Another excellent output by Morris:
“…Of course, there are known unknowns. I don’t know the melting point of beryllium. And I know that I don’t know it. There are a zillion things I don’t know. And I know that I don’t know them. But what about the unknown unknowns? Are they like a scotoma, a blind spot in our field of vision that we are unaware of? I kept wondering if Rumsfeld’s real problem was with the unknown unknowns; or was it instead some variant of self-deception, thinking that you know something that you don’t know.”
Particularly like Morris’ response to
“‘Stefan Fatsis, in his book “Word Freak,” talks about this when comparing everyday Scrabble players to professional ones. As he says: “In a way, the living-room player is lucky . . . He has no idea how miserably he fails with almost every turn, how many possible words or optimal plays slip by unnoticed. The idea of Scrabble greatness doesn’t exist for him.” (p. 128) Unknown unknown solutions haunt the mediocre without their knowledge. The average detective does not realize the clues he or she neglects. The mediocre doctor is not aware of the diagnostic possibilities or treatments never considered. The run-of-the-mill lawyer fails to recognize the winning legal argument that is out there.'”
– to be read (5-part series starting) here. Cannot, however, help but lose some patience upon reaching the hypnosis bit. Yes yes, but, is there not infinite value in focusing on what it is we do ‘know we know,’ if it provides us more than enough material to grapple with? Terror of undetected and undetectable control never gets one anywhere productive (as I have learned so protractedly).
“‘When an emotion is sincere and profound, and it stirs the human soul, there is no room for hysteria.’ And in that we have the best so far that we have been given to learn.” – Breton and Aragon quoting Babinski