I heard the Indigo Girls song Galileo this morning. It’s not their best song, in my opinion, but it’s among their most popular. The song evokes Galileo as a symbol of the highest achievement of human intellect: How long till my soul gets it right? / Can any human being ever reach the highest light? / I call on the resting soul of Galileo / King of night vision, king of insight. Lyricist Emily Saliers employs Galileo as a metaphor for the search for meaning.
The song got me thinking about Galileo. I idolized great scientists and mathematicians and inventors when I was young, and Galileo certainly belongs on that list. In A Brief History of Time, Stephen Hawking wrote: “Galileo, perhaps more than any other single person, was responsible for the birth of modern science” – who am I to argue with Stephen Hawking?
But Galileo wasn’t on my Top 10 list. I knew of him, as kids do, as the inventor of the telescope (which, of course, he wasn’t). But my intellectual idol was Leonardo da Vinci.
I don’t mean to embark upon a debate over which of these great thinkers made the more important or substantial contributions to the modern world. Such debates are pointless at best. No, what I find interesting about my childhood preference for da Vinci is what it reveals about the way we encounter and assimilate information. I want to talk about that today. And that means I’m going to have to delve into the past a bit.
My dad was a rookie newspaper reporter when I was a kid, and my mom stayed home with a house full of toddlers. I was too young to know it at the time, but looking back, it’s clear that we didn’t have any money. My childhood was spent in a series of undersized rentals filled with hand-me-down furniture. Other kids got all the latest toys, but my sisters and I did without.
I recognize now that my mom and dad had to scrimp and save to maintain our rowdy household. But in one area, they spent like millionaires. I grew up in a house full of books. I mean it – there were books everywhere. Thousands of books, hardcover and paperback, filling shelves in every room. My dad, who never owned a new car in his life, was so idealistic he got his kids not one, but three sets of encyclopedias.
You remember encyclopedias, right? They were big multiple-volume reference works packed with articles on all kinds of topics: art, history, science, mythology, math…every branch of human knowledge. We had the Encyclopedia Americana, the Encyclopedia Britannica, and the World Book Encyclopedia. (Plus, as I recall, the beautiful Time-Life Science and Nature series of stand-alone volumes on individual topics.) These weren’t picture-book references for kids, but full-scale grown-up reference works of the kind typically owned by libraries. Each was more than 20 oversize hardcover volumes. I’ll never know how my parents were able to afford them.
These (and many other wonderful reference works) didn’t appear when I learned to read, nor when I started school, nor when my academic assignments began to require research. No, they were there from the beginning. And my parents didn’t put them away on a high shelf to protect the onion-skin pages and leather bindings. The encyclopedias were on the bottom shelf so we toddlers could browse through them at will, starting before we could read. By the time I entered first grade, I had spent hundreds of hours with those encyclopedias. I had probably read 1,000 articles. (I’ll make no claim regarding the depth of my understanding.)
In some ways, my unfettered access to these thousands and thousands of pages of reference material was similar to my current access to information on the Internet. But the information differed in one significant way.
On the Internet, I can launch a query and obtain links to scores of relevant documents. With encyclopedias, access was alphabetical by topic. I couldn’t ask the encyclopedias of my childhood for a list of the Top 10 contributors to modern science. I could learn about Galileo only by picking up the G volume and flipping to the appropriate page. If I wasn’t looking for Galileo, I wouldn’t encounter him.
I think that’s why I was a confirmed da Vinci loyalist. I knew about da Vinci, because I had happened upon his entries in the reference books. I’m sure the pages devoted to da Vinci were illustrated with his drawings and paintings, which would have caught my younger self’s attention. In fact, I remember studying da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man (this link is well worth following).
I think it’s reasonable to conclude that Emily Saliers, who is about my age, happened to stumble onto different articles in her childhood exploration of history’s great thinkers. She bumped into Galileo, and I found da Vinci. It’s as simple as that. In the age of the printed word, chance and happenstance could have lifelong repercussions.
I have begun thinking about how today’s children will embark upon their intellectual quests, and what the lifelong results will be. The Internet is an unorganized heap of questionable facts and articles of dubious merit. My encyclopedias were produced by professionals with resources for fact-checking and a commitment to objectivity, neither of which is a strong point of the Web. But the Internet’s searchability means it can provide meaningful answers to broad, naïve questions. If you can pry the kids away from YouTube and Facebook, they just may find exploring the Internet just as rewarding, and life-changing, as my own encounters with printed references.
Oh, and about the encyclopedias. I’m sure my parents intended for them to serve as long-term resources for my academic career. But I quickly found that these secondary resources are not held in high esteem in the academic world. The pursuit of knowledge led me to consult original works rather than the encyclopedias’ condensed summaries of the works. So I outgrew them fairly quickly.
I am grateful to my parents for making the encyclopedias and other references available to me as a child. Browsing through a house full of books led me to a fulfilling information addiction, an addiction I feed now through Chrome and a broadband connection. I’m sad that today’s children won’t have the same experience.
They’ll learn to acquire knowledge in a different way, through a searchable, highly responsive broadband Internet. I wonder what effect that difference will have on the way they think, decades from now.
Web recommendation: I love Jeff Duntemann. I seem to recall that the two of us had a falling out, long ago, when we were editors of rival magazines, but I can’t remember the details now. Duntemann is a superb writer and a careful thinker. When I stumbled across his blog the other day, I realized how much I had missed reading his editorials and articles. J.D. says check it out.
J.D. Hildebrand has written hundreds of articles for dozens of publications and online communities dedicated to software development. He intends to make a lot of ice cream this summer.