Ignorance is bliss

On windy moonlit nights, when I used walk on the beach with my parents, I used to see stars in the sky and, on the beach sand were tiny shiny things. I used to think that those were the stars that fell of from the sky. The world was really beautiful.

Nowadays when I look up on windy moonlit nights, I see fusion reactors and on the sand I see reflective minerals like mica.

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One thought on “Ignorance is bliss

  1. No, it shouldn’t be like that. Consider this on your next walk.

    A real favourite of mine, from Richard Feynman’s “The Pleasure of Finding Things Out”.

    “I have a friend who’s an artist and he’s sometimes taken a view which I don’t agree with very well. He’ll hold up a flower and say, “Look how beautiful it is,” and I’ll agree, I think. And he says – “you see, I as an artist can see how beautiful this is, but you as a scientist, oh, you take this all apart and it becomes a dull thing.” And I think that he’s kind of nutty.

    First of all, the beauty that he sees is available to other people and to me, too, I believe, although I might not be quite as refined aesthetically as he is; but I can appreciate the beauty of a flower.

    At the same time, I can see much more about the flower than he sees. I can imagine the cells in there, the complicated actions inside which also have a beauty. I mean it’s not just beauty at this dimension of one centimeter, there is also beauty at a smaller dimension, the inner structure.

    Also the processes, the fact that the colors in the flower evolved in order to attract insects to pollinate it is interesting – it means that insects can see the color. It adds a question: Does this aesthetic sense also exist in the lower forms? Why is it aesthetic? All kinds of interesting questions which shows that a science knowledge only adds to the mystery and awe of a flower. It only adds; I don’t understand how it subtracts.”

    In fact, I’ve just found him reciting these very words.

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