Science is cold and scary
Conversations with Josh recently remind me that a lot of people think science is cold, scary, and inhuman — that it tends to focus on subjects that are remote from what we humans actually care about. Rather than focusing on love, goes the argument, science focuses on things like neurons or evolutionary theory — explaining to us that our feelings for another human being are merely the emergent behavior of many electrical spikes or a sophisticated way for our genes to propagate. Science should focus on the “primal” subject, which is the love itself — not any of the abstractions that it has introduced to understand the world.
I think I understand the fear that underlies this objection to science: that it threatens to strip all the beauty from our very real feelings for other human beings, or that it turns artwork and poetry into something cold and dead. I think that’s what Merleau-Ponty is getting at when he says (quote via Josh):
To say that the world is, by nominal definition, the object x of our operations is to treat the scientist’s knowledge as if it were absolute, as if everything that is and has been was meant only to enter the laboratory . . . If this kind of thinking were to extend its dominion over humanity and history; and if, ignoring what we know of them through contact and our own situations, it were to set out to construct them on the basis of a few abstract indices — then, since the human being truly becomes the manipulandum he thinks he is, we enter into a cultural regimen in which there is neither truth nor falsehood concerning humanity and history, into a sleep, or nightmare from which there is no awakening.
Additionally, Merleau-Ponty seems to be saying that once we view ourselves as scientific abstractions, we cease to treat one another as human beings. I no longer treat you with love because it feels like the right thing to do — I do so because I am, for instance, a rational utility-maximizer and I can shoehorn my love into that framework, or because natural selection dictates that I behave in that way to maximize the chances of propagating.
There’s certainly a danger of this happening. Stephen Jay Gould (via Marx, apparently) noted our habit of inventing an abstraction — often a mathematical one — then assuming that it corresponds to a real thing; Gould (and Marx) call this “reification.” IQ is Gould’s big example of reification: it’s a single number that presumes to rank all humans linearly, and is at best a model of a much more complex underlying reality. It’s useful for certain things — it was, according to Gould, originally invented to identify children who needed more help in school (if I recall correctly) — but our perhaps-innate habit leads us to believe that we actually can rate humans in this way and using this measure. The abstraction becomes the thing.
It’s worth noting that this is by no means peculiar to science. We all invent abstractions about one another all the time, then use them to guide the way we view one another. I have abstracted George Bush as a cold, calculating, selfish, bloodthirsty, amoral, power-hungry bastard, even though it’s almost certainly true that there’s a much more complicated set of facts sitting inside his head. When I deal with my friends, I use a much more nuanced set of abstractions: this guy is nice, this girl is a flirt, this one is egotistical. Knowing my friends as I do — I certainly know them better than I know Bush — my model is likely to have much more predictive power. If one of my friends suddenly blew up a schoolbuilding, I would be very surprised, because I’ve built an intuitive model in my head of how other people behave. Violations from that model are, by definition, surprising.
Surely I’m missing something in my understanding of Merleau-Ponty’s view of science. Because as it stands, I view science as just a more-refined species of the intuitive models that we all build. Assume that people are utility-maximizers and see what happens. Maybe the model will fail, but at least you have something formal that can break — all your cards are on the table; at least when you view me as a self-obsessed mercenary, you’re doing so on the basis of assumptions that I can see and question and modify.
The difficulty comes, of course, when we prematurely sanctify the model as the reality. At some point, it seems to me, we are justified in behaving as though models were reality; we have to, if we’re going to get anything done. And as philosophers are fond of pointing out, there doesn’t exist a bare fact — every fact is model-laden. So if we’re going to bother to look at the world at all, we probably have no choice but to use some model to do so.
If that’s granted, then the question is which models we’ll use. May we sometimes use formal models? Of course; we shouldn’t constrain ourselves to only use human intuition to understand the world. We should use whatever is useful to understand the world around us.
So is it useful to use science to understand the beauty that we feel when we listen to a Coltrane song? I don’t understand why we’d object to such a thing. The objection seems to come from the level at which we study Coltrane: when we hear Coltrane and feel a stirring in our souls, we’re not thinking about the movement of air over our timpanic membrane. Perhaps a science that truly deserved Coltrane would study the higher level: why is it that I get such a stirring in my soul when I hear him?
My fundamental block in understanding is that I don’t see why understanding the physiological level — which is, I think, the part that a lot of people find cold about science — interferes with our understanding the higher level. We can study both. We can try to understand why the Greeks noticed that humans perceive certain tones as pleasing. We can try to understand what happens when an electrical spike down a particular nerve reaches a particular part of my brain. We can study the parts of the brain that activate when I listen to music, and we can compare those regions of activation to the analogous regions in monkeys. We can ask people to describe in lurid detail what it is that they feel when they listen to A Love Supreme, and we can compare multiple people to understand the differences between them. We can do all of these things, and our understanding of any enriches our understanding of the rest.
Maybe part of the reason that there isn’t a well-developed science of subjective experience is that it’s hard. One of the points that Philip Kitcher makes in The Advancement of Science is that science will often handle idealizations of problems because the problems themselves are temporarily intractable without the idealization. Eventually, after they’ve fleshed out the details of the idealizations, they can relax some assumptions in the idealizations and get a more realistic model of the phenomenon they care about.
It’s also perhaps a question of goals. What questions do we want to answer about the subjective experience of listening to Coltrane? Do we want to be able to predict what John Doe, the subject under investigation, will say when asked for his feelings about Coltrane? Knowing that he’s deaf — a comparatively low-level detail about John, certainly lower-level than the subjective experience of “listening to a Coltrane album” — will tell us a great deal, just as knowing that my friend confuses the colors red and green suggests that his subjective experience of a Monet painting will be different than mine. That experience will be different, presumably, because red and green evoke different emotions for different reasons. The physiology directly feeds into the subjective experience. It doesn’t completely determine the subjective experience, but it does provide some explanatory power. Maybe knowing that I had a traumatic experience with frogs as a child will tell us a great deal about how I view the color green.
My point is this: it’s not clear to me that the only way — or even the best way — to understand a phenomenon is to study it “at its own level” (whatever that might mean). Quite often studying it at other levels gives us insight into the phenomenon. Studying a phenomenon scientifically only detracts from our appreciation of that phenomenon if we take our eyes off the prize (the prize being the phenomenon itself) or if we start to confuse an at-best-approximate model with the reality.
I might have completely misunderstood what Merleau-Ponty has to say; that would make sense, given that the sum of my exposure to him has been, in essence, the paragraph I quoted above. If I should know more, tell me what I should know.
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