Thinking critically about ‘critical thinking’
The triumph of Millian liberalism—one of the main ‘active ingredients’ in ‘critical thinking’—shows that such objections have fallen on deaf ears. But why? Why have ‘innovation’, ‘originality’, etc., become mesmerizing charms that neutralize criticism before it even gets started when so much that is produced in the name of innovation is obviously a change for the worse? An inventory of the fearsome social, political, and moral innovations made in this past century alone should have made every thinking person wary of unchaperoned innovation. One reason that innovation has survived with its reputation intact, Stove notes, is that Mill and his heirs have been careful to supply a ‘one-sided diet of examples’. You mention Columbus, but not Stalin, Copernicus, but not the Marquis de Sade, Socrates, but not Hegel. Mill never missed an opportunity to expatiate on the value of ‘originality’, ‘eccentricity’, and the like. ‘The amount of eccentricity in a society’, he wrote, ‘has generally been proportional to the amount of genius, mental vigor, and moral courage it contained’. But you never caught Mill dilating on the ‘improvement on established practice’ inaugurated by Robespierre and St. Just, or the ‘experiments in living’ conducted by the Marquis de Sade.
Still, in order to understand its world-conquering success, one has to go beyond simple credulity and an abundance of one-sided examples. Flattery comes into it. Mill was exceptionally adroit at appealing to his readers’ moral vanity. When he spoke (as he was always speaking) of ‘persons of decided mental superiority’, he made it seem as though he might actually be speaking about them. Mill said that there was ‘no reason that all human existence should be constructed on some one or some small number of patterns’. Quite right! Even if persons of genius are always likely to be ‘a small minority’, still we must ‘preserve the soil in which they grow’. Consequently, people have a duty to shun custom and nurture their individual ‘self-development’ if they are not to jeopardize ‘their fair share of happiness’ and the ‘mental, moral, and aesthetic stature of which their nature is capable’.
Mill’s blandishments went even deeper. In On Liberty, Mill presented himself as a prophet of individual liberty. He has often been regarded as such, especially by liberal academics, who of course have been instrumental in propagating the gospel according to Mill. And ‘gospel’ is the mot juste. Like many radical reformers, Mill promised almost boundless freedom, but he arrived bearing an exacting new system of belief. In this sense, as the histroian Maurice Cowling argues, On Liberty has been ‘one of the most influential of modern political tracts’, chiefly because ‘its purpose has been misunderstood’. Contrary to common opinion, Cowling wrote, Mill’s book was
not so much a plea for individual freedom, as a means of ensuring that Christianity would be superseded by that form of liberal, rationalising utilitarianism which went by the name of the Religion of Humanity. Mill’s liberalism was a dogmatic, religious one, not the soothing night-comforter for which it is sometimes mistaken. Mill’s object was not to free men, but to convert them, and convert them to a peculiarly exclusive, peculiarly insinuating moral doctrine. Mill wished to moralize all social activity. . . . Mill, no less than Marx, Nietzsche, or Comte, claimed to replace Christianity by ‘something better’. Atheists and agnostics, humanists and free-thinkers may properly give thanks to Mill.
This tension in Mill’s work—between Mill the libertarian and Mill the moralistic utilitarian—helps to account for the vertiginous quality that suffuses the liberalism for which On Liberty was a kind of founding scripture. Mill’s announced enemy can be summed up in words like ‘custom’, ‘prejudice’, ‘established morality’. All his work goes to undermine these qualities—not because the positions they articulate are necessarily in error but simply because, being customary, accepted on trust, established by tradition, they have not been subjected to the acid-test of his version of the utilitarian calculus. The tradition that Mill opposed celebrated custom, prejudice, and established morality precisely because they had prevailed and given good service through the vicissitudes of time and change; their longevity was an important token of their worthiness. Let us by all means acknowledge, as Edmund Burke acknowledged, that ‘a state without the means of some change is without the means of its conservation’. Still, Burke was right to extoll prejudice as that which ‘renders a man’s virtue his habit. . . . Through just prejudice, his duty becomes a part of his nature’.
