It’s noble to admit when you don’t know. But, phrases like ‘I am not scientist’ can be nothing more than a cop out. It’s sister ‘You are not a scientist’ is often nothing more than an ad hominem.
Both phrases have their underpinnings in sloth and magical thinking.
Deferring to experts is generally healthy but the cases in which this is a necessity are rarer than not. Say what you will about public education but those availed of the capacity to read and write are not incapable of evaluating complex arguments.
The admission of ignorance seems a poor foundation from which to evaluate the statements of experts. If you are not an expert – how do you know which experts to trust?
As such statements like ‘I am not a scientist’ shouldn’t be viewed as humility and a good sense of one’s limits. At least not by default. One should consider that this maybe nothing more than laziness and virtue signaling. Yes, often it may be mere humble bragging.
‘Yes, I know that I don’t know! Ergo I am better than you – you great pretender!’ Cries the gloriously primitive subroutine.
Well, that’s all well and good except generally one isn’t simply admitting agnosticism but is in fact deferring to the priests that tickle his fancy.
This is why ‘I am not a scientist’ is magical thinking. It treats academics like oracles. It is the authority fallacy. Yes, but authority fallacy is when you say ‘cause daddy says’ we’re merely saying that these people may be more likely to be correct because this is their discipline. Sure but ‘more likely’ in a nebulous area is such shaky ground that you may as well be ‘cause daddy saysing.’
Shaky scientific ground is very shaky indeed since –
The history of science bears out that no crop of scientists has survived their season. That is – they sprout up, offer their fruits, and become the fertilizer for the next generation. I.E. a lot of very well established ideas are often just manure.
So when you hear ‘I am not a scientist – You are not a scientist – That is not science!’ etc. You may well be dealing with someone deifying their gut feelings. Yes, it is pure to admit the sin of ignorance and preposterously flock to the ever shifting church of science. To do otherwise would simply be denial! You great heretic.
The ‘I am not a scientist – You are not a scientist – That is not science!’ line of argument is often trotted out in all the little mysteries where establishing that X is indeed X proves difficult. Such times do indeed call for that formalized guesswork called heuristics – but in this process – ‘cause these guys seem correct to me’ should be the very last option.
We should all remain vigilant for this common pitfall of mistaking what seems correct to us for a humble acceptance of the best possible answer.
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Stairs, yes stairs, it’s as simple as that. Do you ever sit at some stairs and think? Why is that? What is it about stairs that makes you so sentimental?
Is it because they are a place of passage? Something that uniquely demarcates comings and goings, ups and downs.
There is inevitably some brick corner dappled in dust tinged by twilight. It beckons and you place yourself midway the stoop. In that peculiar decided fashion that seems to say – I’m gonna pause. I’m not going to tolerate any more ups and downs, any more mundane scurryings.
So you hang there in chronologic suspension. A grand balancing act with giddy implications. Implications that burst kaleidoscopic rays of subtle perceptions – that blast the febrile wall twixt meta and physic.
Stairs, yes stairs, it’s as simple as that.
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Had a bit of a nap followed by some tea and realized that March is upon us. So, I was mulling my stories, the ones that are just sort of hanging there, swaying in the breeze like heralds of some half finished country.
And some thoughts arose….
Thought One
Don’t burden your stories with duties (read neurosis). Yes, it is good to have the goal of realism in mind but if you’re putting off the completion of some bit of wild fiction to add that dash of historical accuracy – that’s story abuse. It is a very wicked thing.
You the author have responsibilities. Your stories do not. Your stories are wild living things that will breathe in their own way. Sure you can train them up a bit but don’t force them to do windsprints just because you were almost a track star.
Thought Two
Thought two has nothing to do with stories. I enjoy camping, the outdoors, and I drive quite a bit due to the sprawling nature of the Carolinas. This fact coupled with a somewhat overzealous favor for vigilance leads me to ponder – how does one avoid becoming a casualty?
Which in turn leads me down a trail to – in the wake of realizing what sort of a miracle it is that your ancestors didn’t die from eating the wrong mushroom…thus eventually leading to you…in a long uncanny tangle of holy shit that was close..
How does one bear the responsibility of having fun?
Frontiers seem to be dwindling. Which may be one of the reasons for some of the ennui that we see. I present some thoughts on the remaining frontiers and how they’re more accessible than we might imagine.
I’ve been feeling the call of the relative wild. This and my desire to improve my content by stepping back for a bit is why posting has been so scarce. I’m hoping to be more productive towards the end of March at the latest. In the meantime I suppose that I will supplement with photos of my adventures and maybe a bit of nature info. Thanks for reading!