Has science killed philosophy? (Short answer: No.)

Is philosophy past its sell-by date now that we have science to find out the definitive 'truth' about the universe? Well, as you can tell by the fact that I put 'truth' in quotation marks, my answer is “no – don’t be ridiculous” and here is why...

This blogpost is based on a talk that a friend (who is a doctor of philosophy) and I (a former philosophy teacher) gave back in 2016, when it seemed to be particularly common for those of us into philosophy to be fielding questions along the lines of “Isn’t philosophy pointless now we have science?”, “What has philosophy given the world compared to science and technology?” and “Isn’t philosophy dead, like jazz or guitar rock?” Having both found ourselves on the wrong end of such frustrating pub conversations – and worse, having seen similar arguments coming from high-profile science champions such as Bill Nye The Science Guy, Neil deGrasse Tyson and even Stephen Hawking (RIP) – we decided it was time to gather up our 'beefs' and air them. Now it’s almost three years later but these 'beefs' bear repeating, so here goes.

In the first instance it’s tempting to take “What has philosophy given the world?” at face value and argue back with “How about all of politics, or ethics, or formal logic... or SCIENCE ITSELF?” but this doesn’t tackle the accusation that philosophy has "served its purpose so can now be retired” and kind of misses a more fundamental issue – that to suggest science could replace philosophy is to fundamentally misunderstand the difference in what science and philosophy respectively do.

I would be the first to admit that many of the 'classic' philosophical questions and quotations that get trotted out again and again are creaky old obsolete BS (the 'mind/body' split anyone?) – but that kind of undergrad cliché stuff is no more representative of the cutting edge than an apple falling on Newton’s head is of the current state of physics. I would also be the first to admit that that academic philosophy seriously needs to do more to fight the tendency to retreat into an ivory tower of needlessly impenetrable jargon and navel gazing, and needs to engage and communicate with other academic fields and wider society more – but that doesn’t mean philosophy in general is dead and buried.

Bill Nye The Sceince Guy's special journey

Bill Nye’s arc is an interesting one, because in 2016 he posted a video in which he pooh-poohed philosophy as pretty much useless, and not worth bothering with, compared to science.

As Olivia Goldhill in Quartz put it: “The video, which made the entire US philosophy community collectively choke on its morning espresso, is hard to watch, because most of Nye’s statements are wrong. Not just kinda wrong, but deeply, ludicrously wrong... Nye’s remarks, which conflate ideas from completely different areas of philosophy, are a caricature of the common misconception that philosophy is about asking pointlessly ‘deep’ questions, plucking an answer out of thin air, and then drinking some pinot noir and writing a florid essay.”

Pascal-Emmanuel Gobry in The Week pointed out: “To argue that philosophy is useless is to do philosophy... More to the point all of the institutions that make modern life possible, very much including experimental science, but also things like free-market capitalism, the welfare state, liberal democracy, human rights, and more, are built on philosophy. All of these things are cultural institutions: They exist because many people find certain ideas valuable and decide to act on that basis... If the ideas that underlie these cultural institutions become lost, or misunderstood, those cultural institutions might malfunction. This is very much the case of science.”

But in 2017 Nye revealed the backlash had led him to a complete about-face on the issue after “months” of sleepless nights as he decided he must learn more about philosophy – and he now believes everyone would benefit from a more 'philosophical' outlook, stating “I’ve come late to this. Now I’m all about the philosophy. Bring it on.”

For those of you baffled at Bill Nye’s new-found enthusiasm, still convinced that science makes philosophy pointless, I urge you to ask yourselves the following:

1) What do you imagine philosophy is?

Because it has such a long and diverse history, and the term has been used in different ways at different times by different peoples, what exactly we mean by 'philosophy' is tricky to pin down. The word itself, of course, derives from ancient Greek: 'philo' meaning love, 'sophos' meaning wisdom – hence, literally, “the love of wisdom”. The Oxford Dictionary definition is: “The study of the fundamental nature of knowledge, reality and existence, especially when considered as an academic discipline.”

