Waiting in the Library
Thursday, March 28th, 2002As usual, I’m here waiting in the library for my sister to pick me up. And as usual, that invites my mind to contemplate all the variegated phenomena that assault my psychic being when I take the time to think. Like, I was considering how wrong I’ve been in condemning myself and others for not measuring up the ridiculous ideals I’ve acquired somehow. Before, I’ve always wondered how the world could possibly continue progressing and innovating with the people I see everyday at the university as its stewards. How could we break free of the various ideological molds and scientific barrriers that are holding us back if the scientists and philosophers needed for those tasks must be drawn from this paltry stock? But just now, as I was considering where my life is going, and how little the hectic pace I’m pushing myself at means, it came to me in an epiphany. An obvious truth, but one that only resonates when it comes to you unbidden and in a time of thoughtful repose. The sciences, and perhaps even philosophy, don’t depend on individuals to achieve its spectacular results. Despite all the hype that surrounds the image of the superacademic, and all the emphasis that is placed on visionaries like Einstein and Newton, that is not the way scientific knowledge is accumulated, generally speaking. For the most part, science consists of accumulating data and constructing interim theories to explain observed correspondences; eventually, when the interim theories start to show their holes, the focus switches to creating blanket synergistic theories that faithfully account for all observations. That is why I consider physics to be the most mature science– because we have surmounted enough obstacles to consider it feasible to discover a Theory of Everything. Anyhow, point being we don’t need intellectual giants like the aforementioned pair in the everyday workings of science. Science will progress in its stately fashion, not knowing what it is overlooking, until some person or group comes along to point out the way, thereby establishing the path for future efforts. So, in a sense, we need people like me and the other mindless ones to do the drudgery, and prepare the way for the great-souled ones. Perhaps now I’ve justified myself, I will stop trying to read so many books. There is no way I can possibly complete them all, furthermore retain all that information, but I suspect I keep trying in hope of being the next person to make some wonderful gestalt discovery, like Claude Shannon and Information Theory. But how can one possibly groom ones’ self to be a genius? I don’t think it is possible, and I wish I could curb my impulses to attempt the impossible.