Mill overturned this traditional view. Indeed, he was instrumental in getting the public to associate ‘prejudice’ indelibly with ‘bigotry’. He epitomized what the German philosopher Hans-Georg Gadamer called the Enlightenment’s ‘prejudice against prejudice’. For Mill, established morality is suspect first of all because it is established. His liberalism is essentially corrosive of existing societal arrangements, institutions, and morality. At bottom, Mill’s philosophy is a kind of inversion of Alexander Pope’s optimism: ‘Whatever is, is suspect’ might have been Mill’s motto. He constantly castigated such things as the ‘magical influence of custom’ (‘magical’ being a negative epithet for Mill), the ‘despotism of custom [that] is everywhere the standing hindrance to human advancement’, the ‘tyranny of opinion’ that makes it so difficult for ‘the progressive principle’ to flourish. According to Mill, the ‘greater part of the world has, properly speaking, no history because the sway of custom has been complete’.
Such passages reveal the core of moral arrogance inhabiting Mill’s liberalism. Liberty was always on Mill’s lips; a new orthodoxy was ever in his heart. There is an important sense in which the libertarian streak in On Liberty is little more than a prophylactic against the coerciveness that its assumption of virtuous rationality presupposes.
Such ‘paradoxes’ (to put it politely) show themselves wherever the constructive part of Mill’s doctrine is glimpsed through his cheerleading for freedom and eccentricity. Mill’s doctrine of liberty begins with a promise of emancipation. The individual, in order to construct a ‘life plan’ worthy of his nature, must shed the carapace of inherited opinion. He must learn to become adept at ‘critical thinking’, to subject all his former beliefs to rational scrutiny. He must dare to be ‘eccentric’, ‘novel’, ‘original’. At the same time, Mill notes, not without misgiving, that
As mankind improve, the number of doctrines which are no longer disputed or doubted will be constantly on the increase; the well-being of mankind may almost be measured by the number and gravity of the truths which have reached the point of being uncontested. The cessation, on one question after another, of serious controversy is one of the necessary incidents of the consolidation of opinion—a consolidation as salutary in the case of true opinions as it is dangerous and noxious when the opinions are erroneous.
In other words, the partisan of Millian liberalism undertakes the destruction of inherited custom and belief in order to construct a bulwark of custom and belief that can be inherited. As Mill put it in his Autobiography (posthumously published in 1873),
I looked forward, through the present age of loud disputes but generally weak convictions, to a future . . . [in which] convictions as to what is right and wrong, useful and pernicious, [will be] deeply engraven on the feelings by early education and general unanimity of sentiment, and so firmly grounded in reason and in the true exigencies of life, that they shall not, like all former and present creeds, religious, ethical, and political, require to be periodically thrown off and replaced by others.
So: a ‘unanimity of sentiment’ (a.k.a. custom) is all well and good as long as it is grounded in the ‘true exigencies of life’—as defined, of course, by J. S. Mill.
Mill’s utilitarianism provides one major model for ‘critical thinking.’ Another is found in the work of that modern Thrasymachus, Friedrich Nietzsche. In a celebrated epigram, Nietzsche wrote that ‘we have art lest we perish from the truth’. His disturbing thought was that art, with its fondness for illusion and make-believe, did not so much grace life as provide grateful distraction from life’s horrors. But Nietzsche’s real radicalism came in the way that he attempted to read life against truth.
