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Search for Truth  

by Vardis Fisher

The Idaho Statesman, October 10,1945

 

      The gentle soul who fills this space daily doesn't like to be everlastingly finding fault with the human scheme of things.  It would be much nicer to sing hallelujah and think our dreams are getting better all the time.  The world loves optimists even when their optimism rests on nothing more substantial than emotional meringue, and always casts a dubious eye in the direction of those who say that human institutions fall slightly short of perfection.  But errors like weeds have a way of thriving if they are not uprooted.  Indeed, it can be said that errors are the weeds, with no pun intended, and that truth is often a rather delicate plant that needs a lot of cultivating.  

      And a lot of weeding.  

      On the basis of the knowledge available today to anyone with the time to dig it out of libraries, the millions of words that appear every week in the mediums of communication are as full of errors as the typical victory garden was of weeds.  This columnist regards it as his business to go after those weeds.  If now and then he yanks up what seems to you to be a carrot or a gladiolus, an onion or an aster, you may be right, because the best weeders in the world do hoe up a lot of corn (and again no pun is intended).  

      The most a person can hope for over a long stretch is to come out with a field that looks well cultivated, and expect that the truth now and then will get clipped along with the errors.  But it is well not to mistake prejudice for truth.  It is a fact that a lot of people say a thing is false merely because they have always accepted the contrary as true without ever looking into the matter.  

      In all candor it is this columnist's belief that hunting for the truth can be the most exciting game in life.  But it is a tough game.  Truth is completely indifferent to race, color, and creed.  It doesn't care a whoop about childhood prejudices.  It doesn't care how much feelings are hurt, or what sensitive feet are walked on.  And anybody who plays the game is going to learn that his discoveries will offend him a hundred times for every time they flatter him.  

      In the realm of knowledge there are facts, there are things that are probably facts, there are things that are possibly facts, and there are the illusions and superstitions and legends.  As an instance of a fact we can take the city of Chicago or the Mississippi river and a great many others, most of them belonging in the field of the exact sciences.  As a thing that is probably a fact we can take the current assumption that human beings will eventually harness the energy in the atomic bomb.  As a thing that is possibly a fact we can take the report that Stalin has a sick liver.  

      As an instance of superstition we can take the belief that it is better to plant certain things in certain phases of the moon; or that babies can be birthmarked through the mental processes of their mothers; or that various itches and twitches portend certain events.  As an illusion we can take anyone looking in a mirror and thinking that he is handsome.  As a legend we can take the assumption that Dec. 25th is the birthday of Jesus.  

      Yes, to sort the facts from the illusions, superstitions, and legends is an exciting game.  It is a game that humbles and chastens, that makes optimism look fine when there is sound reason for it, and pretty silly when there isn't.  It's a tough game for the wishful thinker who is going on believing what he believes "no matter what science says."  But for those --and there are a lot of them in the world today, including all genuine scientists -- who like a hard fast game with no holds barred, there's nothing better.

      If a thing is true it is worthy of everyone's respect.  If it is false, it ought to be weeded out.  This columnist regards himself as a minor weeder, and everything as his province that is printable.  Now and then he may jerk up the vegetables, but it is always well to take a second look at them to see if they are carrots and cabbages, or burdock and plaintain.  There's an awful pile of weeds in this world with a superficial resemblance to the truth.


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