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We will welcome the new, test it thoroughly, and accept it joyously, in truly scientific fashion. But the idea that we can eradicate error—through evolutionary advancement, technological innovation, establishing an ideal society, or spreading the word of God—has a timeless hold on the human imagination. Implicit in this idea is the belief that we should want to eradicate error.

But eradicating the entirety of error is another matter. Practicality aside, such an objective presents three problems. The first is that, to believe we can eradicate error, we must also believe that we can consistently distinguish between it and the truth—a faith squarely at odds with remembering that we ourselves could be wrong. Thus the catch—22 of wrongology: in order to get rid of error, we would already need to be infallible. The second problem with this goal is that virtually all efforts at eradication—even genuinely well-intentioned ones—succumb to the law of unintended consequences.

The final problem with seeking to eradicate error is that many such efforts are not well intentioned—or if they are, they tend in the direction for which good intentions are infamous. In either case it was the duty of Christians to destroy them. And, as they also show, there is a slippery slope between advocating the elimination of putatively erroneous beliefs, and advocating the elimination of the institutions, cultures, and—most alarmingly—people who hold them.

The idea that error can be eradicated, then, contains within it a frighteningly reactionary impulse. And yet, at heart, it is an idea about progress: a belief that there is an apex of human achievement, and that the way to reach it is through the steady reduction and eventual elimination of mistakes.

But we have another, competing idea of progress as well—one that rests not on the elimination of error but, surprisingly, on its perpetuation. The gist of the scientific method is that observations lead to hypotheses which must be testable , which are then subjected to experiments whose results must be reproducible.

If all goes well, the outcome is a theory, a logically consistent, empirically tested explanation for a natural phenomenon. As an ideal of intellectual inquiry and a strategy for the advancement of knowledge, the scientific method is essentially a monument to the utility of error.

Most of us gravitate toward trying to verify our beliefs, to the extent that we bother investigating their validity at all. But scientists gravitate toward falsification; as a community if not as individuals, they seek to disprove their beliefs. But the important part is that it can be—no matter how much evidence appears to confirm it, no matter how many experts endorse it, no matter how much popular support it enjoys. In fact, not only can any given theory be proven wrong; as we saw in the last chapter, sooner or later, it probably will be.

And when it is, the occasion will mark the success of science, not its failure. This was the pivotal insight of the Scientific Revolution: that the advancement of knowledge depends on current theories collapsing in the face of new insights and discoveries. In this model of progress, errors do not lead us away from the truth. Instead, they edge us incrementally toward it. During and after the Scientific Revolution, the leading minds of Western Europe took this principle and generalized it.

As they saw it, not only scientific theories but also political, social, and even aesthetic ideas were subject to this same pattern of collapse, replacement, and advancement. In essence, these thinkers identified the problem of error-blindness on a generational and communal scale. We can no more spot the collective errors of our culture than we can spot our own private ones, but we can be sure that they are lurking somewhere.

The thinkers responsible for this insight came by it honestly. They lived at a time when fifteen centuries of foundational truths had lately been disproved or displaced by a staggering influx of new information: about previously unknown plants and animals, about geology and geography, about the structure of the universe, about the breadth and diversity of human culture. I suppose that if tomorrow a UFO landed in Pittsburgh, I might experience a comparable combination of stunning error and thrilling possibility.

Certainly I would have to rebuild my understanding of the cosmos from the ground up. Faced with that task, many of these thinkers concluded that the best and safest tool for this sweeping intellectual reconstruction was doubt: deep, systematic, abiding, all-encompassing doubt.

Thus Michel de Montaigne, the great Renaissance philosopher and essayist, inscribed above the door of his study que sais-je? They believed in truth, and they wanted to discover it. But they were chastened by the still-palpable possibility of drastic error, and they understood that, from a sufficiently distant vantage point, even their most cherished convictions might come to look like mistakes.

That idea is at least as old as Plato. It appears in the Bible as well—for instance, as the question of how to tell false prophets from true. Less romantically, false fires also referred to the ones lit by bandits to fool travelers into thinking they were approaching an inn or town. In either case, the metaphor says it all: error, disguised as the light of truth, leads directly into trouble.

