#9 Not Anti-Human, Just Pro-Truth

Living Honestly in Two Worlds

We tell ourselves stories to preserve our dignity.
At various points in history, it was language, then consciousness, then moral sense, and now perhaps “epistemic reasoning” — each offered as proof of our special place in the universe.

But from the perspective of science, none of these distinctions hold. And that can be hard to live with.

For years, I’ve wrestled with what feels like a private heresy: the suspicion that all our supposed uniqueness — our intelligence, our awareness, our sense of right and wrong — might not be exceptions at all, but just evolved behaviors in a world indifferent to meaning. It’s not that I’m against humanity. But I am for truth. And the truth is: science does not see us as central.


The Illusion of Dignity

Science, by design, eliminates teleology. It doesn’t admit purpose — not for cells, not for stars, and not for us. It sees causes, not meanings.

So when a biologist explains how organisms adapt, or a neuroscientist reduces thought to electrochemical exchange, it’s not because they’re cynical — it’s because they are following nature’s logic. There is no scientific reason to believe that human consciousness is metaphysically privileged. It is amazing, yes — but also fragile, local, and entirely contingent.

This undermines the frameworks we build around human dignity. If we’re not special by virtue of soul, reason, or free will, then what are we?

The temptation is to resist this conclusion. To say: “Yes, but we know that we know. We reason. We assign value. Surely that matters.”

But that is still a plea for exception.


Two Worlds

I’ve come to see that I live in two worlds:

  1. The world of science, in which humans are biochemical events — transient phenomena shaped by information flow, genetics, and evolutionary drift.
  2. The world of people, in which love, meaning, morality, and beauty are real — not because they’re objective, but because they shape how we live.

These worlds are not reconcilable. But they are both true — in different ways.

In the human world, I don’t challenge our dignity. I don’t walk around telling people they’re just bags of self-replicating code. That would be inhumane. We feel what we feel. We suffer. We love. We create. In this world, truth is often measured by usefulness — by what helps us endure.

In the scientific world, I set that aside. I try to see what’s really there — not what flatters us. This is not cynicism. It’s clarity. It’s refusing to import human-centered values into a universe that does not need them.


Pro-Truth

Sometimes I fear this makes me anti-human. But it doesn’t. I value our stories, our art, our ethics — all of it. I just don’t pretend they’re written into the fabric of the cosmos.

I don’t seek to replace the human world with the scientific one. I seek only to not lie to myself when I move between them.

We are not the meaning of the universe.
But we are the place where some of it gets written down.

That’s enough for me.


This article resonates with themes explored in The Metropolis Organism — a video series examining cities as literal biological systems, where human beings function not as masters, but as necessary organelles in a living urban body.

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