For the Greeks, philosophy started as a combination of the semi-mystical with what would later be called 'natural science', with questions such as “What is the universe made of?”; with Plato, Socrates and Aristotle the emphasis shifted to practical and moral questions such as “How should the perfect society be arranged?” and “What is it to live a ‘good’ life?”; the term has been used to cover all manner of religious thought and theology from cultures all over the world, from Middle Eastern mysticism to medieval Christian scholarship to European alchemy to Buddhist spirituality to ancient animism and everything in between; it has been concerned with what exists and what the nature of what exists is; with what we can know and how can we know it; with how language works and how logic works and mathematics works and how such things relate; with the human condition – psychology, consciousness, free will, existence in general and our place in the world; with the study of cultures and cultural criticism, what is actually going on in our society and others and whether that could or should be different... which leads us back to politics and ethics once again.

The above list only scratches the surface but what should be clear is that philosophy is NOT one method, NOT tied to any particular subject, NOT tied to any particular time or culture and NOT tied to a functional end goal or practical application. It is also absolutely NOT just a matter of “what I believe” (Marilyn Monroe quotes, touchy feely platitudes, unquestioning religious or political dogma, random cute 'thinky thoughts' that are not pursued or subjected to any scrutiny). If anything distinguishes philosophy, it is that it is recognizable as rigorous, structured, analytical thought – even if you think that it is misguided or plain wrong. What philosophy is, is a catch-all term for the history of analytical human thought. 

Now try asking again: “Isn’t analytical human thought pointless now we have science?”, “What has analytical human thought given the world compared to science and technology?” and “Isn’t analytical human thought dead, like jazz or guitar rock?”... See? You get my point.

2) What do you imagine science to be?

Unlike philosophy, science is a method. There may be multiple schools, stances, methodologies and disciplines within science, but generally speaking, to be identifiable as science, there needs to be an empirical basis to how knowledge is arrived at. A testable theory is drawn up, then tested in some way and accepted, rejected or tweaked depending upon the results... then the theory is developed further for further testing and retesting in a cyclical and continual process of model-building and refinement. The scientific method has certain accepted philosophical underpinnings, though these have been argued over (and continue to be argued over) by theorists and – yes – philosophers, to ensure that how we do science is as rigorous as it can be, and that we can be as sure as we can be that what we are gathering from the process (and how we interpret what we have gathered) is as valid and reliable as it can be.

But science is not as united as the layman thinks – all fields tend to be deeply divided by rival schools with different outlooks competing for supremacy; much of what is taken as 'hard fact' by the layman (because a man in a white coat said it) is not taken that way in the academic field – there is a lot of uncertainty, theorising and 'best fit' interpretation going on with a only a relatively small core of undisputed 'fact'. Furthermore, the facts themselves do not tell us what meaning we should take from them: interpretation and meaning is put on by us afterwards, in applying how the facts relate to us and what relevance they appear to have to our current lives, given our other knowledge – other knowledge which in turn is filtered by interpretation.

This means that when scientists start banging on about the 'meaning of life' or the 'ultimate truth', they are leaping beyond what science is supposed to be about or equipped to do and in fact engaging in (often pretty amateurish) philosophy. Please do not confuse pseudo-philosophical bluster by scientists with actual science – it's perfectly possible for a researcher to do perfectly good, solid science and then gush a bunch of shoddily-thought-out philosophy around it, without even really being aware that they're doing it; because they haven't bothered to even glance at the fruits of thousands of years of rigorous, rational, analytical thought that has thoroughly mapped the problems and pitfalls of certain arguments and ways of thinking because “Isn’t philosophy pointless now we have science?” I mean, FFS.

3) Do you think it's pointless to be self-aware about the way we think and the concepts we use?

If philosophy was only about discovering 'objective facts' about the objective world, then – Yes! – science does that much better. But even the most dry, 'objectively' framed science is riddled with everyday assumptions and concepts that are virtually never analysed outside of philosophy. As every philosopher knows, even our most basic concepts – about life and existence, space and time and number and identity and logic and knowledge and consciousness and cause and effect and everything else – often start to unravel on scrutiny, proving to be much more complex than assumed, as elusive as trying to catch a cloud, or simply liable to fall apart all together. These concepts underpin everything about the human condition, the human world, the human experience – and are the product of 'us' in relation to the 'world'. As such thinking and talking about them is a perfectly valid way to unpick and analyse them, for greater understanding. The focus of philosophy is not simply on pinning down objective facts – rather it is about analysing the very concepts that make up how we engage, experience and interact with the world and others. Philosophy is about humanity’s self-awareness. 

