Not me |
by Ben Howard
I have a Master’s degree.
I’m not saying that to brag; I’m saying it to remind you
that I know I’m supposed to form my opinions in intellectually rigorous ways,
or at least I’m supposed to give off the appearance of genuine intellectual
honesty.
But I don’t. Not at all.
I’m fascinated by the ways people come to conclusions and
the way our minds fashion opinions. I’m fascinated by the things that fashion
the way people interpret the world, and furthermore the ways in which the
eventually come to conclusions.
One of my favorite books is The Structure of Scientific Revolutions by Thomas Kuhn. If you have
a friend who relentlessly uses the word “paradigm,” they’ve probably read this
book.
The core concept of the book explores the way in which
scientific progress comes about. The myth of scientific progress argues that
scientists compile all the available knowledge then form an opinion. Basically
it argues that scientists make objective findings.
However, as Kuhn explores the history of scientific
revolutions he discovers something that doesn’t fit into this story. When major
changes come about, what he terms “paradigm shifts,” they don’t take on a
logical trajectory.
According to the logic of the myth, as each scientist
encounters new data they will change their findings to fit the new data, but
this isn’t what happens. Instead, these shifts occur generationally. The
established generation of scientists resist the new data (with the occasional
outlier) until they pass on, leaving the newer generation in a position of
authority. With the rise of the new generation comes the rise of the new
paradigm.
Even with the goal of objective analysis, it is impossible
to escape the power of the subjective mind.
The Structure of Scientific Revolutions by Thomas Kuhn |
This leads me to my moment of intellectual honesty. While I
want to tell you that I balance all sides of an argument against each other and
pick the best one based on an objective starting point, that’s not what I do.
Instead I respond to arguments on an intuitive level. To put
it more crassly, I respond based on feel. I don’t mean feelings of happiness or
sadness or anger, but feel about whether or not the argument fits. Whether it
slides in and broadens my perception of reality. Whether it ameliorates doubt
and ambivalence.
That’s how my faith has been shaped. It’s how my politics
have been shaped. It’s how my views on relationships and maturity have been
shaped. I sense instability and begin to search for a philosophy or an
explanation that explains the sensation.
Let me be clear, I’m not searching for an explanation that
makes the doubt/ambivalence/instability go away. I’m not looking for a drug to
soothe my aching soul. Instead I’m looking for words to put to sensation. A
elucidation of what I already know that I feel, even if I’m unable to express
it.
A few weeks ago I wrote a piece called “Notes From A CoffeeShop.” I wrote it as a narrative because I couldn’t explain my discomfort, my
frustration, my ambivalence, my distrust of my own reaction and response. I
couldn’t explain what I knew I felt.
But it’s not the first time I’ve had the feeling.
So here is my question, is it intellectually dishonest to
trust my intuitive sense of doubt and ambivalence while I search for a way of
expressing myself?
Does anyone else think like this? If not, how do you come to
your opinions?
I look forward to hearing what you have to say.
Peace,
Ben
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Yes and no, which you know is my ever ambivalent response. Personally, I blame it on being a Libra.. that whole thing about balancing all sides, giving "on the one hand/and on the other" its due.
ReplyDeleteI have two competing selves when it comes to how I come by my views the world: the first is a rational self who usually operates from an epistemology of suspicion - this self is very good at finding the fallacies in a theory, and poking holes in narratives that tie things up too neatly and try to avoid the messiness of life.
The other self is the intuitive self - this one approaches the world in much the way you described. This is where things come freighted with feelings that can't be put well into words. Things may feel like they just "fit", or I may feel like there's something "unsafe" about a given construct for the world. Call it premonition, or intuition, or a form of Idealism.
My navigation of the world holds these two as guiding stars, triangulating my way by means of their relationship to one another. I can't buy in to explanations that have so cleaned up reality that their clay feet lie bare and exposed to reason. I can't choose theories so cold and heartless that they feel untrue to experience. I can't forego one for the other, and in the strange alchemy of the two, my own approach to truth and to reality and to all is catalyzed into being.