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I was helping my Dad clean out his loft today - a day of work :-)
Anyway, I stumbled across some old school books of mine. Saw how crappy my handwriting was, and strangely remebered some of the lessons I had written someof the work in. It brought back a lot of memories, especially the face of a girl called Emily, as I hadher writing in my book.
I've ust got back from Dad's, and when I was there I was thumbing through an old Science book - and I started to notice howmuch Science has ruined everything.
For example, I was looking at an exercise about cars, air resistance, friction and pressure, which was trying to look at how a car moved and how the forces had to be unequal for a change in speed.
And then it doomed on me how much Science is ruining life. I don't care how a car moves forward, I don't care how it competes with Air Resistance, I don't care about air Molecules bouncing off my car, and more hitting the car the faster I go. I want to sit in my car, and drive with the magic of having little idea of how it manages to move.
That was probably a bad example - but then, If I hadn't learnt about all this higgery-jiggery, I would think that the way a car worked was that you turn the engine on, and the harder you press down the accelerator, the faster the wheel spins and the faster the car goes. I now have a horrible feeling in my mind - like a child who has just been told that Santa is a lie. The magic has gone, and I see things the technical way.
Science is the scrooge of education.
Anyway, I stumbled across some old school books of mine. Saw how crappy my handwriting was, and strangely remebered some of the lessons I had written someof the work in. It brought back a lot of memories, especially the face of a girl called Emily, as I hadher writing in my book.
I've ust got back from Dad's, and when I was there I was thumbing through an old Science book - and I started to notice howmuch Science has ruined everything.
For example, I was looking at an exercise about cars, air resistance, friction and pressure, which was trying to look at how a car moved and how the forces had to be unequal for a change in speed.
And then it doomed on me how much Science is ruining life. I don't care how a car moves forward, I don't care how it competes with Air Resistance, I don't care about air Molecules bouncing off my car, and more hitting the car the faster I go. I want to sit in my car, and drive with the magic of having little idea of how it manages to move.
That was probably a bad example - but then, If I hadn't learnt about all this higgery-jiggery, I would think that the way a car worked was that you turn the engine on, and the harder you press down the accelerator, the faster the wheel spins and the faster the car goes. I now have a horrible feeling in my mind - like a child who has just been told that Santa is a lie. The magic has gone, and I see things the technical way.
Science is the scrooge of education.
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Science gives us the tools to understand and manipulate our surroundings to suit our way of life. If thats ruining the magic of it, then so be it.
Don't worry Asher.
If you take this red pill, when you wake up tomo...
If you take this red pill, when you wake up tomo...
I was helping my Dad clean out his loft today - a day of work :-)
Anyway, I stumbled across some old school books of mine. Saw how crappy my handwriting was, and strangely remebered some of the lessons I had written someof the work in. It brought back a lot of memories, especially the face of a girl called Emily, as I hadher writing in my book.
I've ust got back from Dad's, and when I was there I was thumbing through an old Science book - and I started to notice howmuch Science has ruined everything.
For example, I was looking at an exercise about cars, air resistance, friction and pressure, which was trying to look at how a car moved and how the forces had to be unequal for a change in speed.
And then it doomed on me how much Science is ruining life. I don't care how a car moves forward, I don't care how it competes with Air Resistance, I don't care about air Molecules bouncing off my car, and more hitting the car the faster I go. I want to sit in my car, and drive with the magic of having little idea of how it manages to move.
That was probably a bad example - but then, If I hadn't learnt about all this higgery-jiggery, I would think that the way a car worked was that you turn the engine on, and the harder you press down the accelerator, the faster the wheel spins and the faster the car goes. I now have a horrible feeling in my mind - like a child who has just been told that Santa is a lie. The magic has gone, and I see things the technical way.
Science is the scrooge of education.
Anyway, I stumbled across some old school books of mine. Saw how crappy my handwriting was, and strangely remebered some of the lessons I had written someof the work in. It brought back a lot of memories, especially the face of a girl called Emily, as I hadher writing in my book.
I've ust got back from Dad's, and when I was there I was thumbing through an old Science book - and I started to notice howmuch Science has ruined everything.
For example, I was looking at an exercise about cars, air resistance, friction and pressure, which was trying to look at how a car moved and how the forces had to be unequal for a change in speed.
And then it doomed on me how much Science is ruining life. I don't care how a car moves forward, I don't care how it competes with Air Resistance, I don't care about air Molecules bouncing off my car, and more hitting the car the faster I go. I want to sit in my car, and drive with the magic of having little idea of how it manages to move.
That was probably a bad example - but then, If I hadn't learnt about all this higgery-jiggery, I would think that the way a car worked was that you turn the engine on, and the harder you press down the accelerator, the faster the wheel spins and the faster the car goes. I now have a horrible feeling in my mind - like a child who has just been told that Santa is a lie. The magic has gone, and I see things the technical way.
Science is the scrooge of education.
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