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Factfullness

It is noteworthy fact to suggest that our worldview is shrinking everyday. In recent few years emotional instincts of human beings have over-powered their capacity to reason and to appreciate fact. Most of the imaginations are limited to our personal achievements, instead of a worldview of sacrifice and commitment for the welfare of all. Undeniably, the emotional instinct is integral to a human's personality, but to allow it to overpower a sense of reason is troubling. The collective imagination is required to live by a sense of "scientific attitude", because it is "reason which unites us" and "emotion divides us" (J.J. Rousseau). Why am I arguing that the collective imagination is missing amidst chaos of personal cacophony? The answer lies in our attitude towards "Commons". Humans are more concerned about CV than Common Heritage of Human Kind. While a good CV may ensure good prospects, but it will certainly not benefit the prospect of human's survival in a longer run. For no ideological commitment would be able to avoid this imminent and apparant catastrophe. 

Earning money, or doing business is not an unethical pursuit. In fact, freedom to choose our pursuit of happiness is sine qua non in the development and progress of humans. However, to treat this goal an end in itself is disturbing. Not only we must ensure that our worldview must not be restricted by the limited imagination of media, which is concerned for profit and profit only. The respect for fact is missing from our collective imagination. If I put the words of Hans Rosling (Factfullness), we are suffering from so many instincts, which demean the factful worldview. We are often baffled by various instincts, which have developed in our collective psyche from many a generation. For example, we suffer from Negative instinct, like the world is not progressing, rather it is becoming vulnerable day by day. However, the data suggests otherwise in every segment of our progress and development. Similarly, we often generalize everything without looking the fact. We often stereotype about so many things without understanding in its essence. We suffer from single perspective and try to apply the same method, or principle in so many segments of our life. Like an engineer will lookout  every structure to deconstruct and reconstruct every building block. Or a lawyer will try to find out right, duty, or liberty in every possible phenomenon of our life. In a way, this instinct restricts us in understanding something, which is not possible from the perspective of "confirmation bais" or "epistemological bais".  We often tend to classify so many things into binary, like developed and developing, poor and reach, beautiful and ugly and so on. But, in fact no reality is that much limited. There is always a gray area whose reality cannot be reflected in binary. We also rely upon "urgency instinct". By this method we choose everything in urgency like here now, otherwise never. This tendency affects the possibility to choose and decide in independent and objective manner. It's equally true that the data cannot decide everything. But, to rely upon it, whenever and wherever it is necessary, is not a bad idea. "Factfullness" is a must read book for every person who cares about objectivity, truth, progress for our planet. The collective imagination will reinvigorate only if the human progress is remote from ignorance and leaps and bounds towards light. Like in Sanskrit we often remember a pious verse:

~असतो मा सदगमय ॥ तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय ॥ मृत्योर्मामृतम् गमय

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