Studying the history of the philosophy of science has turned out to be more interesting than I expected, but also almost completely useless. It doesn’t help to explain Descartes thought experiments on epistemology to someone who has decided Trump is fixing the world. It does make for interesting ways to pass the time however.
I was sitting in the doctor’s office today, waiting, and I heard through the wall, “this is going to hurt a little”, followed by a blood curdling scream, then, “I haven’t done anything yet.” The child was just old enough to negotiate the situation, although prolific use of crying and screaming was her chief strategy and she had very few options. I wanted to go over and explain that she shouldn’t hit her friends, because pain is bad, but if it’s a doctor, then it’s okay. This wasn’t a moral dilemma, no drawings of trollies, really a pretty simple concept, but one that will take years for her to sort out. The doctor didn’t have much to offer except a “special” band-aid, but then that just became something else to want. Not sure if she thought the band-aid was magic, or that it just signaled the end of the torture.