Carl Sagan and the unexpected virtues of exploration
The author discusses their lifelong interest in science from a young age despite questions about its practical benefits. They wondered how discoveries in fields like quantum mechanics or string theory could help humanity when there are more pressing issues. However, the author later learned there is virtue in exploration as it can benefit humanity in unexpected ways. The author also had a passion for painting from a young age solely for enjoyment and creative thinking rather than any perceived purpose. Carl Sagan once said that scientists have always been limited by the technology and knowledge of their time.
Carl Sagan and the unexpected virtues of exploration
The author discusses their lifelong interest in science from a young age despite questions about its practical benefits. They wondered how discoveries in fields like quantum mechanics or string theory could help humanity when there are more pressing issues. However, the author later learned there is virtue in exploration as it can benefit humanity in unexpected ways. The author also had a passion for painting from a young age solely for enjoyment and creative thinking rather than any perceived purpose. Carl Sagan once said that scientists have always been limited by the technology and knowledge of their time.
Carl Sagan and the unexpected virtues of exploration
The author discusses their lifelong interest in science from a young age despite questions about its practical benefits. They wondered how discoveries in fields like quantum mechanics or string theory could help humanity when there are more pressing issues. However, the author later learned there is virtue in exploration as it can benefit humanity in unexpected ways. The author also had a passion for painting from a young age solely for enjoyment and creative thinking rather than any perceived purpose. Carl Sagan once said that scientists have always been limited by the technology and knowledge of their time.
Carl Sagan and the unexpected virtues of exploration
As far back as I can remember I’ve always wanted to be a scientist. I
remember my parents buying various encyclopedias and magazines for me that covered topics such as dinosaurs and astronomy, before I had even started school. A memory that’s frozen in my mind like dew in a snowfall is of one eventful evening in winter when I was about seven- my father and I had spent hours building a papier-mâché model of a Tyrannosaurus Rex’s fossil. The model wasn’t as large as a real T-Rex, but about the size of an eagle- one of its descendants. Through the waves of time like a sailor on a mission in the middle of a ruthless ocean, my interest in science never wavered. The waves had done nothing to erode my enthusiasm of the subject. But a burning question had been slowly blown to a flame in my mind ever since ninth grade. Over the years the fire had spread to a concerning degree and I was in a dilemma-How does one’s discovery in a field of quantum mechanics or questions of string theory and many worlds help anybody? I was always told by my teachers and everyone who studied science and they repeated their ideology like a gospel- the point of science is to benefit humanity, yet no such apparent benefit was to be seen. Even if in my voyages I had encountered lands of promises, how would that ever help humanity? Is finding an empty barren land not an achievement? Why must one spend their money on exploration of unmanned and extraterrestrial land when there are people starving and homeless? These questions hadn’t just germinated like a weed inside me but had received their fair share of sunlight and water from my peers and elders too. Some of them were planted by others and were sucking away the nutrients off of more endeavoring questions. And to my pleasure and gratitude, I learned that I wasn’t looking closely and there was in fact virtue in exploration. Other than science, I had always loved painting pictures and I’ve done so ever since I had learnt to mumble words. My parents used to buy me skinny sketchbooks made out of recycled paper and I would fill them up with gibberish images within a day. Much like science, my enthusiasm in painting had never wavered but I had never once wondered- why am I doing this? Perhaps because visual arts have never been seen as a serious career around my circles? The beauty and joy of painting superseded any such question about purpose. The purpose was to enjoy painting and think in a creative manner and apply those qualities in life. Haven’t scientists always been wrong? Limited by the technology and studies of their time, every giant was once a dwarf and it wasn’t easy to find a shoulder to stand upon and gaze into the endless horizon. But Carl Sagan once said- “