Clash
of Vocations
Robert
West and I were classmates in college. He mentioned that his debate club team
will compete soon. I asked him what his team will debate. He answered that they
will argue for a certain proposition, and the next day, for the opposite
proposition.
I
was baffled. But, but, they can’t both be true! He patiently explained
that debate club rules require such reversals. My perplexity turned to alarm.
You mean... you’re expected to argue for something that you don’t believe?!
I
was shocked. I was scandalized. I felt like I had seen something
indecent. Robert West was visibly disgusted by my naiveté. He tried to tell me
that the whole point of the debate club is to develop rhetorical skill; but I
remained obdurate in my puritanism.
Looking
back, I now see that our clash of values was due to different vocations. I was
training to become a mathematician. My ideal was to Discover the Truth. He was
training to become a lawyer. His objective was to Win the Argument. Ultimately
my job was to ensure that the bridges don’t fall down; his job was to ensure
that, when the bridges do fall down, his clients don’t go to prison.
In
the many decades since then, I have slowly learned the pragmatic necessity for both
vocations; but just then I didn’t understand.
We
graduated and went our separate ways. Later we re-encountered, online, in a
discussion group with a small group of friends. He and I often disagreed; for
instance, on the reality of fictitious social constructs. I was moved to write:
‘Nonexistence
has consequences.’
He
was moved to reply:
‘
“Nonexistence has consequences”. True, but - ’
-
and right there I stopped reading! True, but?! Triggered, I stood up. I stormed
out of the room. To calm down, I did household chores. After I regained my
composure, I returned to the computer. I sat down. I braced myself, and I read
on. He said “true, but” even false social constructs have reality due to
community pressure. I begged to differ.
In
a related development, he and I later differed on the relative merits of
motivational self-deception vs therapeutic self-honesty.
But
one day we did agree on something; namely, that the correct name for our
species is not “Homo Sapiens”, meaning “Man the Wise”; for that name is aspirational,
not descriptive. We concurred that a scientifically accurate name
for our kind is “Homo Semisapiens”, meaning “Man the Half-Wise”. I was
pleased that we agreed.
But
then I stopped hearing from him. Soon my other online friends told me that he
had died.
I
was horrified. Did agreeing with me kill him? Or did the approach of death
weaken his rhetorical resolve? Perhaps Robert West could have argued for either
of these propositions with equal plausibility. I, myself, will never know for
sure.
Appendix:
Recently
I’ve learned another name for our species:
Homo Mendax.
Meaning
“Man the Liar”.
Only Homo Mendax or Homo Semisapiens would look at our
history and call us Homo “Sapiens”. So which are we really, liar or halfwit? I
call that question the “crook-or-fool dilemma”.
The
solution is that everyone lies to a crook, so they become fools; and fools lie
to themselves, so they become crooks. Therefore Mendax and Semisapiens meet in
the middle.
“Discover the Truth” is a Semisapiens ideal; “Win the Argument”
is a Mendax objective. So I played Semisapiens when I said “nonexistence has
consequences”, and West played Mendax when he said “True, but”. Even so, we are
one.
Plato wrote that the wise must become virtuous, to remain
wise. I concur: Mendax becomes
Semisapiens. But Semisapiens becomes Mendax: therefore the virtuous must wise
up, to remain virtuous.