I find science depressing. It aims to leave no room for the unexplainable. It has no room for love. No place for fun and no openings for Santa Clause. And our earthy science rejects the idea of anything bigger then use simply because ..we cannot see it. Science has even tried to dumb love down to nothing more then chemical reactions in the space between our ears. Many years ago people believed in magic. and those beliefs made life worth living. The mystery, the fun, the intense impulse to explore the unknown. LOVE. We waited for things because people were having fun imagining what it could all mean and what the future could bring. Instead of plans we had dreams… Hope… Faith. Everyday was an adventure. But now life is nothing more then a calculated event. Society picks your course. The dollar compels you and love is pushed to the side for other endeavours.
Why do we fight so hard to know all there is to know about everything? do you not remember being a child? We knew so little and our world AMAZED us! Each color was an EVENT and each emotion was something new to be explored. We were innocent and FUCK we were happy! Our days were made when we were allowed a piece of chocolate! but now we feel as though we are entitled to that candy. It’s not an experience… just part our greasy north american diet. Remember believing in Santa Clause? We didn’t care that we had never seen him.. we were so damn obliged to believe in him because the IDEA of him was such a great thing. The magic of our world drove us each day. But then science explained to us that magic can’t exist… love is not real and after all your earthly effort you will be met with… nothing. Our innocents gone we were left with a world that looked to be about 50 shades of dismal.
I’m not rejecting science. I like science. It keeps us healthy and makes life easier for so many people in so many ways. I just don’t feel that everything NEEDS an explanation. I am happy in my world of innocents. Dreaming and imagining the possibilites. I refuse to let science define love or magic to me. To let science tell you that something cannot exist is a far worse crime than letting someone dream that it can. To believe that only what we can explain is real is far more foolish than to accept the idea of something we cannot. The greatest things in life are unexplainable, intangible things.