I have permitted myself this liberty to speak in metaphors, I think the message might be clearer this way.
Upon entering this site and sharing my thoughts, I have noticed an immediate gag-reflex from many posters, as if I inserted the majestic sword of my reason into their little heads, and it was too much for them to handle. I have presented some concept that are so out of tune with the common folk-dance played over and over in the little park in the middle of the village, that the citizens have attacked me indignantly for bringing in oppressive lies and false notions.
But I am a reasonable man, and I do not hold a belief until it is tested. To paraphrase something that surfaced in a discussion with Faust, I test the theory against the facts before I test facts against a theory.
Now most of these angry citizens (of course I am speaking of a minority - the the band of boors who take it upon themselves to protect the village is not usually composed of the most enlightened or cultivated ones but rather of those who see no other way to make their influence felt but brutish behavior) have absolutely no affinity with empiricism or proof of any kind. Yet they scream about it the loudest. Everything with which they disagree is “unscientific”.
It hs clear that “science” is the new “God”. People just have to invoke it’s name to strike fear in their own hearts, and suspect that this fear is also struck in the heart of the one to whom their scream is addressed.
I believe in many strange things as much as I do in science, but never because someone has told me to believe it. In the coming times, it seems that the role of the church is taken over by the altar-boys of science - or rather the hordes of apes who fear the faculty of reason, and appeal to the magic word “science” to expel the threat of having to think.
Nothing could be more ironic, but irony is the way the dimmest minds always manifest in the eyes of brighter observers. It is due to operating on a level where chaos is the rule, but the objects of order are already in place. The lazy and stupid have access to the objects of the intellect, but they only able to grab hold of them like they handle their food: it is self-evident to them that these objects belong to them because their little hands have succeeded in grabbing them.
But these boors will be the enemy of both science and those fields of study that represent the world in new ways, ways that will, once understood, transform science. The boor with his clasping baby-hands is the new priest, the dogmatist who condemns the heretic for thinking outside the box.