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The Man of Science, and The Science of Man
THE FOLLOWING IS INTENDED TO BE READ AS A WORK OF FICTION. PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT IF YOU ENJOYED THIS REFRESHING THEORY OF HUMAN ORIGIN.
It is commonly said that ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’. I have come to find that sometimes, only sometimes, words can be worth a thousand pictures. All too often we do not listen correctly; we listen to respond, we do not listen to understand. Most would write that off as ‘human nature’. But, has anyone seen a picture of human nature? I know I certainly haven’t.
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“It’s comical how much your kind thinks it knows, it truly is.” the man muttered with a smirk on his face. He crossed his arms and leaned back confidently in the chair. “You truly do believe that you were all created by two human beings that were a little too curious about fruit growing in a garden that did not belong to them…” His grin grew into a laugh. “That is simply precious.”
“Well, I can certainly tell you that not everyone believes in that tale. I, for one, don’t believe a single word of religion,” I responded in a challenging tone. Truth be told, religion never made much sense to me. Sure, we must have come from somewhere (something, someone?), but the way he explained it made the stories that I have been told sound quite silly. “Besides, what makes you the authority of our origin?”
“Oh, sure, not every single one of you believes in that. However, when studying a group of subjects, the most popular thoughts and beliefs are recorded as the entire group’s philosophy.” He sat there staring back at me as if anticipating a response. Before I had a chance to say anything in return he fired back with, “let me ask you; how old is this planet?”
“Since you are asking me, the answer is about four and a half billion years old. But, there are people that would strongly argue otherwise.”
“And what makes you so sure that this planet is ‘about four and a half billion years old’?”
“The science, the physics, is there to prove it!”
“Your science is there to prove it. You haven’t even discovered all the rules of your science, yet you act as if you have written the book!” the man said in rhythm with the vein on his forehead.
I have always considered myself a man of science,for the most part. At age 13 I was already trying to find out what the hell that ‘quantum mechanics stuff’ was all about, and I was able to comprehend the basics of it. A well rounded understanding of various scientific knowledge was something that I had always prided myself on, and I didn’t take criticism like this very well.
“How old does your science say this planet is?” I challenged.
“That is not the question you need to be asking. Plus, you wouldn’t trust the answer my science has to offer you.” The grin was back. He casually reached into his jacket pocket, and placed a Twinkie on my desk. He sat back in the chair again, arms crossed, and looked at me. After a few moments of silence, I...
It is commonly said that ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’. I have come to find that sometimes, only sometimes, words can be worth a thousand pictures. All too often we do not listen correctly; we listen to respond, we do not listen to understand. Most would write that off as ‘human nature’. But, has anyone seen a picture of human nature? I know I certainly haven’t.
***
“It’s comical how much your kind thinks it knows, it truly is.” the man muttered with a smirk on his face. He crossed his arms and leaned back confidently in the chair. “You truly do believe that you were all created by two human beings that were a little too curious about fruit growing in a garden that did not belong to them…” His grin grew into a laugh. “That is simply precious.”
“Well, I can certainly tell you that not everyone believes in that tale. I, for one, don’t believe a single word of religion,” I responded in a challenging tone. Truth be told, religion never made much sense to me. Sure, we must have come from somewhere (something, someone?), but the way he explained it made the stories that I have been told sound quite silly. “Besides, what makes you the authority of our origin?”
“Oh, sure, not every single one of you believes in that. However, when studying a group of subjects, the most popular thoughts and beliefs are recorded as the entire group’s philosophy.” He sat there staring back at me as if anticipating a response. Before I had a chance to say anything in return he fired back with, “let me ask you; how old is this planet?”
“Since you are asking me, the answer is about four and a half billion years old. But, there are people that would strongly argue otherwise.”
“And what makes you so sure that this planet is ‘about four and a half billion years old’?”
“The science, the physics, is there to prove it!”
“Your science is there to prove it. You haven’t even discovered all the rules of your science, yet you act as if you have written the book!” the man said in rhythm with the vein on his forehead.
I have always considered myself a man of science,for the most part. At age 13 I was already trying to find out what the hell that ‘quantum mechanics stuff’ was all about, and I was able to comprehend the basics of it. A well rounded understanding of various scientific knowledge was something that I had always prided myself on, and I didn’t take criticism like this very well.
“How old does your science say this planet is?” I challenged.
“That is not the question you need to be asking. Plus, you wouldn’t trust the answer my science has to offer you.” The grin was back. He casually reached into his jacket pocket, and placed a Twinkie on my desk. He sat back in the chair again, arms crossed, and looked at me. After a few moments of silence, I...
