We talked about relatives on Thanksgiving day. One of them was described as an idiot savant. Uncle Hank has lived as a pariah. When younger, he would ride the city bus drunk out of his mind and beat up the drivers. He has never been functional, is alcoholic and wanders the streets in the small town in which he was born. He is wasted and has been wasted since he was a boy. We treat folks like this like trash–throw away people.
I worked with kids like him. Odd balls, they’re called, odd ducks, and if they have a particular and overdeveloped talent, we call them idiot savants. Hank was gifted in mathematics.
We’ve all heard about folks like this or watched the movie Rain Man. What we don’t necessarily acknowledge is the scope of their genius. What could they offer us as a society if we brought them into the fold rather than treat them as if they’re parlor amusements, another oddity like the two headed lamb?
They see the world differently, through the narrow lens of numbers.
I laid in bed last night thinking about this man and thinking about the Fibonacci sequence. Now, please forgive me. I am not a mathematician and such talk makes me feel dizzy and slightly nauseous, but the point I am trying to make, however tenuous, is that mathematics is a language for understanding the natural world, the “geometry of plants, flowers, fruits…” There are recurrent structures and forms, mathematical regularities all around us.
Fibonacci saw these regularities in mathematical terms. It’s just a matter of language isn’t it? Here he is:
What if Uncle Hank only speaks in a foreign language? What if he has spent his whole life unable to communicate in his tongue? What if his way of seeing the world is totally alien and therefore discarded by the rest of us?
What if his brain is built in such a way that he, somehow magically, is able to see the deep form of our world. Divination: The act of discovering hidden knowledge through unusual insight. We regular folks like our divine knowledge in church with an officiant who is tidy, socially adept, and doesn’t make too many demands.
I am not saying that all savants are alike. Some can’t function in the world: they can’t cook or clean or socialize appropriately. They forget to bathe or wash their hair. Some hear voices, hallucinate and poop their pants. They frighten us, they embarrass us.
Their brilliance is narrow but it is brilliance nonetheless. It’s a lopsided brilliance, but it ain’t no parlor trick. It is an asymmetry in their brain. What if we could use their abilities? What if they can see things, patterns, regularities, that they rest of us are blind to? What if?
These “oddballs”, these outcasts, might have much to teach us. Don’t call them idiots.
Here is a little something to show you, the fearful symmetry of nature: