3H1P: Do I ever succumb to superstition?
Welcome to my first entry in Ziztur’s “3H1P” project. To quote her own description,
3H1P is a blogging project wherein three heathens (Ziztur, Flimsy and Petter) and one pastor (Keith) answer questions posed by readers of the blog and discuss various issues related to religion, philosophy, science, etc. If you have a question that you'd like to see answered by 3H1P, ask it in the comment box. We promise we'll probably get to it.
Some time back, EdW wrote:
I would love to hear about whether The 3 Heathens (which sounds like the best/worst Disney feature ever) find themselves succumbing to superstition in their lives. Personally, I have an assortment of "lucky" objects that I carry -- and I love to make bargains with the Universe, or my car. "I promise I'll get you premium gas next time if you just don't die on the way to the airport".
I guess the question would apply to P.Keith as well -- do you ever find yourself doing things that you consider superstitious and silly?
I think it's important on both sides to acknowledge that we all are perfectly capable of believing absurd things, and sometimes that's okay. My lucky objects are great conversation starters.
-EdW
I also seem to recall a question in some blog comment—though as I cannot find it, it may be that I misremember—asking whether we heathens ever doubt the correctness of our atheism. Whether the question was asked or not, I think it’s a good question that works well as a subquestion to the above. As is my wont, I will take these talking points and, rather than provide a succinct answer, extrapolate and wax philosophical about it.
I can’t think of instances when I succumb to superstition, for the simple reason that if I am aware of it, I refuse to allow myself to do so. That does not, of course, mean that I don’t succumb, only that if I do, I do so when I’m unaware of the fact…and I expect that this does happen. After all, we are all human; we are all subject to the same cognitive biases, type I (false positive) errors, pareidolia, rampant teleology, confusing correlation with causation, and all the rest. On top of that, in our daily lives we have to deal with the cognitive limitations of being individual people and dealing with sample-of-one events rather than having the leisure to evaluate everything as a proper scientific experiment.
On top of this, there is the interesting idea I have heard bandied about that truly understanding an idea requires a thought process virtually identical to actually believing it—temporarily suspending disbelief. I do not know whether this is literally true or not, and for my purposes this is irrelevant. In my own, subjective experience, it certainly appears that truly understanding an idea requires adopting a point of view from which the positive arguments make sense. It is true that when I read some of the more well-written arguments for some fantastic thing or other, be it Christianity or naturopathy or ESP, there is a part of my brain that goes “Huh” and has to be reined in once I sit back and apply critical thinking.
(On an aside, this means that there are plenty of things I simply cannot understand, but dismiss nonetheless. I do not think this unjustified. If a belief clearly leads to particular predictions that do not hold, or relies on flawed assumptions, I can safely dismiss the whole edifice even if I do not know what it is like to mentally inhabit it. I cannot imagine what it is like to live in a universe where 2+2=5, but I don’t need to; I know it is untrue nonetheless.)
So on any given day, I—hard-nosed skeptic extraordinaire—may very briefly belief in Christianity, Islam, telepathy, and who knows what. I may wish I didn’t, but such is the case: Especially with Christianity; after all I grew up Christian, if not very hardcore, and I was at least ten years old by the time I realised that the painful “crisis of faith” I had suffered, complete with prayers for “a sign”, was really the anguish of cognitive dissonance as I strove to believe in something unbelievable.
Perhaps you, gentle reader, have also experienced the phenomenon of agreeing with a writer or a speaker so long as you are reading, or listening, to his or her words—only to emerge from the spell and start questioning? My tendency to do this is probably why I prefer reading to listening when it comes to (purported) fact, as I find it easier to pause and critically analyse something when I’m reading it than if I’m swept along by the pace of the spoken word (this is why I read blogs but do not listen to podcasts).
Ironically, one of the best responses to this temporary vacillating comes from C.S. Lewis and his Mere Christianity—I generally disliked it, but I found this part inspiring:
Roughly speaking, the word Faith seems to be used by Christians in two senses or on two levels, and I will take them in turn. In the first sense it means simply Belief—accepting or regarding as true the doctrines of Christianity. That is fairly simple. But what does puzzle people-at least it used to puzzle me—is the fact that Christians regard faith in this sense as a virtue. I used to ask how on earth it can be a virtue—what is there moral or immoral about believing or not believing a set of statements? Obviously, I used to say, a sane man accepts or rejects any statement, not because he wants to or does not want to, but because the evidence seems to him good or bad. If he were mistaken about the goodness or badness of the evidence that would not mean he was a bad man, but only that he was not very clever. And if he thought the evidence bad but tried to force himself to believe in spite of it, that would be merely stupid.
