…or shall I say “in defense of crackpottery”?
I’ve said it before. I’ll say it again. Humanity is in a bit of a pinch just now. Need all the help we can get, yes?
It may be that in order to save our sorry asses we humans are going to need to pull a rabbit out of our collective hat any day now. And what if we’ve misplaced our hat? And what if we don’t believe in rabbits?
By the way, I don’t think Rupert Sheldrake is a classic Crackpot, though he intentionally plays the crackpot card often enough. I admire him, and here’s why. Sheldrake is playing Devil’s Advocate, and we need to hear it.
I’ve actually come to a bit of a decision, in part in response to Rupert Sheldrake’s latest book “Science Set Free”. I do not have an academic job. Unlike many people who aspire to understand Natural Philosophy, I have nothing to lose by riding the crackpot wave.
It is arguably my duty to speculate.
If people in my position – at least moderately scientifically informed, and not economically dependent upon being perceived as scientifically orthodox – don’t have the courage and, let us say it, self-deprecating humor to take a chance on looking foolish or gullible, then who will?
‘Tis my duty.