As put by Cambridge don Raymond Geuss in his recent alternative history of philosophy Changing the Subject: Philosophy from Socrates to Adorno: “Confronted by a standard question arising from a normal way of viewing the world, a philosopher may reply that the question is misguided, that to continue asking it is, at the extreme, to get trapped in a delusive hall of mirrors.” One of the most characteristic things about philosophy is that it questions the questions, which may seem infuriating but is actually the unique strength of it – it never takes things at face value, always analyses the underlying assumptions and attempts to bypass or overhaul conventional ways of thinking, to find new ways to look at old and entrenched problems, or explore a deeper, more fundamental understanding of the concepts involved. 

This is best illustrated by the fact that, the deeper you go into philosophy, the more 'meta' the questions get. You may start off asking whether, for example, abortion is morally justified or morally wrong; then you move to asking if you can logically 'think out' morality, and come up with a system that will tell you whether any particular moral question (e.g. concerning abortion) is right or wrong; then, when you get really 'hard-core', you start asking what the concept of morality even is, where it comes from, what it’s based on, how it functions and plays out in the world. These are different levels of thinking and arguing – and notice the more 'hard-core' philosophical questions get, the less 'practical' they are. The impracticality of philosophy is something I will vigorously defend – philosophy at its most fundamental should be free and abstract, removed from the pressures of having a particular purpose. Just like art, having a particular functional goal (for example to push a political idea, sell a product or appeal to the tastes of a particular demographic) tends to limit, warp and bias the results. Philosophy, like art, is defined by being removed from practical concerns – in fact a focus on practicality can undermine it.

It’s about the journey, man, YOLO

Philosophy and science are not two rivals both racing to get to the 'facts' on the same racetrack – with science the younger, fitter, better equipped competitor. They’re not on the same racetrack at all; they are different beasts in different games. And yet they are inextricably linked. Philosophy not only begat science but is weaved throughout its methods and theorising today in ways that still need to be regularly unpicked and paid attention to keep the engine of science well tuned (It should also be noted that both are also bound up with a third Siamese twin – the realm of mathematics, statistics and logic).

Certainly, you rarely get a 'right' answer in philosophy, but you can certainly uncover 'wrong' – ie. arguments that simply don’t work, concepts that are inadequate or flawed, and scientists really should pay attention to this before going beyond the data and espousing wider metaphysical theories and interpretations about life and the universe and everything. Philosophy, though, is really not just about bagging a fact as an end result, it's about the journey: the deeper understanding gained by analysing and unpicking the concepts we use and assumptions we make – it is about the structure of our thought and the world as we experience it.

But the lack of a particular, practical end goal does not make philosophy pointless. Think about it: If you say hard-core philosophical questions are pointless to think about, you are essentially saying it’s pointless for individuals, societies, cultures – or even humanity as a whole – to be self-aware.

Some rambling middle-aged thoughts on ‘cool’ ~ or ~ I'm sure nothing very interesting is happening ‘in da club’

First a confession: I was, in my teenage years, ever the one to sneer at trendiness or any cooler-than-thou airs and graces I caught whiff of – and therefore, of course, I was hypocritically very concerned with my own brand of anti-fashion hipdom and authenticity. Now the whole fight of fashion and anti-fashion has ceased to matter much at all, the battlefield long left behind. Thank cripes. The closest I come to the trendiness trenches today is perhaps a semi-detached toe-dipping flirtation with this year’s tie fashions or a Pavlovian grimace of disgust at what these identikit twenty-something vloggers are doing with their hair. Ironically I have better style awareness, now it matters so little to me, than I ever have. But whatever, without further ado, here are some more recent musings on fashionableness and ‘cool’ from a middle-aged man who is neither.

Cool is charisma, not po-facery

We’ve all met ‘em when moving in social scenes when we were young adults: those effortlessly stylish types who kind of hang around and say very little, seem to know all the most prestigious and popular people and be in the most prestigious and popular places – and never EVER crack a grin. At anything. Maybe you didn’t actually want to be them; but you felt as if society felt that you should be wanting to be them – and the fact that you weren’t like them at all was enough to give you a vague but permanent inferiority complex. You know, those gits.