But Enlightenment thinkers mined a previously unnoticed aspect of this image. Instead, it shed a light of its own. True, that light might be flickering or phantasmagoric, but it was still a source of illumination. In this model, error is not the opposite of truth so much as asymptotic to it—a kind of human approximation of truth, a truth-for-now. This is another important dispute in the history of how we think about being wrong: whether error represents an obstacle in the path toward truth, or the path itself.

The former idea is the conventional one. The latter, as we have seen, emerged during the Scientific Revolution and continued to evolve throughout the Enlightenment. Also known as the error curve or the normal distribution, the bell curve is a way of aggregating individually meaningless, idiosyncratic, or inaccurate data points in order to generate a meaningful and accurate big picture.

Laplace, for instance, used the bell curve to determine the precise orbit of the planets. By using the normal distribution to graph these individually imperfect data points, Laplace was able to generate a far more precise picture of the galaxy.

Unlike earlier thinkers, who had sought to improve their accuracy by getting rid of error, Laplace realized that you should try to get more error: aggregate enough flawed data, and you get a glimpse of the truth. The truths he cared about are the ones we stash away in our unconscious.

By definition, those truths are inaccessible to the reasoning mind—but, Freud argued in The Psychopathology of Everyday Life, we can catch occasional glimpses of them, and one way we do so is through error. Today, we know these truth-revealing errors as Freudian slips—as the old saw goes, saying one thing and meaning your mother. According to Freud, these seemingly trivial mistakes are neither trivial nor even, in any standard sense, mistakes.

Instead, they arise from—and therefore illuminate—a submerged but significant psychic truth. In addition to these slips, Freud also thought there were a few other avenues by which the secret truths of the unconscious could seep out.

One of these, dreams, is relevant to us all. Another, relevant only to the unfortunate few, is insanity. At first, dreams and madness might not seem terribly germane to this book.

To better understand our mundane misperceptions, it pays to look closely at our extreme ones. So that is where I want to turn now—to dreams, drug trips, hallucinations, and madness; and, by way of those examples, to a closer look at the notion that, through error, we perceive the truth.

However far-fetched this connection between wrongness and whacked-outness might seem, you yourself invoke it routinely. I say this with some confidence, because our everyday ways of thinking and talking about error borrow heavily from the argot of altered states.

For starters, we commonly if crudely compare being wrong to being high. Of all these analogies, the association between erring and dreaming is the most persistent and explicit.

Once awake, you recognize them for what they are—baseless chimeras. Although we treat errors and altered states as analogous in certain ways, there is one important respect in which we treat them very differently. But altered states—some of which really can sicken or kill us—frequently enthrall us. We keep journals of our dreams and recount them to our friends and family to say nothing of our therapists. We feel that our lives are illuminated and enriched by them, and we regard those who seldom remember theirs as, in some small but important way, impoverished.

We are highly motivated to seek out the reality-altering power of drugs, despite the danger of overdose, addiction, or arrest. Yet I will say this: once, while running a very high fever in a tropical rainforest, I carried on a long conversation with the poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, who was sitting on the end of my bed, knitting.

Altered states are so compelling that we often do what we can, wisely or otherwise, to produce, reproduce, and prolong them. The attraction of an altered state is not, as one might initially imagine, just its pure weirdness—how far it diverges from everyday life.

Instead, it is the combination of this weirdness and its proximity to everyday life. What is altered, in an altered state, are the elements of the world, the relations among them, and the rules that govern them.

But the way we experience these states remains essentially unchanged. The tools we use to gauge and understand the sober world—our reason, our emotions, and above all our senses—are largely unimpaired and sometimes even enhanced in the trippy one.

As a result, these false worlds have all the intimacy, intensity, and physicality—in short, all the indicators of reality—of the true one. And, conversely, what does it mean about the supposedly unreal if it is so easy to conjure and so intensely convincing? One of the most consistent answers—and the crucial one, for my purposes—is that the false and the true are reversed: that the unreal is, so to speak, the real real.

