Theuth and the Loss of Truth
I tend to read too many books at once. On my reading list as of today are Deep Work: Rules for Focused Success in a Distracted World by Cal Newport, How to Think Like Aquinas: The Sure Way to Perfect Your Mental Powers by Kevin Yost, A Shepherd in Combat Boots: Chaplain Emil Kapaun of the 1st Cavalry Division by William L. Maher, How to Read a Book by Mortimer J. Adler and Charles Van Doren, I’m Staying with My Boys: The Heroic Life of Sgt. John Basilone, USMC, and The Case for Catholic Education by Ryan N. S. Topping.
I’m not making much progress in any of them because my attention is divided between too many of them.
Contrary to what modern life seems to expect (even demand), the human mind does not multitask well. No matter how much we try, we can’t really give 110 percent because, by definition, 100 percent is all there is. So, even if I could devote 100 percent of my time and attention to just reading, that total amount of time and attention would still get divided six ways by my current reading list. (Well, by an even larger divisor, since I also read material on-line, especially comic books from the 70s and 80s.)
And so I’ve been increasingly scatter-brained as I continue to scatter my brain between too many different projects at once. I cannot help but see how my divided attention has affected my ability to get things done. I’m a relatively bright professional with years of experience and a modicum of mental stability and sensible maturity. If I struggle with divided attention, how much moreso must my students struggle?
For example, several months ago, I was talking with one of my 7th grade classes about the intellectual and educational achievements of James Madison, who, at about the age of 16, could translate from memory the tenth chapter of John’s Gospel, moving between English, Greek, and Latin. One of my bright, talented 7th grade Regis Knights scoffed, claiming in all seriousness that he was smarter than James Madison. How did the student know? Because, as he explained, he could pull his smart phone out of his pocket and Google whatever he wanted to know.
Another example: A few weeks ago, one class of 8th graders and I discussed a few of the finer points of the relationship between Aunt Polly and Tom Sawyer. I asked what I thought was a fairly simple question. Not a single student ventured a response. Somewhat discouraged, I wrote the question on the whiteboard, referred the students to the appropriate chapter, and asked them to read and discover. After a handful of minutes, an exchange much like this took place:
Student: Mr. C, what page is the answer on?
Me: It’s in the chapter I asked you to re-read.
Not much after this brief exchange, the student was on his laptop, attempting to use the internet to find the answer to the question.
And that second example was the final nail. I am now firmly convinced that the internet is doing grievous harm to the human soul. We live in a dystopian future where internet search engines have replaced human memory and where search engine programmers have replaced intellectual effort and achievement with a bountiful selection of clickable links on a screen. We live in a world where the predictions of Thamus about the written word have come true with a vengeance.
Socrates tells us about Thamus in Plato’s Phaedrus. Thamus, an Egyptian god-king, has a conversation with Theuth, an inventor god. Theuth claims that the invention of writing is a praiseworthy thing because it “will make the Egyptians wiser and give them better memories”. Thamus disagrees:
"O most ingenious Theuth, the parent or inventor of an art is not always the best judge of the utility or inutility of his own inventions to the users of them. And in this instance, you who are the father of letters, from a paternal love of your own children have been led to attribute to them a quality which they cannot have; for this discovery of yours will create forgetfulness in the learners' souls, because they will not use their memories; they will trust to the external written characters and not remember of themselves."
Note the emphasis I’ve added to the quoted text. The written word does not improve memory, according to Thamus; rather, the written word degrades memory. Thamus goes on:
"The specific which you have discovered is an aid not to memory, but to reminiscence, and you give your disciples not truth, but only the semblance of truth; they will be hearers of many things and will have learned nothing; they will appear to be omniscient and will generally know nothing; they will be tiresome company, having the show of wisdom without the reality."
Hearken back to that 7th grade student and his smart phone. That marvelous product of scientific engineering does not equal intelligence. It does not lead to truth, but instead gives the student access to thousands of different narratives, many of which contradict each other. The truth might be in there somewhere, but Google alone cannot produce it. Instead of truth, what is much more likely is confusion that is banished by confirmation bias. Instead of truth, I search until I find what conforms to what I want to be true or what I already believe to be true. I can construct a coherent world-view by “solving” my confusion this way, but I won’t end up with the truth (except by accident) or with anything resembling a real education, the end of which is the acquisition of truth rather than the mere accumulation of data.
5/8/2021 04:22:50 pm
The truth I see every day in my class...I now battle with the brilliant apps: Mathway and Photomath....one picture and presto there’s the answer.
5/9/2021 09:55:05 am
And, MsWeikel, it's an answer without understanding. It's the mathematical equivalent of a parrot repeating a few words that it can never hope to understand.
5/9/2021 07:25:28 am
yes, it is hard to see how the internet has done any good. Yes, it is like having a vast library at your finger tips (and in the past I have suffered when I lacked a good library and had to travel to find one) but it seems to dull the mind of the user rather than inform it.
5/10/2021 10:14:45 am
I whole heartedly agree. Thanks
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