"Gordon R. Dickson - Idiot Solvant" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dickson Gordon R)

Arlie's chubby countenance. "What?"
"Incapable. Consciously." Arlie rolled the words around in his mouth. "By
which I mean," he went on, with a slight grin, "man has no conscious
mechanism for the solution of new intellectual problems." He cocked his
head at Hank, and paused.
"All right. All right!" fumed Hank. "Tell me."
"There seems to be a definite possibility," said Arlie, capturing a crumb
from the piece of wax paper that had enwrapped his ham sandwich, and
chewing on it thoughtfully, "that there may be more truth than poetry to the
words inspiration, illuminating flash, and stroke of genius. It may well turn
out that the new-problem solving mechanism is not under conscious control
at all. Hm-m-m, yes. Did I tell you Marta wants me to try out one of these
new all-liquid reducing diets? When a wife starts that тАУ"
"Never mind Marta!" shouted Hank. "What about nobody being
consciously capable of solving a problem?"
Arlie frowned.
"What I'm trying to say," he said, "is that when we try to solve a problem
consciously, we are actually only utilizing an attention-focusing mechanism.
Look, let me define a so-called 'new problem' for you тАУ"
"One that you haven't bumped into before."
"No," said Arlie. "No. Now you're falling into a trap." He waggled a thick
finger at Hank; a procedure intensely irritating to Hank, who suffered a sort
of adrenalin explosion the moment he suspected anybody of lecturing
down to him. "Does every hitherto undiscovered intersection you approach
in your car constitute a new problem in automobile navigation? Of course
not. A truly new problem is not merely some variation or combination of
factors from problems you have encountered before. It's a problem that for
you, at least, previously did not even exist. It is, in fact, a problem created
by the solution of a problem of equal value in the past."
"All right. Say it is," scowled Hank. "Then what?"
"Then," said Arlie, "a true problem must always pose the special
condition that no conscious tools of education or experience yet exist for its
solution. Ergo, it cannot be handled on the conscious level. The logic of
conscious thought is like the limb structure of the elephant, which, though
ideally adapted to allow seven tons of animal a six-and-a-half-foot stride,
absolutely forbids it the necessary spring to jump across a seven-foot
trench that bars its escape from the zoo. For the true problem, you've got to
get from hyar to thar without any stepping stone to help you across the gap
that separates you from the solution. So, you're up against it, Hank. You're
in a position where you can't fly but you got to. What do you do?"
"You tell me," glowered Hank.
"The answer's simple," said Arlie, blandly. "You fly."
"But you just said I couldn't!" Hank snapped.
"What I said," said Arlie, "was two things. One, you can't fly; two, you got
to fly. What you're doing is clinging to one, which forces you to toss out two.
What I'm pointing out is that you should cling to two, which tosses out one.
Now, your conscious, experienced, logical mind knows you can't fly. The
whole idea's silly. It won't even consider the problem. But your unconscious
тАУ haa!"
"What about my unconscious?"