Inverting the Platonic-Christian doctrine that linked truth with the good and the beautiful, Nietzsche declared truth to be ‘ugly’—a statement that, even now, has the capacity to bring one up short. Suspecting that ‘the will to truth might be a concealed will to death’, Nietzsche boldly demanded that ‘the value of truth must for once be experimentally called into question’. This ambition to put truth itself under the knife of human scrutiny is as it were the moral source of all those famous Nietzschean formulae about truth and knowledge—that ‘there are no facts, only interpretations’, that ‘to tell the truth’ is simply ‘to lie according to a fixed convention’, etc. As Nietzsche recognized, his effort to provide a genealogy of truth led directly ‘back to the moral problem: Why have morality at all when life, nature, and history are “not moral”?’ Nietzsche’s influence on contemporary intellectual life can hardly be overstated. ‘I am dynamite’, he declared shortly before sinking into irretrievable madness. He was right. In one way or another, his example is an indispensable background to almost every destructive intellectual movement the last century witnessed.: Deconstruction, poststructuralism, just about anything followed by the word ‘studies’ (gender studies, science studies, post-colonial studies): all trace a large part of their pedigree to Nietzsche’s obsession with power, in particular his subjugation of truth to scenarios of power. Foucault’s insistence that truth is always a coefficient of ‘regimes of power’, for example, is simply Nietzsche done over in black leather. And where would our deconstructionists and poststructuralists be without Nietzsche’s endlessly quoted declaration that truth is ‘a moveable host of metaphors, metonymies, and anthropomorphisms’? The philosopher Richard Rorty summed up Nietzsche’s importance when he enthusiastically observed that ‘it was Nietzsche who first explicitly suggested that we drop the whole idea of “knowing the truth.”’ Add a dollop of Marx for the appropriate degree of politization and presto: you have the formula for contemporary redactions of critical thinking.
Conceptually, such signature Nietzschean observations as ‘everything praised as moral is identical in essence with everything immoral’ add little to the message that Thrasymachus was dispensing twenty-five-hundred years ago. They are the predictable product of nominalism and the desire to say something shocking, a perennial combination among the intellectually impatient. Nietzsche’s real radicalism arises from the grandiosity of his hubris. His militant ‘God is dead’ atheism had its corollary: the dream of absolute self-creation, of a new sort of human being strong enough to dispense with inherited morality and create, in Nietzsche’s phrase, its ‘own new tables of what is good’. This ambition is at the root of Nietzsche’s goal of effecting a ‘transvaluation of all values’. It is also what makes his philosophy such an efficient solvent of traditional moral thought.
Truth vs. life: it was Nietzsche’s startling conclusion that science was at bottom allied with nihilism because of its uncompromising commitment to truth. ‘All science’, he wrote, ‘has at present the object of dissuading man from his former respect for himself’. In order to salvage life from science ‘the value of truth must for once be experimentally called into question’. It is one of the curious features of Nietzsche’s mature thought that he wished to question the value of truth while upholding honesty as his one remaining virtue. Traditionally, the moral virtues have been all of a piece. For example, Aquinas observes that ‘nearly all are agreed in saying’ that the moral virtues are interconnected, that ‘discernment belongs to prudence, rectitude to justice’, and so on. It is worth asking whether honesty, sundered from the family of virtues, remains a virtue—whether, in the end, it even remains honest. Untempered by other virtues, honesty functions not so much to reveal truth as to expose it. Is that honest?
Nietzsche clung to honesty after abandoning the other virtues because it allowed him to fashion the most ruthless instrument of interrogation imaginable. Difficulty, not truth, became his criterion of value. Thus he embraced the horrifying idea of the Eternal Recurrence primarily because he considered it ‘the hardest possible thought’—whether it was also true didn’t really matter.
Nietzsche opposed honesty to truth. He looked to art as a ‘countermovement’ to nihilism not because he thought that art could furnish us with the truth but because it accustomed us to living openly with untruth. Ultimately, Nietzsche’s ideal asks us to transform our life into a work of art. Accepting Schopenhauer’s inversion of the traditional image of man, Nietzsche no longer finds human life dignified in itself: if man is essentially an expression of irrational will, then in himself he is morally worthless. This is the dour irony that attends Nietzsche’s effort to burden man with the task of creating values rather than acknowledging them. And it is here, too, that Nietzsche’s aestheticism and his rejection of morality intersect. For Nietzsche, man is not an end in himself but only ‘a bridge, a great promise’. In order to redeem that promise, man must treat life with the same imperiousness and daring that the artist brings to his work. If, as Nietzsche argued, ‘life itself is essentially appropriation, injury, overpowering what is alien and weaker; suppression, hardness, . . . and at least, at its mildest, exploitation’, then it is hardly surprising that the perfect aesthete will also be the perfect tyrant.
Nietzsche never tired of pointing out that the demands of traditional morality fly in the face of life. One might say, Yes, and that is precisely why morality is so valuable: it acknowledges that man’s allegiance is not only to life but also to what ennobles life— that, indeed, life itself is not the highest court of appeals. But for Nietzsche the measure of nobility is the uninhibited pulse of life: hence his penchant for biological and physiological metaphors, his invocation of ‘ascending’ and ‘descending’ forms of art and life. He defines the good as that which enhances the feeling of life. If ‘to see others suffer does one good, to make others suffer even more’, then violence and cruelty may have to be granted the patent of morality and enlisted in the aesthete’s palette of diversions. In more or less concentrated form, Nietzsche’s ideal is also modernity’s ideal. It is an ideal that subordinates morality to power in order to transform life into an aesthetic spectacle. It promises freedom and exaltation. But as Novalis points out, it is really the ultimate attainment of the barbarian.
Nihilism without tears
The impulse of ‘critical thinking’ comes in a variety of flavors, from bitter to cloyingly sweet, and it can be made to serve a wide range of philosophical outlooks. That is part of what makes it so dangerous. One of the most beguiling and influential American practioners was Richard Rorty (1931-2007). Once upon a time, Rorty was a serious analytic philosopher. Since the late 1970s, however, he increasingly busied himself explaining why philosophy must jettison its concern with outmoded things like truth and human nature. According to him, philosophy should turn itself into a form of literature or—as he sometimes puts it—‘fantasizing’. He was set on ‘blurring the literature-philosophy distinction and promoting the idea of a seamless, undifferentiated “general text”’, in which, say, Aristotle’s Metaphysics, a television program, and a French novel might coalesce into a fit object of hermeneutical scrutiny. Thus it is that Rorty believed that ‘the novel, the movie, and the TV program have, gradually but steadily, replaced the sermon and the treatise as the principal vehicles of moral change and progress’.
As almost goes without saying, Rorty’s attack on philosophy and his celebration of culture as an ‘undifferentiated “general text” ’ earned him many honors. Indeed, Richard Rorty is widely regarded today as regarded himself: as a sort of secular sage, dispensing exhortations on all manner of subjects, as readily on the op-ed page of major newspapers as between the covers of an academic book of philosophical essays. Rorty’s tone was always soothing, the rhetoric impish, the message nihilistic but cheerful. It turned out to be an unbeatable recipe for success, patronizing the reader with the thought that there is nothing that cannot be patronized.
Rorty did not call himself a utilitarian or a Nietzschean. That might be too off-putting. Instead, he called himself a ‘pragmatist’ or ‘liberal ironist’. What Rorty wanted, as he explained in his book Philosophy and the Mirror of Nature, was ‘philosophy without epistemology’, that is, philosophy without truth. In brief, Rorty wanted a philosophy (if we can still call it that) which ‘aims at continuing the conversation rather than at discovering truth’. He could manage to abide ‘truths’ with a small t and in the plural: truths that we don’t take too seriously and wouldn’t dream of foisting upon others: truths, in other words, that are true merely by linguistic convention: truths, that is to say, that are not true. What he could not bear—and could not bear to have us bear—is the idea of Truth that is somehow more than that.
Rorty generally tried to maintain a chummy, easygoing persona. This is consistent with his role as a ‘liberal ironist’, i.e., someone who thinks that ‘cruelty is the worst thing we can do’ (the liberal part) but who, believing that moral values are utterly contingent, also believes that what counts as ‘cruelty’ is a sociological or linguistic construct. (This is where the irony comes in: ‘I do not think’, Rorty wrote, ‘there are any plain moral facts out there . . . nor any neutral ground on which to stand and argue that either torture or kindness are [sic] preferable to the other’.)
Accordingly, one thing that was certain to earn Rorty’s contempt is the spectacle of philosophers without sufficient contempt for the truth. ‘You can still find philosophy professors’, he told us witheringly, ‘who will solemnly tell you that they are seeking the truth, not just a story or a consensus but an honest-to-God, down-home, accurate representation of the way the world is’. That’s the problem with liberal ironists: they are ironical about everything except their own irony, and are serious about tolerating everything except seriousness.
As Rorty was quick to point out, the ‘bedrock metaphilosophical issue’ here is whether we have any non-linguistic access to reality. Does language ‘go all the way down’? Or does language point to a reality beyond itself, a reality that exercises a legitimate claim on our attention and provides a measure and limit for our descriptions of the world? In other words, is truth something that we invent? Or something that we discover?
The main current of Western culture has overwhelmingly endorsed the latter view. But Rorty firmly endorsed the idea that truth is merely a human invention. He wanted us to drop ‘the notion of truth as correspondence with reality altogether’ and realize that there is ‘no difference that makes a difference’ between the statement ‘it works because it’s true’ and ‘it’s true because it works’. He told us that ‘Sentences like . . . ‘Truth is independent of the human mind’ are simply platitudes used to inculcate . . . the common sense of the West’. Of course, Rorty was right that such sentences ‘inculcate . . . the common sense of the West’. He was even right that they are ‘platitudes’. The statement ‘The sun rises in the east’ is another such platitude.
Rorty looked forward to a culture—he called it a ‘liberal utopia’—in which the ‘Nietzschean metaphors’ of self-creation are finally ‘literalized’, i.e., made real. For philosophers, or people who used to be philosophers, this would mean a culture that ‘took for granted that philosophical problems are as temporary as poetic problems, that there are no problems which bind the generations together in a single natural kind called “humanity”’.
Rorty recognized that most people are not yet liberal ironists. Many people still believe that there is such a thing as truth independent of their thoughts. Some even continue to entertain the idea that their identity is more than a distillate of biological and sociological accidents. Rorty knew this. Whether he also knew that his own position as a liberal ironist crucially depended on most people being non-ironists is another question. One suspects not. In any event, he was clearly impatient with what he refered to as ‘a particular historically conditioned and possibly transient’ view of the world, that is, the pre-ironical view for which things like truth and morality still matter. Rorty, in short, was a connoisseur of contempt. He could hardly have been more explicit about this. He told us in the friendliest possible way that he wanted us to ‘get to the point where we no longer worship anything, where we treat nothing as a quasi divinity, where we treat everything—our language, our conscience, our community—as a product of time and chance’. What Rorty wanted, in short, was philosophy without philosophy. The ‘liberal utopia’ he envisioned is a utopia in which philosophy as traditionally conceived had conveniently emasculated itself, abandoned the search for truth, and lived on as a repository of more or less bracing exercises in fantasy.
In his book Overcoming Law, the jurist and legal philosopher Richard Posner criticizes Rorty for his ‘deficient sense of fact’ and ‘his belief in the plasticity of human nature’, noting that both are ‘typical of modern philosophy’. They are typical, anyway, of certain influential strains of modern philosophy. And it is in the union of these two things—a deficient sense of fact and a utopian belief in the unbounded plasticity of human nature—that the legacy of Nietzsche bears its most poisonous fruit.
The cognitive pessimism espoused by figures such as Rorty has moral as well as intellectual implications. When Rorty, expatiating on the delights of his liberal utopia, said that ‘a postmetaphysical culture seems to me no more impossible than a postreligious one, and equally desirable’, he perhaps spoke truer than he purposed. For despite the tenacity of non-irony in many sections of society, there is much in our culture that shows the disastrous effects of Nietzsche’s dream of a postmetaphysical, ironized society of putative self-creators. And of course to say that such a society would be as desirable as a postreligious society amounts to saying also that it would be just as undesirable.