Well, I think I still take that view. But what I did not see then—and a good many people do not see still—was this. I was assuming that if the human mind once accepts a thing as true it will automatically go on regarding it as true, until some real reason for reconsidering it turns up. In fact, I was assuming that the human mind is completely ruled by reason. But that is not so. For example, my reason is perfectly convinced by good evidence that anaesthetics do not smother me and that properly trained surgeons do not start operating until I am unconscious. But that does not alter the fact that when they have me down on the table and clap their horrible mask over my face, a mere childish panic begins inside me. I start thinking I am going to choke, and I am afraid they will start cutting me up before I am properly under. In other words, I lose my faith in anaesthetics. It is not reason that is taking away my faith: on the contrary, my faith is based on reason. It is my imagination and emotions. The battle is between faith and reason on one side and emotion and imagination on the other.
In this sense—and only in this specific sense—it is with faith in my convictions of the rational approach to the universe that I meet these momentary weaknesses. Faith-1 is bad; faith-2 is a good thing, and we need it to counter the non-rational vacillations of our primate brains.
To draw on a concrete example, I went for my flu shots back in the fall. (I was lucky enough to get both the seasonal and H1N1 shot, even though I did not qualify as a member of any of the H1N1 priority groups at the time: The clinic had prepared too many doses that morning, and the doctor offered them to non-qualifying patients rather than having to throw them out at the end of the day.) I read a lot about vaccination, and about anti-vaccination shenanigans. I am among those who regard vaccinations as the second greatest medical invention or discovery of all time (right behind the medical importance of hygiene). I consider the anti-vaccination movement dangerously misguided at best, and am happy to refer you here to ponder its consequences.
And yet, actually walking into the clinic to get those shots was not psychologically trivial. In part this is no doubt because I’m not a big fan of needles, but I also had a small encyclopedia of anti-vaccination claims floating in my mind, accompanied by fears ranging from the ludicrous—think squalene, aluminium adjuvants, antifreeze, mercury causing autism—to the disproportionate, such as the (in fact extremely minute) risk of Guillain-Barré syndrome, a very rare side effect of flu vaccination. I would be lying if I said that I went in without any hesitation.
But I know better than to just listen to my fears. I have faith-2 in the safety of vaccines, in the fact that while there are a few tiny risks, the odds that it will save my life from disease (and protect people around me whom I might otherwise infect) are vastly greater than those risks; and some of the risks aren’t real at all. So I went in, got my shots, took a low-key day of reading, coffee, and puttering around with my computer as I suffered the common side effect of mild ache and fever the next day, and went back to life as usual the day after that. (I did not contract Guillain-Barré syndrome, I did not become autistic, and in general suffered no side effects.)
This is not the only example I could give. I try to apply the same sort of critical thinking whenever I am faced with a choice and feel a gut instinct that does not seem well supported by evidence. It happens that my response to a difficult choice is to look up statistics and do my best to mathematically assess statistical probabilities rather than attempt to tackle emotionally laden issues head-on. (Did you know, for instance, that some 20% of the population carries HSV-2, the virus that causes ‘genital’ herpes, but 80% of them don’t know it? This means that about 17% of everyone who is not aware of carrying HSV-2 actually does, and if you have protected sex with a person of unknown HSV-2 status, you run—very approximately—a 0.42% annual risk of contracting the virus if you are male, twice that if female. HSV-2 is not tested for in standard STI screening panels.)
I’m told I’m uncommonly rational about such things—which I take as a great compliment, even if it’s a bit disturbing to think that most people do not try their best to rationally evaluate risks and probabilities. To me, it seems irresponsible not to try. Of course, I’m sure that I often fall short—but as I said in the beginning, I don’t allow myself to fall short when I’m aware of the problem.
The disturbing question is, how often do I face a hard choice and go with my gut reaction without first questioning it? I don’t know.
My model for dealing with gut feelings is, of course, Carl Sagan. As he memorably recounted in The Demon-Haunted World,
I’m frequently asked,
Do you believe there’s extraterrestrial intelligence?I give the standard arguments—there are a lot of places out there, the molecules of life are everywhere, I use the word billions, and so on. Then I say it would be asonishing to me if there weren’t extraterrestrial intelligence, but of course there is as yet no compelling evidence for it.Often, I’m asked next,
What do you really think?I say,
I just told you what I really think.
Yes, but what’s your gut feeling?But I try not to think with my gut. If I’m serious about understanding the world, thiniing with anything besides my brain, tempting as that might be, is likely to get me into trouble. Really, it’s okay to reserve judgment until the evidence is in.
Labels: Ask-a-Q, biases, fallacies, Petter, skepticism