So did the writer Artemidorus Daldianus, who, almost two thousand years earlier, penned the Oneirocritica—a Greek Interpretation of Dreams. Virtually every culture in every era has believed that dreams express otherwise inaccessible truths about the dreamer: about her forgotten or unknown past, her secret beliefs and desires, her destiny. In the same vein, virtually every culture in every era with the halfway exception of the industrialized West has regarded visions and hallucinations as revealing the otherwise inaccessible truths of the universe.

From Siberian shamans to Aztec priests to the Merry Pranksters to spiritually inclined potheads the world over ancient Christians, early Jews, Scythians, Sikhs, Sufis, and Rastafarians, to name just a few , we have regarded our drugs as entheogens—substances that can lay bare the truth of the cosmos and show us the face of God. If dreams and drug states create acute but temporary alterations in our understanding of reality, the acute and ongoing version is insanity.

You might think and hope that insanity would take us even further away from everyday error, but instead it brings us full circle. Ultimately, only three factors seem to distinguish the false reality of madness from the false reality of wrongness.

We can be wrong about all manner of things, even persistently and purely wrong about them, while still retaining our claim to sanity—just so long as enough other people are wrong about them, too.

Madness is radical wrongness. Like all equations, this one is reversible. If madness is radical wrongness, being wrong is minor madness. Minor madness can also be an apt description of how being wrong actually feels. We will meet more than one person in this book who characterizes his or her experience of error as scarily similar to insanity. We already saw that hallucinations and dreams are widely regarded as revealing greater truths. So too with madness. Societies throughout the ages have nurtured the belief that the insane among us illuminate things as they truly are, despite their own ostensibly deranged relationship to reality.

This narrative of wrongness as rightness might have achieved its apotheosis in King Lear, a play that features a real madman Lear, after he loses it , a sane man disguised as a madman Edgar , a blind man Gloucester , and a fool the Fool. And insanity is intellectual and moral clarity: it is only after Lear loses his daughters and his senses that he understands what he has done and can feel both loss and love.

This idea—that from error springs insight—is a hallmark of the optimistic model of wrongness. It holds even for mundane mistakes, which is why proponents of this model myself included see erring as vital to any process of invention and creation. The example of altered states simply throws this faith into relief: make the error extreme enough, depart not a little way but all the way from agreed-upon reality, and suddenly the humdrum of human fallibility gives way to an ecstasy of understanding.

In place of humiliation and falsehood, we find fulfillment and illumination. Unfortunately, as proponents of the pessimistic model of wrongness will be quick to point out, the reassuring notion that error yields insight does not always comport with experience. Sometimes, being wrong feels like the death of insight—the moment when a great idea or a grounding belief collapses out from under us.

And sometimes, too, our mistakes take too great a toll to be redeemed by easy assurances of lessons learned. Our errors expose the real nature of the universe—or they obscure it. They lead us toward the truth, or they lead us astray. They are the opposite of reality, or its almost indistinguishable approximation—certainly as close as we mere mortals can ever hope to get.

They are abnormalities we should work to eliminate, or inevitabilities we should strive to accept. Together, these two conflicting models form the backbone of our understanding of error. Before we turn to those experiences, I want to introduce two figures who vividly embody these different models of wrongness.

They are creatures of mythology, and they do not so much err as animate—and illuminate—the ways we think about error. That root gave rise to the Latin verb errare, meaning to wander or, more rakishly, to roam. Implicitly, what we are seeking—and what we have strayed from—is the truth. One of these is the knight errant and the other is the juif errant—the wandering Jew. The latter figure, a staple of anti-Semitic propaganda, derives from a medieval Christian legend in which a Jew, encountering Jesus on the road to the crucifixion, taunts him for moving so slowly under the weight of the cross.

In response, Jesus condemns the man to roam the earth until the end of time. To err is to experience estrangement from God and alienation among men. The knight errant is also a staple of medieval legend, but otherwise he could scarcely be more different. Where the wandering Jew is defined by his sin, the knight errant is distinguished by his virtue; he is explicitly and unfailingly on the side of good.