Like his fellow liberal ironists, Rorty took radical secularism as an unarguable good. For him, religion, like truth—like anything that transcends our contingent self-creations—belongs to the childhood of mankind. Ironists are beyond all that, and liberal ironists are beyond it with a smile and a little joke.
Appearance vs. reality?
But of course whether our culture really is ‘postreligious’ remains very much an open question. That liberal ironists such as Richard Rorty make do without religion does not tell us very much about the matter. In an essay called ‘The Self-Poisoning of the Open Society’, the Polish philosopher Leszek Kolakowski (1927-2009) observes that the idea that there are no fundamental disputes about moral and spiritual values is ‘an intellectualist self-delusion, a half-conscious inclination by Western academics to treat the values they acquired from their liberal education as something natural, innate, corresponding to the normal disposition of human nature’. Since liberal ironists like Richard Rorty do not believe that anything is natural or innate, Kolakowski’s observation has to be slightly modified to fit him. But his general point remains, namely that ‘the net result of education freed of authority, tradition, and dogma is moral nihilism’. Kolakowski readily admits that the belief in a unique core of personality ‘is not a scientifically provable truth’. But he argues that, ‘without this belief, the notion of personal dignity and of human rights is an arbitrary concoction, suspended in the void, indefensible, easy to be dismissed’, and hence prey to totalitarian doctrines and other intellectual and spiritual deformations.
The Promethean dreams of writers such as Nietzsche and Rorty depend critically on their denying the reality of anything that transcends the prerogatives of their efforts at self-creation. Traditionally, the recognition of such realities has been linked to a recognition of the sacred. It is a mistake typical of intellectuals to believe that this link can be severed with impunity. As Kolakowski notes elsewhere, ‘Culture, when it loses its sacred sense, loses all sense’.
With the disappearance of the sacred . . . arises one of the most dangerous illusions of our civilization—the illusion that there are no limits to the changes that human life can undergo, that society is ‘in principle’ an endlessly flexible thing, and that to deny this flexibility and this perfectibility is to deny man’s total autonomy and thus to deny man himself.
It is a curious irony that proponents of ‘critical thinking’ from Mill and Nietzsche to Richard Rorty are reluctant children of the Enlightenment. Remember Kant’s motto for the Enlightenment: sapere aude, ‘Dare to know!’ For the proponent of ‘critical thinking’, the liberal ironist, and other paragons of disillusionment, that motto has been revised to read ‘Dare to believe that there is nothing to know’. The Enlightenment sought to emancipate man by liberating reason and battling against superstition. It has turned out, however, that when reason is liberated entirely from tradition—which means also when it is liberated entirely from any acknowledgment of what transcends it—reason grows rancorous and hubristic: it becomes, in short, something irrational.
Philosophy itself has been an important casualty of this development. It is no accident that so much modern philosophy has been committed to bringing us the gospel of the end of philosophy. Once it abandons its vocation as the love of wisdom, philosophy inevitably becomes the gravedigger of its highest ambitions, interring itself with tools originally forged to perpetuate its service to truth.
It is an axiom of ‘critical thinking’ that the extent of our disillusionment is a reliable index of our wisdom: the idea that somehow the less we believe the more enlightened we are. There is, however, a curious irony here. For there is an important sense in which philosophy must contribute to the reduction of human experience. At least, it must begin by contributing to it, and this for the same reason that philosophy cannot proceed without a large element of doubt. There is something essentially corrosive about the probing glance of philosophy: something essentially dis-illusioning. If our goal is a human understanding of the world, then the activity of philosophy must itself be part of what philosophy investigates and criticizes.
Yet if philosophy begins by interrogating our everyday understanding of the world, all of its fancy conceptual footwork is for naught if it does not in the end lead us to affirm a fully human world. It is a delicate matter. In one sense, philosophy is the helpmeet of science. It aids in the task of putting our conceptual household in order: tidying up arguments, discarding unjustified claims. But in another sense, philosophy peeks over the shoulder of science to a world that science in principle cannot countenance. The problem is that we do not, cannot, inhabit the abstract world that science describes. Scientific rationality replaces the living texture of experience with a skeleton of ‘causes’, ‘drives’, ‘impulses’, and the like.