You may also have had the joyous revelation, possibly after encountering these young po-faced cools when you were into your thirties and less easily impressed, that the reason these people say very little and crack no grins is that they are either really rather dull or really rather insecure. That is what all that style and aloofness is hiding. You continue to run into them, but now they are younger than you and they look positively frightened by your give-fewer-shits maturing confidence and wise-cracking ‘real talk’ about, like, actual life and stuff (or maybe your jokes are just bad).

Either way, the equating of cool with po-facery is bullshit. There is this kind of basic trope on comedy shows and in perfume ads that cool people all strut about pouting behind shades; but outside the rarefied fantasy world of high fashion, it’s nonsense. That cliché of 'cool' is rather like that kind of British soap opera idea of 'sexy' which involves actors of limited range laying on the fake cockiness with a shovel and an alarming leer, that in real life would make you think they were cheesiest, cringiest, creepiest dick ever to attempt seduction – the glib media stereotype is an unconvincing caricature by people who don't quite know how to capture 'cool' or 'sexy' as it actually comes across in real life.

The people who actually make a lasting impression of cool, the people that people really want to be like – say, George Clooney, Beyonce, Audrey Hepburn, Steve McQueen, Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, Mohammed Ali, Marilyn Monroe, Frank Sinatra, Jackie O, Jimi Hendrix, Prince, Bowie, Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Lou Reed, Siouxsie Sioux, Kurt Cobain, er, Kim Deal out the Pixies – are cool because they have charisma and talent. That may be charisma and talent that taps into something particularly zeitgeist at that point in time, like punk rock or film noir or break dance or a retro Parisian lifestyle, yes; and yes, these people most often look good and dress well (though not always); but that is not enough. What makes Tom Hardy cool is not his looks or his muscles or his clothes – countless forgettable Hollywood himbos have that – it’s all the other stuff about his manner and presence and energy and all that, and also his sheer acting chops. What makes Lady Gaga cool isn’t that she’s aloof and (yes) poker-faced (haha), it’s her otherworldliness and bonkers out-there creativity combined with that high-style stuff. These people have something of a different order to those cooler-than-thou but thoroughly mediocre mimics that just aloofly ape their surface details.

It should also be said that fashion (even high fashion) and trends (even serious ones) should be fun and exciting, otherwise what’s the point, what’s the draw? And also: sense of humour is most often utterly key to charisma – there are very few 'cool' people whom you could subtract the wit and playfulness from without removing all their power. Joyless cool is poison. Cool without fun is kryptonite. Those po-faced posers looking cool in their cliquey cool bubble at that cool party you went to when you were 23... you know I’m not sure now that they were ever really that cool. They certainly thought they were; we don’t have to believe them.

Nothing interesting or exclusive is happening in da club

Certainly one of the elements involved in young people’s idea of 'cool' is lifestyle – that cool people are so cool because they are constantly going around having these amazing cool experiences with other amazing cool people in amazing cool places. Anyone familiar with the humblebragging, holiday selfies and filter fetish of people’s 'look how great my life is' behaviour on social media should know that much of this is an illusion: at most fleeting high moments selected from the complex and difficult maelstrom of everyone's lives, pinned like butterflies as if they’re representative of every species of their experience. Us jaded oldies have been around long enough to know, for example, that excessive flash is always hollow and fame is certainly not all it’s cracked up to be.

There is this sense that cool people party harder (and still wake up looking gorgeous the next day) because they are wild and free and sexy and dangerous and having mind blowing high times that us mere mortals can’t even imagine... but the more I think about this, the more I think this trope is just the lingering remnant of our naive youthful excitement when we were yet to experience any of this. Because I don’t know about anyone else my age or older, but 'partying hard' gets more and more repetitive and yawnsome with every year that goes by. Sure, this feeling is in part because the hangovers are now like having two days of Australian flu, so it just doesn’t seem worth it; but it’s also because you’ve been there and done that so many times and frankly it doesn’t change much, that kind of activity, wherever you are or whoever you’re doing it with – you just get physically more battered and more like a broken record doing it. I would not change my younger experiences for the world, and I do think I learnt a lot about life, myself and other people from them, but hedonism can only take you so far when it comes to revealing esoteric knowledge and the secrets of life – before you’re just befuddling yourself and repeating the same old shit, addictively, like an ageing Britpop covers band who still think Oasis are the most relevant band in the world.

