Tuesday, August 15, 2017
What Does It Mean To Say We Know Something?
When I say I know something, I mean that something has told me a claim and that I am aware of its possible or definite existence in this world. Knowing, to me, is not whether something is a fact, it is just whether or not one is aware of a substance. Knowing and believing are one and the same. To say that believing something is not the same as knowing something, would be absurd. You could even go as far as to say that knowing something is rare and most things that we are aware of are just beliefs. To many people, you cannot truly know something, until you can prove it. There are people on the other side of the world; that is something that I know, because I could go to the other side of the world and see the people and recognize that they are existing. We believe that certain history has happened. We have no 100% proof that anything we have ever learned in the past, hasn’t been fabricated. We simply believe in what we have been told by authoritative figures. Now, no one is going around and saying that The War of 1812 didn’t happen because we cannot prove it, but we do not possess technology that gives us the ability to travel back in time to witness every single event. We both know and believe that past events happened.
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Nice post! Great ideas here. I like what you suggest regarding the (non)difference between knowing and believing. I think you are right, on one level, but I also feel like there are things that we are comfortable (commonly) saying that we know--many of your examples fit that bill. We know that the war of 1812 happened.
ReplyDeleteTo put it another way: I feel like we can express degrees of certainty in knowledge (I am 98% certain that the war of 1812 happened) that don't make much sense in belief (is it possible to 'kind of believe' something? that seems weird.)
I also think you have hit the nail on the head re: the role of authority figures in our knowledge. We don't have a chimney, so once as a sort of inside joke I told the boys that santa comes in through the dryer vent. Its ridiculous! but not much more ridiculous than saying he comes down the chimney--and yet: so far, everybody still "believes" in santa at my house.
On blog format--don't double space. Don't indent. Instead, use block-formatted text, like I am using in this comment.