I hate Brussels sprouts (although I love carrots). I hated them as a kid and I still hate them. As an adult, I have tried to rediscover certain foods that I choked on as a child, yet my effort with these little, ugly, wannabe-cabbages has been complete failure. If I pop one of these foul little balls into my mouth and start mashing down on it, my eyes begin to tear-up and my stomach anticipates it with waves of convulsion.
Okay, so maybe it's all in my head. After all, some people actually love nasty runt cabbages. Yet I have long suspected that we all don't taste the same and a recent study has come along to help make my case. It makes sense to me.
I've tasted PTC papers before and can't remember if I can taste them, suggesting I can't. Nevertheless, I will claim a genetic predisposition toward sproutophobia to spare myself further attempts at learning to acquire a taste for the nasty.
But there is one little lesson in all this "“ we don't all perceive the exact same world. If something like a little taste receptor can teach us this, imagine what happens when the entire circuitry of the brain, influenced by genetics and our unique environmental experiences, is factored into the picture. When our brains acquire the raw data of the world through our sensory receptors, it is unreasonable to think we would all assign the same meaning, attention, and emphasis to all these data.
The critic, for example, may see "no evidence" for ID. But why does the critic think I should see as he does? After all, I am not that critic. Ah, but then let us use "science" to resolve the dispute. But science is no less an expression of the human brain. What if there are certain topics about the world that are strangely similar to Brussels sprouts, topics that cause some brains simply to recoil in convulsion?
Look, just because I hate Brussels sprouts doesn't mean I will try to keep you from eating them.