simply put, with a priori knowledge you either got it or you ain't.
--- That's It, I"m No Longer A Vegetarian
Let's be a little less silly about this assertion for a moment. A philosopher is basically saying this - the definition of philosopher being "that class of cynical idealist who believes that if he makes his words shriek in epistemological indignation consistently and mercilessly enough, he has arrived at an iteration of Truth which is not shameful in the eyes of The Infinite and his fellow verity-seekers" - basically, if a second philosopher leans on a priori knowledge even a little bit, then if they can't see things the way the first philosopher does, they're wrong. Or (as Aristotle delicately put it), they've got the brains of a plant. Either way, game over. You lose, Alfie.
That sounds familiar. I recall hearing that in several churches I only entered once (since my parents were pretty reasonable about such things). Those bodies of worship seemed incapable of brooking real inquiry, of sheltering the freethinking monk of David Drake and Eric Flint's An Oblique Approach (link).
I hear hackles going up in geographically diverse places at that one - which is good. Don't skip that link!
--- Oh No, I Smell More Italics Approaching
You get my point now? You may not be up for re-examining what you believe in light of, well, literally every other belief out there, but don't put your thumb on someone's scale with any pretensions to metaphysical authority. It's time to belabor the point to a cringeworthy extent, Ready? You're just fooling yourself - you literally can't convince everybody (or even everybody who matters to you) with literally the best arguments ever devised.
And in the end, can you even convince yourself, if you're being honest?
--- Wait, So It's Questions All The Way Down?
Is "there are no absolutes" the only absolute worth trying to prove?
What does that tell you about the nature of paradox with regard to "proving" your logic?
And what if you can't stop yourself from trying? What kind of brain are you running up there, if you insist on letting it follow a flawed argument, and don't let it form reliable, high-quality conclusions?
Sure, you can simply jump to them instead - and there have been plenty of charismatic, vocal cheering squads throughout history who will clap your back and personally escort your faithful carcass up to the Gates of Heaven … except they cannot give you the answer you need the most: that yes indeed, it's all real, it's all true. Of course that's where you go next. Life's fair after all, and you loved, suffered and were snuffed out of existence for a good reason.
I'm sorry - it's important to me that I believe what I can. Not what I should, or what I want, but what I'm CAPABLE of believing. It doesn't consistently follow that believing something comforting means believing something that's true.
I'm sorry - it's important to me that I believe what I can. Not what I should, or what I want, but what I'm CAPABLE of believing. It doesn't consistently follow that believing something comforting means believing something that's true.
But I want to feel good about what I believe.
Think again. That's a very limited analytical framework you're working with. It's reliable as far as it can be ... but it stops at your point of discomfort.
Ever seen something you were uncomfortable with, but had to accept?
Yeah, me too. And by (if you'll pardon the interjection) logical extension ... there's an awfully good chance that other things that are true in this mysterious universe aren't particularly comforting, either. I could advise you to put on your big boy / girl / appropriate label pants and just deal with it - but this isn't that sort of essay.
I know what you mean when you say, for example, I want to feel good about what I believe.
Who would intentionally attack problems of this scope with a limited analytical framework? And why?
Who indeed. Us, that's who. Seriously, what choice do we have? If there's an intergalactic atlas somewhere in which our species has been honored to be included, our byline could usefully read "Limited analytical framework." That may describe us better than most phraseology could. It sure makes a great epitaph.
Science, one of our species' intellectual pinnacles, keeps discovering what a freaking miracle it is that it exists at all. Specifically in the area of brain science, we continualy beggar our own imaginations with the degree and expanse of our woebegotten state, our inbuilt disadvantages, and our murky propsects. We don't even like to think often about uncomfortable things!
Yet, we aspire to godlke intellectual power and grace. Certainly, we don't want foolish error to define our grandest inquiries. Yeah, we've got these wrinkly, fallible bags of fatty tissue as our primary tools for parsing Truth.
So?
So, instead of "limited analytical framework," how about we just settle on "pretentiously presumptuous," for our epitaph (assuming we can make the appropriate arrangements)? What it lacks in charm, it makes up for in descriptive accuracy.
(editing note: Does it require systematic attachment damage to recruit an Islamist army of young boys? That's a dandy tangent to hang on this framework, eh?)
If there is something in our sweeping history of letters, of which we can be at least infinitesimally proud, it would be our collossal impertinence. We routinely admit of no realistic possibilities, we blithely ignore the very real chance that our own ignorance may obliterate us, we cheekily build Babel towers to the literal and figurative heavens with astounding unconcern for the miniscule import of our greatest works. Cosmic effrontery is our specialty.
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If there is something in our sweeping history of letters, of which we can be at least infinitesimally proud, it would be our collossal impertinence. We routinely admit of no realistic possibilities, we blithely ignore the very real chance that our own ignorance may obliterate us, we cheekily build Babel towers to the literal and figurative heavens with astounding unconcern for the miniscule import of our greatest works. Cosmic effrontery is our specialty.
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Any other oddyssey of the mind will eventually become enmired in the limitations inherent to its perspective. I propose that despite the human intellect's grand intentions toward philosophical worldbuilding, it is ultimately gaining an understanding of the entire universe of worlds that can be built, rather than pursuing a more provincial focus on any of those individual, marvelous little worlds, which is the true mission of the intellect.
Also, that oddyssey (while being of immeasureably larger scope than any others it may encompass) must eventually be understood to have limits as well. A commonsensical approach to that problem will require a better appreciation of irony than this essay can muster.
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1 - https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0CB4QFjAAahUKEwiQzpPx5PDHAhUHD5IKHbarDpk&url=http%3A%2F%2Ffaculty.washington.edu%2Fsmcohen%2F320%2Fthforms.htm&usg=AFQjCNEPYv3NJtNJ0-lw_5Bc5dyHO2ZrYw&sig2=GvlxrVhe1GG_1xazR8P1TQ&bvm=bv.102537793,d.aWw
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2 - http://www.csudh.edu/phenom_studies/study/glossary.htm
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