Friday, April 18, 2025

Hill of beans

William James on the illusion of order - or disorder - in the world.

When one views the world with no definite theological bias one way or the

other, one sees that order and disorder, as we now recognize them, are purely

human inventions. We are interested in certain types of arrangement, useful,

æsthetic, or moral,—so interested that whenever we find them realized, the fact

emphatically rivets our attention. The result is that we work over the contents

of the world selectively. It is overflowing with disorderly arrangements from

our point of view, but order is the only thing we care for and look at, and by

choosing, one can always find some sort of orderly arrangement in the midst of

any chaos. If I should throw down a thousand beans at random upon a table, I

could doubtless, by eliminating a sufficient number of them, leave the rest in

almost any geometrical pattern you might propose to me, and you might then

say that that pattern was the thing prefigured beforehand, and that the other

beans were mere irrelevance and packing material. Our dealings with Nature

are just like this. She is a vast plenum in which our attention draws capricious

lines in innumerable directions. We count and name whatever lies upon the

special lines we trace, whilst the other things and the untraced lines are neither

named nor counted. There are in reality infinitely more things 'unadapted' to

each other in this world than there are things 'adapted'; infinitely more things

with irregular relations than with regular relations between them. But we look

for the regular kind of thing exclusively, and ingeniously discover and preserve

it in our memory. It accumulates with other regular kinds, until the collection of

them fills our encyclopædias. Yet all the while between and around them lies an

infinite anonymous chaos of objects that no one ever thought of together, of

relations that never yet attracted our attention. (Varieties, 438n)

Is our cherry-picking too unambitious? Noticing the unremarked "relations" among the "infinite chaos of objects" might be part of making them into adaptations. I love the bean game. Maybe Bruno Munari can help us take it farther! Courtyard maples in red/green/yellow approve!