It is aggravating when a class that I am predisposed to dislike makes me think, but my Art and Science readings today have distracted me so much with my thoughts that I have to stop in the middle of them and write about it. We’re reading about the way the art community and science community generally perceive the universe, reality, and truth. This line caught my eye:
In the world of science the idea that there is some kind of universal jigsaw where all the bits fit together seems to prevail.
Such a view is troubling to me because it assumes two things that I’m not sure I agree with: first, that we can ever really get a grasp on any of the pieces of the “jigsaw,” and second that there is any ultimate and universal “reality” out there to discover.
My uncertainty about whether we can ever really firmly latch on to a solid manifestation of ultimate truth stems in part from the history of science, which is in essence a history of wrongness. Thomas Kuhn’s theory of paradigm shifts explains the history of scientific belief as a series of big changes in basic ways of looking at the world. Big changes like earth-centered universe to sun-centered solar system, physics based on Newton to physics based on Einstein, etc. Basically, a paradigm shift entails the realization that very fundamental principles for looking at and making sense of the world are at best flawed, at worst wrong. This has happened too regularly over the course of known history for me to really trust that the currently established way of thinking about anything is in fact the right or true way of thinking. Wouldn’t that be arrogant? Of course it seems like a right and true way of thinking, just like a sun-centered universe seemed the right, true, and only logical arrangement of the universe to pre-Copernican folks. Facts and truths are set out by people, and people are very fallible creatures indeed.
However, I’m not trying to imply that I believe we can never be sure about anything. Here’s what I can be sure of: things I touch, things I smell, things I see, things I hear, things I think, and things I feel. Absolute truth is limited to individual sensory experience. I can’t be sure that there is a computer in front of me (it could be a hallucination, or I could be a brain in a jar experiencing things through electrical impulses, or whatever) but I can be absolutely, positively sure of the truth of the sensation of a computer keyboard against my fingertips and the sight of the words on the screen. If I feel happy, there is no way that I cannot in fact be happy. If I say something is orange, and someone else says it is pink, which is it? Does an object have inherent color without anyone/thing to perceive said color? Luckily for us, enough of our individual sensory experience seems to line up with that of other people that we can interact with them and even make generalizations about the nature of things. We can go on just as though there really were a single, fixed reality that we could eventually puzzle out through judicious application of science.
Thus, the only real implication of my beliefs about reality is an open-minded and flexible attitude toward truth. It’s not the case that I don’t appreciate or benefit from science–in their pursuit of truth in fixed reality, scientists often come up with applications that can make life easier or more enjoyable, and that’s awesome. It’s certainly not the case that I walk around feeling like I’m inhabiting a separate reality from everyone and everything else–that would be profoundly lonely. It simply means that I’m unconvinced and unimpressed by any assertion (by religion, science, or whomever) of unbending capital-T Truth and I am interested in subjective exploration of reality through art, poetry, literature, etc. It means I want to be a professor of English rather than a professor of chemistry, physics, or biology, so that the kind of truth I’m chasing makes no pretensions to absoluteness.