Socrates - the virtue of doubt
I will refer you to a witness who is worthy of credit, and will tell you about my wisdom - whether I have any, and of what sort - and that witness shall be the god of Delphi.
You must
have known Chaerephon; he was early a friend of mine, and also a
friend of yours, for he shared in the exile of the people, and returned with you. Well, Chaerephon, as you know, was very impetuous in all
his doings, and he went to Delphi and boldly asked the oracle
to tell him whether - as I was saying, I must beg you not to
interrupt - he asked the oracle to tell him whether there was
anyone wiser than I was, and the Pythian prophetess answered
that there was no man wiser. Chaerephon is dead himself, but
his brother, who is in court, will confirm the truth of this story.
Why do I
mention this? Because I am going to explain to you why I have
such an evil name. When I heard the answer, I said to myself, What can
the god mean? and what is the interpretation of this riddle? for I know
that I have no wisdom, small or great. What can he mean when he says that I am the wisest of men? And yet he is a god and cannot lie;
that would be against his nature.
After a
long consideration, I at last thought of a method of trying the
question. I reflected that if I could only find a man wiser
than myself, then I might go to the god with a refutation in my
hand. I should say to him, "Here is a man who is wiser than I am; but you said that I was the wisest."
Accordingly
I went to one who had the reputation of wisdom, and observed to
him - his name I need not mention; he was a politician whom I
selected for examination - and the result was as follows: When
I began to talk with him, I could not help thinking that he was
not really wise, although he was thought wise by many, and wiser still
by himself; and I went and tried to explain to him that he thought himself
wise, but was not really wise; and the consequence was that he hated
me, and his enmity was shared by several who were present and heard me. So I left him, saying to myself, as I went away: Well,
although I do not suppose that either of us knows anything
really beautiful and good, I am better off than he is - for he
knows nothing, and thinks that he knows. I neither know nor
think that I know. In this latter particular, then, I seem to
have slightly the advantage of him.
Then I went
to another, who had still higher philosophical pretensions, and
my conclusion was exactly the same. I made another enemy of
him, and of many others besides him.
After this
I went to one man after another, being not unconscious of the
enmity which I provoked, and I lamented and feared this: but necessity was laid upon me - the word of God, I thought, ought to be
considered first. And I said to myself, Go I must to all who
appear to know, and find out the meaning of the oracle.
And I swear
to you, Athenians, by the dog I swear! - for I must tell you
the truth - the result of my mission was just this: I found
that the men most in repute were all but the most foolish; and
that some inferior men were really wiser and better. I will tell you the tale of my wanderings and of the "Herculean" labors,
as I may call them, which I endured only to find at last the
oracle irrefutable.
When I left the politicians, I went to the poets; tragic, dithyrambic,
and all sorts. And there, I said to myself, you will be
detected; now you will find out that you are more ignorant than
they are. Accordingly, I took them some of the most elaborate
passages in their own writings, and asked what was the meaning
of them - thinking that they would teach me something. Will you
believe me? I am almost ashamed to speak of this, but still I must
say that there is hardly a person present who would not have talked better about their poetry than they did themselves. That showed me
in an instant that not by wisdom do poets write poetry, but by
a sort of genius and inspiration; they are like diviners or
soothsayers who also say many fine things, but do not
understand the meaning of them. And the poets appeared to me to
be much in the same case; and I further observed that upon the strength
of their poetry they believed themselves to be the wisest of men in
other things in which they were not wise. So I departed, conceiving myself to be superior to them for the same reason that I was
superior to the politicians.
At last I
went to the artisans, for I was conscious that I knew nothing
at all, as I may say, and I was sure that they knew many fine things; and in this I was not mistaken, for they did know many things of
which I was ignorant, and in this they certainly were wiser
than I was. But I observed that even the good artisans fell
into the same error as the poets; because they were good
workmen they thought that they also knew all sorts of high
matters, and this defect in them overshadowed their wisdom - therefore I asked myself on behalf of the oracle, whether I would like to be
as I was, neither having their knowledge nor their ignorance,
or like them in both; and I made answer to myself and the
oracle that I was better off as I was.
Socrates,
399 BCE, related by Plato in The apology21