His most famous representatives include Galahad, Gawain, and Lancelot, those most burnished of knights in shining armor. A bit further afield, they also include Don Quixote, who, as both knight errant and utter lunatic, deserves his own special place in the pantheon of wrongology. Although far from home, the knight is hardly in exile, and still less in disgrace.

Unlike the juif errant, who is commanded to wander and does so aimlessly and in misery, the knight errant is on a quest: he wanders on purpose and with purpose, as well as with pleasure. It will be clear, I hope, that I am not invoking these archetypes to endorse their obvious prejudices. As embodied by the wandering Jew, erring is both loathsome and agonizing—a deviation from the true and the good, a public spectacle, and a private misery.

This image of wrongness is disturbing, especially given the all-too-frequent fate of the non-mythological Jews: abhorred, exiled, very nearly eradicated. Yet it far more closely resembles our everyday understanding of wrongness than do the virtue and heroism of the knight errant. If this bleak idea of error speaks to us, it is because we recognize in the wandering Jew something of our own soul when we have erred.

Sometimes, being wrong really does feel like being exiled: from our community, from our God, even—and perhaps most painfully—from our own best-known self. So we should acknowledge the figure of the wandering Jew as a good description of how it can feel to be wrong. In light of that, why cleave any more closely than necessary to the most disagreeable vision of wrongness around? We have, after all, a better alternative. In fact, the idea of erring embodied by the wandering knight is not just preferable to the one embodied by the wandering Jew.

It is also, and somewhat remarkably, preferable to not erring at all. Being right might be gratifying, but in the end it is static, a mere statement. Being wrong is hard and humbling, and sometimes even dangerous, but in the end it is a journey, and a story. Who really wants to stay home and be right when you can don your armor, spring up on your steed and go forth to explore the world? True, you might get lost along the way, get stranded in a swamp, have a scare at the edge of a cliff; thieves might steal your gold, brigands might imprison you in a cave, sorcerers might turn you into a toad—but what of that?

To fuck up is to find adventure: it is in that spirit that this book is written. Our Senses A lady once asked me if I believed in ghosts and apparitions. I answered with truth and simplicity, No, madam, I have seen far too many myself. The existence of such a route was an open question, but its potential economic significance was beyond dispute. Because virtually all commercial goods were transported by water at the time, faster transit between Europe and Asia would fuel a surge in global trade.

By the time the expedition set sail, explorers and fortune seekers had been looking for the route for more than years. This was a place Ross had never been. Although he had joined the navy at the age of nine, his northernmost service prior to had been in Sweden; the rest had been in the English Channel, the West Indies, and the Mediterranean. It might seem odd to select a man with no regional experience to captain such a pivotal expedition, but as it happened, John Barrow, the subsecretary of the British Admiralty who sponsored the voyage, had little choice.

Given wide latitude by Barrow to conduct the expedition as he saw fit, Ross determined to explore those sounds to see if any of them gave out onto the hoped for Northwest Passage. In July, after three months at sea, he and his crew reached Baffin Bay—something of a triumph itself, since Barrow, for one, had openly doubted its existence.

After concluding that Smith Sound and Jones Sound were impassable, they turned their attention to Lancaster, which Ross had considered the most promising of the three. Shortly thereafter, the fog lifted completely and, Ross wrote in his account of the voyage: I distinctly saw the land, round the bottom of the bay, forming a chain of mountains connected with those which extended along the north and south sides.

This land appeared to be at the distance of eight leagues [about 27 miles]; and Mr. Lewis, the master, and James Haig, leading man, being sent for, they took its bearings, which were inserted in the log…. Instead of opening westward onto a waterway out of Baffin Bay and onward to the Pacific, it ended in land—a vast expanse of ice and high peaks.

Disappointed, but having fulfilled the terms of his naval mandate, the commander returned to England. But something odd had happened. When he got home, he made this fact known to John Barrow. A cloud of mistrust and derision began to gather around Ross, even though, by most measures, he had achieved the extraordinary.