The enormous power over nature that science has brought man is only part of its attraction. Psychologically just as important is the power it gives one to dispense with the human claims of experience. How liberating to know that kindness is just another form of egotism! That beauty is merely a matter of fatty tissues being arranged properly! That every inflection of our emotional life is nothing but the entirely predictable result of glandular activity! Just another, merely, nothing but . . . How liberating, how dismissive are these instruments of dispensation—but how untrue, finally, to our experience.
In this sense, scientific rationality is a temptation as well as an accomplishment because inherent in its view of the world is an invitation to forget one’s humanity. By regarding all problems as technical problems, susceptible to human manipulation and control, ‘critical thinking’ fosters a species of Prometheanism—a form of ‘rationalism’ that, as the philosopher Michael Oakeshott observed, dreamed of ‘thought free from any authority save the authority of “reason”’ as well as thought committed to the ‘evanescence of imperfection’. It is worth noting that it is precisely this Promethean aspect of scientific rationalism that links it with evil. As the Austrian novelist Robert Musil put it, the feeling that ‘nothing in life can be relied on unless it is firmly nailed down is a basic feeling embedded in the sobriety of science; and though we are too respectable to call it the Devil, a slight whiff of brimstone still clings to it’.
The antidote to ‘critical thinking’ involves the application of a paradox and the recognition of a reality. The paradox (or apparent paradox) revolves around the fact that the way out of the impasse of ‘critical thinking’ is not the abandonment of criticism but its more intelligent deployment, which means its deployment in accordance within the moral and intellectual limits of ‘the good for man.’ The recognition revolves around the acknowledgment that the human world is not the abstract world distilled by the operation of reason, but a world of appearances, a world of tangible realities that have myriad historical tendrils and interconnections. Reaffirming that world challenges not only the cult of ‘critical thinking’ but also the scientism that glorifies technology and seeks to realize Descartes’s dream of rendering man ‘the master and possessor of nature’. In this sense, to challenge ‘critical thinking’ is also to challenge the Kantian ideal of man as an autonomous being: it is, in short, to recognize that in a deep sense man does not ‘give the law to himself’ but must depend upon something that transcends him.
Reason allows us to distinguish between appearance and reality; but our reality turns out to be rooted firmly in the realm of appearance. As the English philosopher Roger Scruton observed,
The scientific attempt to explore the ‘depth’ of human things is accompanied by a singular danger. For it threatens to destroy our response to the surface. Yet it is on the surface that we live and act: it is there that we are created, as complex appearances sustained by the social interaction which we, as appearances, also create. It is in this thin top-soil that the seeds of human happiness are sown, and the reckless desire to scrape it away—a desire which has inspired all those ‘sciences of man’, from Marx and Freud to sociobiology—deprives us of our consolation.
Consolation? Indeed, more: it threatens to deprive us of our humanity. In Plato’s phrase, philosophy turns out in the end to be an effort to ‘save the appearances’.
We all of us inhabit a world irretrievably shaped by science; we know that the sun does not really move from east to west, just as we know that the stars are not really hung like lamps from the sky. And yet . . . W. H. Auden was right when he observed that ‘We seem to have reached a point where if the word “real” can be used at all, then the only world which is “real” for us, as in the world in which all of us, including scientists, are born, work, love, hate and die, is the primary phenomenal world as it is and always has been presented to us through our senses, a world in which the sun moves across the sky from east to west, the stars are hung like lamps in the vault of heaven, the measure of magnitude is the human body and objects are either in motion or at rest.’ We recognize the legitimacy of that reality—our reality—every time we wake and find that the sun, once again, has risen. Enlightenment is a grand idea. But Bismarck was right about laws and sausages.