A while ago, I wrote a short book and then fed it to Chat, which informed me that I was a fallibilist—a term which was new to me. Then it kept yapping Peirce and Popper! Peirce and Popper!
So for those who are familiar with fallibilism, that seems to be where I’m coming from, at least according to the word machine. I don’t see uncertainty as a burden that has to be borne. I see it as a positive quality to cultivate.
Embracing uncertainty even saved my life once.
On my wedding night, at 21, I was suddenly faced with my responsibility to know, and that frightened me. I sat and imagined what it would be like to know things with certainty, and it felt like chaos. I saw myself spending the rest of my life struggling to justify and protect my knowledge. I imagined that it would cripple my curiosity; there’d be places I could not look. So it felt like control of my mind would be taken from me. And that felt like it would be the death of me.
At the climax of this crisis—between my need to know and the thought that knowing would destroy me—an image appeared in my mind’s eye. It was a man-sized boulder standing in a sandstorm, being shaped by the new data.
What a relief.
“Oh, yes,” I said, “I will be that thing.”
Seeing myself as an ever-changing boulder let me live comfortably without knowing. It let my curious nature survive. All I had to do was make my best guesses. I didn’t have to know anything.
Since then, I’ve spent decades at written debate, studying minds and how they deal with knowledge, and I believe I have witnessed the disturbances that I only imagined on my wedding night. We see the same damage in the culture around us. The tribalism, the political certainty, the brick walls who ignore new data in order to retain their shape.
In time, I built a sort of theology out of my experiences—by which I mean that I created a story with the word “God” in it, and in which my stance turns out to be the heroic one. Uncertainty as blessed by God.
So I’ve come here to test for holes in my theology of doubt, which is to say holes in my worldview. Thanks in advance to anyone who can uncover one or many.
I’m available for any question, but I’d like to start with a question of my own which I composed during my debate years. It is meant to examine a particular stance that we humans tend to take toward knowledge, often without realizing it.
If I know A is true, and you know not-A is true, which one of us really knows it?