Chet Raymo, “What Not to Believe”

Skepticism, on the other hand, must be learned. I was late in realizing that I didn’t have to believe the received “truth.” My best teacher was a somewhat older Panamanian secular Jew I went to graduate school with at UCLA. We took our brown-bag lunches together in the university’s botanical garden, and spent the hour talking about physics, religion, and the “meaning of life.”

Moises was the first person I had encountered after sixteen years of Catholic education who mentioned the word “skepticism.” “Why do you believe that?” he would ask, and often I had no answer except that it was what my family and teachers told me was true. The idea that I might actually examine the basis for my beliefs was a rather new concept. In matters of religion, like almost everyone else in the world, I had embraced uncritically the faith story into which I was born.

And thus began my search for “a judicious sense of what not to believe.” When later, as a teacher, I wrote a little column for each issue of the college newspaper, I called it “Under a Skeptical Star,” from a line of the Scots poet/scholar William MacNeile Dixon: “If there be a skeptical star I was born under it, yet I have lived all my days in complete astonishment.” A liberating sense of what not to believe opened the door to a vastly more interesting world whose diverse and astonishing riches I continue to explore to this day.”