Pragmatism and My Philosophy

by Paul O'Brien

In my opinion, William James's most important essay is "What Pragmatism Means" (from 1907 from his collection of transcribed lectures, Pragmatism). It's good just for an introductory look at what pragmatism is all about, and I think (and hope) you can get just a little sense of how charming and insightful his writing can be. I can't tell you how excited I was the first time I read James, because for once I was reading the ideas of someone who was being truly intellectual and genuinely honest and human at the same time. That's a rare combination, don't you think? Since I've read him, I've had the pleasure of finding similarly honest and intelligent thinkers (like Becker in Denial of Death), but James still stands out in my mind.

If you don't mind, I would just like to offer some of my ideas on the matter; I mean about pragmatism, God, death, and philosophy in general (although that's kind of a lot, isn't it?). I could really bore you with all the details of this stuff, but I'll try not to. Let me just start by telling you what I think pragmatism is all about and what makes it so special.

Many people think that there is this ultimate, knowable truth out there in the world. They think it's objective, and they think that when and if we find it, it will provide us with dogmatic answers.

You know and I know that lots of people have claimed that they've already found this truth; for example, a fundamentalist Christian who believes that she has found the truth in God and the Bible. Of course, lots of other people respond with arguments and reasons as to why these people haven't found the truth after all (and these reasons are pretty easy when arguing against a fundamentalist). The problem is, people still think there is this ultimate truth still out there that will solve everything once we find it.

I have lots of problems with that belief. How do we know there is some ultimate truth? I've always wondered why we as humans often just assume there is, but I guess I can understand why. If I flip a coin and cover the result, you're still going to believe that there is a truth about whether that coin is heads or tails, right? You just don't know which one it is yet. These people think the same thing about God; the answer isn't clear to us yet, but it's got to be one or the other ultimately.

But then the problem is, how would we know truth if and when we found it? This is Zeno's Paradox, posed 2400 years ago; in my opinion, it's never been solved. Zeno asked Socrates the very same thing I asked just now, and thought this: if we have criteria that tells us when we have the truth, then that means we already have a good idea about what truth really is. If you think about it, you need to know about something before you make criteria for what would qualify as it. You need to see lots of dogs, for example, before you set up criteria for what a dog is, right? The problem is this: we're looking for truth, and in order to find it, we need some sort of criteria that will let us know when and if we've found it. But to have a criteria for what truth is requires that we already know about the truth. But that's a paradox! We can't look for truth based on criteria that require that we already know what the truth is.

So we really don't have any criteria, if you think about it. And since we don't have any criteria for knowing what truth is, we wouldn't know truth if it bit us in the ass. I like to make this analogy: humans looking for truth is like a blind man looking for a purple car in a parking lot. The blind man can look all he wants; in fact, for all he knows, he could be sitting right on top of the purple car. But if he's blind, how will he ever really know the truth about which car is purple? That's what we're like as humans regarding truth. We look for it, but we have no way of recognizing it when it comes our way. Even though there may be a real truth and ultimate, objective answer to everything in our lives, we just don't have the right tools for discovering it.

In this sense, I'm an agnostic about virtually everything in the world. I don't know if God really exists, or if my senses are really accurate, or if I really have a soul, etc. However, I do have many intuitions and beliefs regarding all these matters. The problem is, if I can't ground any of my beliefs in objective truth, how can I justify keeping them, right? That's what lots of people say to relativists like me, because that's basically what I am. People say that if there is no objective standard, then anything is acceptable; stealing is ok, killing is ok, pissing in your pants is ok, anything under the moon is ok.

But watch, here's where pragmatism really settles the matter. Imagine this analogy: there really is distance in the world (just assume there is; I've actually heard arguments that claim there isn't!). What I mean by distance is that there really is a certain space between the words you're reading right now, and a space between the page you're reading and your eyes. That makes sense, right? Now, how do we measure distance? Well, we have rulers or meter sticks (or anything like them) that we use to help us quantify the distance between objects. I get out my ruler and I see that the page you're now reading is 11 inches tall, right?

But think about it. What is an inch really? It's just an arbitrary little amount. A ruler could have been six inches in another world where its inch is twice the size as ours. The actual size of an inch is just something somebody or other decided upon, and enough people agreed to use it. Measuring distance, therefore, is arbitrary in itself. But so what? So what if an inch is arbitrary? I can still use my trusty ruler to measure the length of my glass and compare it to the length of my stapler to notice that my glass is longer than my stapler, right? Sure the numbers and units could have been something completely else, but that doesn't mean a ruler isn't useful. It's useful because we've all agreed that an inch represents a certain, definite distance, and with that unit we can at least compare distances to tell us what's longer than what and so on.

Do inches really exist, like an apple or a tree? I don't know, but I would guess not in any natural way. Inches aren't some absolute, dogmatic truth in the world. It's just something that we as humans made up. They could have been very different, and they might still change for all we know. Am I really tall? I don't think so, but neither am I really short. I'm only tall when I stand next to someone less than 6 feet and 2 inches, and short when I stand next to someone who measures more than that (and we've admitted that these feet and inches are arbitrary anyway). Being tall or short is relative, but that doesn't mean that it has no meaning. It just gets its meaning when we compare it to something else (it's relational). What is my real height? I don't really know. It's kind of a silly question.

Ok, sound good? Well, I think this is all a pretty good analogy (and example, even) for pragmatism and truth. I don't ultimately know what the real truth about anything is, be it heights or weights, or the existence of God or of souls, or whatever. Many people assume that this entails that we can't make any judgements about truth, and that there's no way of measuring truth. I think that's wrong. Although I don't think there is a knowable objective standard for truth, we as humans can create a standard. It's just like inches; we can all by consensus agree upon some criteria (is this beginning to sound like Social Construction of Reality or what?). That means the system we choose will be arbitrary, but as we saw with inches, that's ok; it sure as hell is better than nothing.

So if a ruler is the arbitrary but useful standard for distance, what will be our arbitrary but useful standard for truth? Pragmatism. (Yay!! As James points out, pragmatism does two things really well. First of all, it offers a good way of clearing up any intellectual dispute. Does God exist? Take this simple test: Ask yourself how intuitive the belief in God is, how it makes you feel, how it meshes with your other beliefs, and how it affects your life in general. If all those things are good overall, then the belief in God is good for you, and you could say that God does exist (for you). Notice, though, that this is a subjective system, not objective. What determines whether something is beneficial or not will depend entirely upon who you are. What's good for you may not be good for me; therefore, your truth is not my truth. The most we can hope to accomplish is to respect each other's personal truths and cooperate as much as possible. Why? Because we agree that it would be beneficial for us both to do so!

The second thing that pragmatism does well is to offer a whole new, but very satisfying system of truth. People get all bent out of shape over truth. "It must be this! It must be that!" But how do you know? I don't think any of us has a real answer. But even though we may lack an objective sense of truth, we each have, in my opinion, a personal human truth. This truth is a little different for each of us, and it lies in our personal intuitions, feelings, and desires. When I say that I am an atheist, I mean that God does not personally strike me as true (also, that atheism is pragmatically true for me). But wouldn't it be wrong of me to tell some Christian that she is foolish or irrational for believing in God when that belief might make her very happy and contented? I believe that it would.

Pragmatism is a wonderful system of truth because it addresses our human truth. I think that many problems arise when people think that there is an ultimate truth and they have it; they soon hold a complete intolerance for those who disbelieve. Wars have started over such logic! But if we all admitted that we all essentially don't know, how could we be so intolerant of others with whom we disagree? I could never kill a Christian over the issue of theism and atheism simply for the sake of my personal belief. If we all admitted to ourselves that truth is merely human (because we essentially make it when we agree upon it, both individually and in larger groups), wouldn't we be more respectful of each other's truths? Wouldn't we be less inclined to be stubborn and proud, and more inclined to open our minds and listen? Truth could be hanging on some street sign somewhere, or riding on the words of a little child. Truth could be floating on the wings of a butterfly.

So, yes, truth, in this sense, is relative; truth is subjective; truth is arbitrary. But we can subjectively create a standard that resembles objectivity, and that standard can be (and I think is) the pragmatic standard. Relativism without such a standard is drifting meaninglessness. Truth is arbitrarily based upon what is subjectively beneficial to each of us. What is beneficial to each of us will depend on each of our desires, intuitions, and experiences. Desire probably plays the biggest role in that. For example, I like to listen to music; why? It pleases me greatly; it makes me calm, or makes me excited (depending on which music I choose to play); it pleases me in and of itself. Why is being calm or excited good? Why is pleasing me good? Because I desire to be pleased, and I desire to be calm or excited. If I didn't desire these things, I just wouldn't care.

People get mad at that fact. "You mean truth is whatever you desire?" Well, not exactly. It has to match intuition and experience too. I may want to fly, but experience quickly teaches me that it just doesn't work. I may even want to believe in Santa Claus, but it's just too counterintuitive for me to accept. Still, people tend to think that truth is one thing and desire is something completely else. I can tell you why I disagree. Why do we want the truth in the first place? Is it something that is just good in and of itself, because of itself? No, I think that it's not. I know of a very good argument that proves how logic is completely illogical (David Hume posed it). I can tell you this much-- there is no solution to this argument, no good counter- argument! That's how could a job Hume did. But so what? We're all still going to use logic because it's useful, plain and simple. If truth was just inherently good by itself, we would embrace Hume's argument that shows the truth behind logic. But since we don't, that indicates to me that truth is not as important as something else.

