On Modern Uncertainty
20 July 1932
There have been four sorts of ages in the
world's history. There have been ages when everybody thought they knew everything,
ages when nobody thought they knew anything, ages when clever people thought they
knew much and stupid people thought they knew little, and ages when stupid people
thought they knew much and clever people thought they knew little. The first sort
of age is one of stability, the second of slow decay, the third of progress, the
fourth of disaster. All primitive ages belong to the first sort: no one has any
doubt as to the tribal religion, the wisdom of ancient customs, or the magic by
which good crops are to be secured; consequently everyone is happy in the absence
of some tangible reason, such as starvation, for being unhappy.
The second sort of age is exemplified by
the ancient world before the rise of Christianity but after decadence had begun.
In the Roman Empire, tribal religions lost their exclusiveness and force: in
proportion as people came to think that there might be truth in religions of
others, they also came to think that their might be falsehood in their own.
Eastern necromancy was half believed, half disbelieved; the German barbarians
were supposed to possess virtues that the more civilised portions of mankind
hand lost. Consequently everybody doubted everything, and doubt paralysed effort.
In the eighteenth and early nineteenth
centuries, exactly the opposite happened. Science and scientific technique were
a novelty, and gave immense self-confidence to those who understood them. Their
triumphs were obvious and astonishing. Repeatedly, when the Chinese Emperor
had decided to persecute the Jesuits, they would turn out to be right about
the date of an expected eclipse when the imperial astronomers were wrong, and
the Emperor would decide that such clever men, after all, deserved his favours.
In England, those who introduced scientific methods in agriculture obtained
visibly larger crops than those who adhered to old-time methods, while in manufactures
team and machinery put the conservatives to flight. There came, therefore, to
be a general belief in educated intelligence. Those who did not possess it allowed
themselves to be guided by those who did, and an era of rapid progress resulted.
In our age, the exact opposite is the case.
Men of science like Eddington are doubtful whether science really knows anything.
Economists perceive that the accepted methods of doing the world's business
are making everybody poor. Statesmen cannot find any way of securing international
co-operation or preventing war. Philosophers have no guidance to offer mankind.
The only people left with positive opinions are those who are too stupid to
know when their opinions are absurd. Consequently the world is ruled by fools,
and the intelligent count for nothing in the councils of the nations.
This state of affairs, if it continues,
must plunge the world more and more deeply into misfortune. The scepticism of
the intelligent is the cause of their impotence, and is itself the effect of
their laziness: if there is nothing worth doing, that gives an excuse for sitting
still. But when disaster is impending, no excuse for sitting still can be valid.
The intelligent will have to shed their scepticism, or share responsibility
for the evils which all deplore. And they will have to abandon academic grumblings
and peevish pedantries, for nothing that they amy say will be of any use unless
they learn to speak a language that the democracy can appreciate.
On
Denoting (1905)
Vagueness (1923)
Icarus
or The Future of Science (1924)
What is an Agnostic
Knowledge and
Wisdom
Why I am
not a Christian (06.03.1927)
In
Praise of Idleness (1932)
Of Co-Operation
(18.05.1932)
On Sales Resistance
(22.06.1932)
On Modern
Uncertainty (20.07.1932)
What is the Soul?
(28.09.1932)
On youthful
Cynism (1930)
Philosophical
Consequences of Relativity (1626)
On Astrologers
How
to become a Man of Genius
Education
and Disciple
What
Desires are politically important? (Speech at the Nobel Award, 11.12.1950)
Prolog to his Autobiography: What
I have lived for