A case is in point is the ridiculous trope of 'da club': that paragon of exclusivity where all the rich and important and gorgeous party animal people go and sit around looking cool and gorgeous and guzzling champagne and snorting powder and dancing all sexy and hooking up for amazing sex. You do know it’s just a darkened room with the music turned up loud and lots of people off their tits in it, don’t you? Acting like people always do when they’re off their tits... like nobs. Don’t you? That is all it is. Beyond the flashy veneer nothing very interesting or exclusive is happening – I'm pretty confident that rare and valuable life-transforming experiences that hold the key to lasting enlightenment and happiness are not thence; deep and meaningful knowledge that will reveal the true nature of this existence is not being imparted behind those intimidating club doors – there’s just some wankered wankers flashing their cash and egos around and trying to get in someone’s pants, or trying to grab a little more over-priced 'high life' for themselves with their gasping little hands. That’s all. If I had all the money and time in the world there are certainly lots of new and fascinating experiences I would seek out; that isn’t one of them. It’s just some people off their mash in a dark room, with some beats.

Fashion is, and has always been, silly

The standard stance on the cool fashions of young people is that, at the time they are 'cool', they are indeed the most exciting and interesting ways of being: cutting edge, hip and completely appropriate. But as time marches on they become tired, dated, inappropriate, naff and silly, which is why you look back on your old self and go “Ha! Ha!”

But here’s an idea: what if the main issue is not that culture has changed, but that you have? What if those cool fashions always were silly, but you were just too young to see it? It strikes me that the way you cringe and sneer at what you thought you was cool when you were 16 is very probably much the same way your dad reacted inside to the very same stuff but at the very time it was happening. Your olds knew that “That’s radical, dude!” was ridiculous coming from the mouth of a 19-year-old from rural middle England, just as your Gran’s mum knew that “I dig that hep sound, daddio!” was ridiculous coming from the mouth of anyone who wasn’t a jazz musician and your Dad’s dad knew that “Whoah, those are some heavy vibes, man!” was ridiculous coming from the mouth of pretty much anyone at all... and just as you know that “That’s bare sick!” is frankly nonsense coming out of the mouth of a skinny pale teen on the 'you' tube – or your own 13-year-old step-daughter. To some, mullets, leg warmers and shoulder pads never looked good, so it must seem to them like everyone else only finally got the memo 10 or 15 years later. To some the skinny jeans, big-shouldered blazer, Mr Whippy hair and hipster tattoos combo has always looked teeth-grinding. To use the parlance of our times, “Just sayin’.”

By jaded middle age, image and transitory fashions matter less – or at least should matter less – and over-earnest idealism looks naive and pretentious – or at least should. The issue is not only a generation gap of understanding, but a time gap of credulity and maturity. You get better at seeing beyond surface, more cautious at getting swept up in enthusiasm for all-talk-and-no-trousers bullshit. A poser is a poser no matter what clothes or words they are affecting, or who is hanging around them or 'bigging them up', and you get better at spotting them for what they are.

This means your relationship to old idols can change. For example, on re-watching a daytime TV interview with John Lydon (née Rotten), conducted just after he had quit the Sex Pistols and formed his new band Public Image Ltd, it struck me in a completely different way 20 years after I first saw it: when I was 21 the fact that he stormed off in a huff mid-way through looked like a furious, edgy call-to-arms against the stupid, stifling mediocrity of a corrupt and square society; now I’m 41 it looks like a pompous, self-important wallflower being a dick to some nice, straight-forward people for doing their jobs – getting disproportionately angry that he is not being asked the 'right' questions about his art. I just thought “Pick your battles John” – there is lots to get righteously furious about in this world, and “Oh they asked me about my former band when I told them not to” is not one of them.

That isn’t to say that I don’t still love many of my former heroes, or don't have many of the same passions I’ve always had, or don't hold close and fondly the things that I identified with and that gave me joy when I was pupating; only that I tend to take them less seriously. In fact some of the people and things I could not bring myself to like for cool or fashion-tribe reasons when I was more credibility-selective I have now developed a fondness for, or finally actually get. In fact I’m not down on fashion at all, really – in its glorious silliness, its variety and restless inventiveness, its pomp and nonsense, it’s a sheer delight that I love to hate; that persuades my po-faced face to crack a big grin every time I talk about it. Dig it, daddio.