What is that something else? It's very simple, and it all comes straight back to pragmatism. Why do we want truth? Essentially, because we hope it will be useful in our lives and it will make our lives happier. If truth made our lives less useful, we would ignore it and even oppose it. Truth is a means towards a greater ends: usefulness, or happiness, or satisfaction of our desires. Here we see two types of truth: the old truth that thinks it's the only objective, absolute truth; and the new pragmatic one that realizes it's relative and subjective. Pragmatic truth is gray and fuzzy; pragmatic truth alters and changes with our desires. As James said, "truth happens to an idea." Pragmatic truth, ironically, completely affirms itself. Pragmatism is pragmatic; pragmatism is true because it works as a system in general.

So what else can I say? These ideas are the backbone of my whole philosophical outlook. It's changed the way I look at everything. If we were to really follow philosophy all the way to its bitter end, we would find complete skepticism and a very bleak, existential picture that shows that not only do we know nothing at all, but it looks like we're meaningless, random, strange little creatures who don't live very long. This is beginning to sound like Denial of Death.

But the way I see it, we do and in fact need to ignore such things, even though doing so would oppose our old idea of what truth is. We need to suspend our disbelief and believe in things that may very well be illusions, but are nonetheless very pragmatic. What's just an illusion by the old standards of truth may be a great personal truth by pragmatism's standards; and that's what I think happens.

I've talked lots of philosophy here, but let me more personal. I have generally valued three things in my life that I once considered greater than myself: God, truth, and love. God was dispelled when I was 14. I realized that all the good things I felt about God were things that my faith and my feelings created, not some God. Truth was dispelled when I was 19 or 20. My vision of truth became the pragmatic one, and all my early hopes of finding the "meaning of life" in any objective sense were blown out of the water.

But despite these things, I always had a faith in humanity and in other people. I call this my faith in love: that there will always be people I care for and love, and this love is greater than me and gives my life meaning. But just like Otto Rank said, people let you down. It's the cold, sad truth (in the old sense of truth, though). Personal experiences completely shook my faith in humanity and love to the core, and I lost faith in it too.

I have some artistic hobbies: I like to compose and play music, and I like to write stories and poetry. But these were never anything more than self-expressions, never something more than me, but just a product of me. And my feelings for my own self and ego have never been such that I could simply love myself and no one else, because frankly, I don't particularly love myself!

So there seemed like there was nothing left for me to hold on to, and thus no point to my life at all. It was my existential, philosophical moment of deepest despair. But I learned to embrace my human truth and let go of the old sense of truth that reduced my faith in everything to rubble. I realized that when I am in love with someone and they leave me, those feelings of love may be about them, but they're basically my feelings. Even when the person goes, my feelings are still my creation, and I'm the one controlling them.

Think of it this way: In any sentence in English you have a subject, verb, and object. Old truth tends to place all the importance on the object, but see, pragmatism reveals that it's not what a belief is that makes it good, but what it does. That means object is not as important as verb. And who is performing the verb? The subject. Therefore, when "I love her," I used to become miserable when she (the "her" in that sentence) left me because I followed my old school sense of truth that values objects. But with pragmatism, I realized how much more important the action is, which in this case is love (the verb in the sentence). And who is doing the loving? Who creates it and is responsible for this love? Me, the subject, the "I" in the sentence.

Subjectivism means the world to me. I have regained my faith in humanity and myself because of it. I notice that we tend to hate and abuse ourselves the most when we think of ourselves as objects and not subjects; that is, for example, when I say to myself (as if I wasn't myself!), "that was stupid, Paul!" I feel best when I lose myself in activity, when I'm just the doer of something and not the object of my own reflection. For example, when I give a presentation in front of a class, at first I get really nervous. I end up doing two thing at once: giving my presentation, and then seeing myself as if I wasn't myself, that is, as if I was someone watching me. This only lead to self-consciousness, and it distracts me from my main purpose of giving the presentation. But when I just do it, just give the presentation and not give it and try to see myself, I not only do it better, but I'm far happier.

I lose myself to the activity, all the while knowing that the activity's beauty and worth comes from me. This is what mysticism seems to be all about; losing yourself through yourself. Anyway, these ideas opened up all kinds of doors for me in my heart and mind that I still find opening today. I consider all these ideas my personal revolution thanks to James, and the ramifications are just beginning to unfold for me. It gives me great hope.

And what about death? The old sense of truth makes it a difficult issue, but pragmatism makes it easier. Some may find that the belief in the immortality of the soul is pragmatic and accept it accordingly. But personally, it defies my intuition and experience. It also defies my desire, because I'm not sure I want to live forever! My opinion about death is this. I'm utterly agnostic about it, of course; I honestly don't know what happens when the physical body dies. I have a good guess that I die with it, though. But life is for the living, and I mean "the living" both in the sense of us, the living as subjects, and also "living" as an activity that we do. Think of it this way: dying is simply not living. Living is obviously all I've ever done all of my life. Pragmatism, like Zen Buddhism, has taught me that to do something, one must simply do that thing (no shit, right?). Yet to dwell upon death during my life is to dwell upon not living while I live. How silly! I would be living a not-living concern. Give to Caesar what is Caesar's; I would much rather leave my living concerns to my living self and my dead concerns to my dead self.

What do you think? Let me know...