The never ending brewing alchemy and shared secrets
“The greatest scientists are artists as well”-Albert Einstein
If the creativity of a soul rises from the intricacies of a cell, then we are merely clusters of cells, reaching inward, prodding at ourselves, still unable to understand what we are becoming.
“Both the man of science and the man of art live always at the edge of mystery, surrounded by it.”
J. Robert Oppenheimer
As a multicellular being , we owe the responsibility to eternally peak across the single cells and prod them with curious gnarled wands of rusty science.
Surely, when there is tear upon the fabric of classical science, something new wiggles out and it continues evolving until a new era.
But this leads us to a pressing question: how did science, once a winding rustic path full of marvel and myth, become a mechanical highway? Science was born out of curiosity, intertwined with stories and wonder. Yet, over time, it straightened, disciplined, and lost some of its play.
Around the 17th century, during the Scientific Revolution, the free and playful child called Science was asked to behave. Thinkers like Galileo and Newton became its tutors, setting rules and demanding order. Science, now an adolescent, was tamed with formulas and grand designs, its wild curiosity bound into repeatable and controllable patterns.
This could be one way of putting it, and it looks a bit too harsh on us. But slowly, it changed. It had to, maybe. It learned discipline. It learned how to prove, how to repeat, how to be certain.
Underneath all its order, something in science stayed awake.
Nevertheless, the rebel, aka Science, hit puberty and his own parents were no longer able to understand his newfound philosophies on String Theory and Quantum Mechanics. He seems to contradict himself.
All that discipline unraveled, reshaping itself into a new avatar, evolutionary and deeply mysterious.
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