Chief among his accomplishments was navigating a British ship through the treacherous waters of the eastern Arctic and returning it safely home. But in the face of the fervor over the Northwest Passage, none of that carried much weight. Less than a year after the expedition returned, Barrow sent Parry back to Lancaster Sound for a second look. This time, Parry did see the Croker range—and then he sailed right through it. The mountains were a mirage. John Ross had fallen victim to one of the stranger and more fascinating optical phenomena on earth.

Anyone who has been in a car on a hot day is familiar with the mirage in which a pool of water seems to cover the highway in the distance but disappears as you approach. This is called an inferior mirage, or sometimes a desert mirage, since the same phenomenon causes nonexistent oases to appear to travelers in hot, sandy lands.

This type of mirage is known as a superior or arctic mirage. But superior mirages show us things that do exist. The mountains that Ross saw were real. They were two hundred miles west of him, on a distant island in the Canadian Arctic. But by bending light rays from beyond the horizon up toward us, superior mirages lift objects into our field of vision that are usually obscured by the curvature of the earth. Such mirages begin with a temperature inversion.

Normally, air temperatures are warmest near the surface of the earth and start dropping as you go up. Think about how much colder it is on top of a mountain than in the valley below. But in a temperature inversion, this arrangement reverses.

A cold layer of air close to the earth—say, directly above the polar land or sea—meets a higher, warmer layer of air created by atypical atmospheric conditions. This inverted situation dramatically increases the degree to which light can bend. In the Arctic or Antarctic, where surface air temperatures are extremely cold, light sometimes bends so much that the photons that eventually strike any available human retinas can be reflected from objects up to several hundred miles away.

The result is, in essence, another kind of false fire—a trick of the light that leads unwary travelers astray. The illusory Croker Mountains, as drawn by John Ross in his travel journal. Ross was by no means the first or last seafarer to be fooled by an Arctic mirage. Likewise, historians speculate that the Vikings ventured to North America where they landed sometime around AD after spotting a superior mirage of the mountains of Baffin Island from the coast of Greenland.

As these examples suggest, superior mirages are particularly likely to consist of mountains and other large land masses. On July 17, , while sailing between Greenland and Iceland, Bartlett suddenly spotted the coast of the latter country, looming so large that he could easily make out many familiar landmarks. Like John Ross, Bartlett estimated the apparent distance of the coast at twenty-five or thirty miles away. But he knew its actual distance was more than ten times that, since his ship was positioned roughly miles from the Icelandic coast.

That he could see land at all is astonishing—akin to seeing the Washington Monument from Ohio. Thanks to those advances in technology, including information technology, Bartlett was able to override his own judgment. His resources may have been better, but his senses were equally, spectacularly deceived. Of the very long list of reasons we can get things wrong, the most elementary of them all is that our senses fail us.

Although these failures sometimes have grave consequences just ask Captain Ross , we usually think of sensory mistakes as relatively trivial. And yet, in many respects, failures of perception capture the essential nature of error.

The rest of us do this, too, albeit mostly without realizing it. When we discover that we have been wrong, we say that we were under an illusion, and when we no longer believe in something, we say that we are disillusioned. More generally, analogies to vision are ubiquitous in the way we think about knowledge and error. People who possess the truth are perceptive, insightful, observant, illuminated, enlightened, and visionary; by contrast, the ignorant are in the dark.

When we comprehend something, we say I see. And we say, too, that the scales have fallen from our eyes; that once we were blind, but now we see. This link between seeing and knowing is not just metaphorical.

For the most part, we accept as true anything that we see with our own eyes, or register with any of our other senses. We take it on faith that blue is blue, that hot is hot, that we are seeing a palm tree sway in the breeze because there is a breeze blowing and a palm tree growing. Heat, palm trees, blueness, breeziness: we take these to be attributes of the world that our senses simply and passively absorb. Moreover, they are capable of doing so under entirely normal circumstances, not just under exceptional ones like those John Ross experienced.

For the purpose of this thought experiment, imagine that you step outside not in Chicago or Houston, but in someplace truly dark: the Himalayas, say, or Patagonia, or the north rim of the Grand Canyon.

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