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Bryan advocated the wrong solution, but he had correctly identified a serious problem!

Science is a discipline, and disciplines are exacting. All disciplines maintain rules of conduct and self-policing. All gain strength, respect, and acceptance by working honorably within their bounds and knowing when transgression upon other realms counts as hubris or folly. Science, as a discipline, tries to understand the factual state of nature and to explain and coordinate these data into general theories. Science teaches us many wonderful and disturbing things—facts that need weighing when we try to develop standards of conduct, and when we ponder the great questions of morals and aesthetics. But science cannot answer these questions alone and science cannot dictate social policy.

Scientists have power by virtue of the respect commanded by the discipline. We may therefore be sorely tempted to misuse that power to further a personal prejudice or social goal: Why not provide that extra oomph by extending the umbrella of science over a personal preference in ethics or politics? But we cannot, lest we lose the respect that tempted us in the first place. NOMA cuts both ways.

We live with poets and politicians, preachers and philosophers. All have distinctive ways of knowing, valid in their proper domains. No single way can hold
all the answers in our wondrously complex world. Besides, highfalutin morality aside, if we continue to overextend the boundaries of science, folks like Bryan will nail us properly for their own insidious purposes.

We should give the last word to Vernon Kellogg, a great teacher who understood the principle of strength in limits, and who listened with horror to the ugliest misuses of Darwinism. Kellogg properly taught in his textbook (with David Starr Jordan) that Darwinism cannot provide moral answers:

Some men who call themselves pessimists because they cannot read good into the operations of nature forget that they cannot read evil. In morals the law of competition no more justifies personal, official, or national selfishness or brutality than the law of gravitation justifies the shooting of a bird.

To which, let all people of goodwill; all who hold science, or religion, or both, dear; all who recognize NOMA as the logically sound, humanely sensible, and properly civil way to live in a world of honorable diversity—let them say, Amen.

2
I am no biblical expert or exegete, and cannot engage this issue in any serious manner. But I must say that I simply don’t understand what reading the Bible “literally” can mean, since the text, cobbled together from so many sources, contains frequent and inevitable contradictions. These variant readings pose no problem to the vast majority of religious people who view the Bible as an inspired document full of moral truth, and not as an accurate chronicle of human history or a perfect account of nature’s factuality. For the most obvious example, how can “literalists” reconcile the plainly different creation stories of Genesis I and II, which, according to all biblical scholars I have ever consulted, clearly derive from different sources. In the more familiar Genesis I, God creates sequentially in six days, moving from light to the division of waters and firmament, to land and plants, to the sun and moon, and finally to animal life of increasing complexity. On the sixth day he creates human beings, both male and female together: “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.” In Genesis II, God creates the earth and heavens and then makes a man “of the dust of the ground.” He then creates plants and animals, bringing all the beasts to Adam and granting his first man naming rights. But Adam is lonely, so God creates a female companion from one of his ribs: “And the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept; and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh thereof; and the rib, which the Lord God had taken from man, made he the woman, and brought her unto the man. And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman.” Our traditional reading conflates these two stories, taking the basic sequence, with humans last, from Genesis I, but borrowing the rib scenario for the subsequent creation of Eve from Genesis II. I often surprise people by pointing out this contradiction and conflation (for even highly devout people don’t always study the Bible much these days). They think that I must be nuts, or hallucinating, so I just tell them to check it out (at least most homes still have the basic data, no matter how otherwise bookless!)—and they get mighty surprised. Always be wary of what you think you know best.

3
Much of the material for this section comes from my essay “William Jennings Bryan’s last campaign,” published in
Bully for Brontosaurus
(W.W. Norton, 1991).

4
P
SYCHOLOGICAL
R
EASONS FOR
C
ONFLICT
Can Nature Nurture Our Hopes?

F
OR TRADITIONALISTS OF THE OLD
order, 1859 was not the best of years. The principal mark and symbol must lie, inevitably and permanently (at least so long as our culture endures), with the publication of Darwin’s
Origin of Species
. But Darwin’s vision of a morally neutral world, not constructed for human delectation (and not evidently cognizant either of our presence or our preferences for comfort), received an unusual boost from the literary sensation of the same year—the first edition of Edward Fitzgerald’s very free translation of the
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
, the eleventh-century Persian mathematician and freethinker. Each of Omar’s quatrains embodies a philosophical gem of resignation to a world without intrinsic sense or desired form.
(Rubaiyat
is the plural of
ruba’i
, a distinctive four-line form of verse with rhymes on the first, second, and fourth lines.)

Instead of presenting the conventional quotes from Darwin, some lines from Omar may give us even more insight into the angst of mid-Victorian times, as traditional moral certainties eroded before a juggernaut of technological transformation and colonial expansion, all fueled by the progress of science. Consider this thought on the cosmic confusion of it all:

Into this Universe, and Why not knowing,

Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing:

And out of it, as Wind along the Waste

I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.

Or this on the earth’s mean estate (a shabby hotel for camel caravans!) and the meandering nature of our lives:

Think, in this battered Caravanserai

Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,

How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp

Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.

Or this on our inability to make nature conform to our hopes and dreams:

Ah Love! could you and I with Fate conspire

To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,

Would we not shatter it to bits—and then

Remold it nearer to the Heart’s Desire!

Why should we not, in such a world, “take the cash, and let the credit go,” to cite Omar’s most enduring line (usually misattributed to Adam Smith, J. M. Keynes, Donald Trump, or some other figure from a more immediate Western world).

This book rests on a basic, uncomplicated premise that sets my table of contents and order of procedure, and that requires restatement at several points in the logic of my argument: NOMA is a simple, humane, rational, and altogether conventional argument for mutual respect, based on non-overlapping subject matter, between two components of wisdom in a full human life: our drive to understand the factual character of nature (the magisterium of science), and our need to define meaning in our lives and a moral basis for our actions (the magisterium of religion).

I sketch this argument, with examples of support from leaders on both sides, in the first two chapters. The second half of the book then examines the central paradox of why such an eminently sensible solution to the nonproblem of supposed conflict between science and religion—a resolution supported by nearly all major thinkers in both magisteria—has been poorly comprehended and frequently resisted. The two major reasons,
defining the last two chapters of this book, can also be simply stated and understood—even if the actual history of discussion, based on a chronicle of confusion, has been downright byzantine. I treated the first, or
historical
, reason in
chapter 3
: the reluctance of many religious devotees to withdraw from turf once legitimately occupied under previous views of life and nature, but now properly deeded to the newer magisterium of science (combined with the symmetrical imperialism of many scientists who stage similar invalid forays into the magisterium of moral argument).

I now devote this final chapter to the second, or
psychological
, reason—an issue whose stark simplicity should also stand forth, even in the historical morass of actual struggle: we live in a vale of tears (or at least on a field of confusion), and we therefore clutch at any proffered comfort of an encompassing sort, however dubious the logic, and however contrary the evidence.

I opened this chapter with classic doubts, from an eleventh-century Persian poet, about nature’s beneficence. We may consult an equally classic Western source for the complement to this fear about nature—our anxiety about our own status and our ability to make sense of our surroundings. Consider these famous lines (heroic couplets rather than quatrains this time) from Alexander Pope’s
Essay on Man
(1733–34):

Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,

A being darkly wise and rudely great …

He hangs between; in doubt to act or rest;

In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast …

Created half to rise, and half to fall;

Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;

Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl’d;

The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!

Such compounded anxiety about nature and human understanding must generate “rescue fantasies,” to cite a catchphrase of contemporary therapy. We long to situate ourselves on a benevolent, warm, furry, encompassing planet, created to provide our material needs, and constructed for our domination and delectation. Unfortunately, this pipe dream of succor from the realm of meaning (and therefore under the magisterium of religion) imposes definite and unrealistic demands upon the factual construction of nature (under the magisterium of science). But nature, who is as she is, and who existed in earthly form for 4.5 billion years before we arrived to impose our interpretations upon her, greets us with sublime indifference and no preference for accommodating our yearnings. We are therefore left with no alternative. We must undertake the hardest of all journeys by ourselves: the search for meaning in a place both maximally impenetrable and closest to home—within our own frail being.

We should therefore, with grace and optimism, embrace NOMA’s tough-minded demand: Acknowledge the personal character of these human struggles about morals and meanings, and stop looking for definite answers in nature’s construction. But many people cannot bear to surrender nature as a “transitional object”—a baby’s warm blanket for our adult comfort. But when we do (for we must), nature can finally emerge in her true form: not as a distorted mirror of our needs, but as our most fascinating companion. Only then can we unite the patches built by our separate magisteria into a beautiful and coherent quilt called wisdom.

The misguided search for intrinsic meaning within nature—the ultimate (and also the oldest) violation of NOMA—has taken two principal forms in Western traditions. I call the first approach the “Psalm Eight,” or “all things under his feet,” solution, to commemorate both the honest and accurate posing of the question: How, in the light of our cosmic smallness, can we even contemplate any favorable intrinsic meaning?

When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers; the moon and the stars which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him?

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