Once upon a time I believed in science; ironically, I also believed everything my Methodist upbringing taught me. Now that I’m in the final decades of my lifespan I wonder about matters of fact and belief and realize that an abyss of misdirection and outright misinformation divides the two. I hope to make peace with both before I make the jump into whatever realm awaits after this gig called life.
How many human beings are able to discern between belief and fact with utter clarity during childhood? Surely there are the rare few who are–I wasn’t one of them. I was, however, gifted with insatiable curiosity, so I asked a lot of questions (and didn’t always get a lot of answers). My acceptance system back then tended to default to the statements of individuals I perceived as more knowledgeable and experienced than I, so parents, teachers, ministers–anyone in positions of authority–clearly knew more, therefore, they had access to truth and spoke the truth. When I was very young, I couldn’t identify the conflicts between belief–which requires faith in something for which there is no proof, and fact–which is known and proven by actual experience or observation; I simply didn’t have sufficient life experience. After better than a half century’s life experience, those conflicts still bugger my quest for truth, and those who should be able to provide it aren’t necessarily forthcoming with it.
Back in the day when I believed with childish innocence that science would save humanity on all possible levels, pure research still existed. Great minds, compelled by the same curiosity which compelled mine, were able to investigate whatever interested them most, and I was envious of their ability to delve into questions I couldn’t begin to imagine. Over the years agendas not so friendly to human beings have reduced pure research to science-for-hire, and a lot of the hiring is by avaricious corporations and, worse still, the military. I cringe when I read about a new technological breakthrough because I’ve read too much fine print: who funded the research, who was in bed with whom before the funding was available, and who was most likely to benefit from the innovation. Inevitably, it comes down to money–whoever has the most, benefits the most.
So, today I have the internet as a tool to help find answers, but it still falls to me to discern the best out of countless potentially bad ones. Because a significant amount of material is user-generated, there isn’t always a way to verify contributors’ credentials and expertise. I’ve learned to consider most of what I read opinion until I have proof otherwise, and discovering proof is often a long, convoluted process.
I’m willing to do the homework, because truth matters to me and, at heart, my inner kid still has a lot of unanswered questions.
(To be continued.)