Dating : In Praise of Science, as a Poetry…

I always have some spiritual issues with Science, but I have seen that I cannot live without it either. Is it to me like an itch that feels sweet, or does it mean more to me? Let’s find out in this article. Somewhere inside I know the answers, but writing my mind, will help me discover what doesn’t seem clear on the surface.

Let’s begin from my childhood. I was curious, and sensitive too. The curious part is attracted towards Science, and the sensitive part towards poetry. The curious part is mind, and the sensitive part is the heart. There was so much of real, tangible poetry in my life then (although unconscious), that the sensitive part had its fill, and the curious part wanted Science, and got it. The childhood was green and full of flowers unconsciously and Science was something to be discovered, and thus enjoyable for a curious child like me.

As I matured, I could see the troubles of life more clearly. The troubled part sought love, because it became clear to me that the world is not as kind and loving as I supposed it to be, or as it presents itself. That a very few people are really caring and loving. Also, there were changes to how I saw the world. I began to look at the different colors of everything around me, and different adventures that were to be had. By the time I was in 10th grade, I developed love for literature and poetry. I developed love for all that is subjective.

Science is objective. And I took it in 11th and 12th grade. I was very bright, and tried to understand things in the best possible way, in the most ideal way. I tried my best, in my way (the best way?) but the picture Science presented to me then, was of dryness and filling up myself with a counting mind. I disliked it then, for the way that I was studying it (subjective) didn’t apply to so objective a thing. Although it was extremely troublesome to me, I took the trouble and got into a very good Engineering college.

With poetry pumping in my blood, and a dislike for the numbers, or for that, for a counting mind, I couldn’t do well. It was clear then, that my way of studying had to be changed.

Then, I met a friend, who really changed my way. I could then see, through his eyes, that there is a curious pleasure, almost poetic, in making way through scientific problems. That the correct way of doing Science is being curious, and getting tired, not for the hate of it, but for the pleasure of it. Finding the meanings of things in Science, can be so much related to finding the meaning of everything on earth, it can be a tiny step towards finding the meaning of yourself. That Science is not just black jargon on white paper, but it is as interesting and juicy as any song. That it is a song of wonder, of astonishment.

Now, coming back to my spiritual problem with Science. After writing all this, I now feel that it is me who is wrong to judge Science to be full of just mind. I am at fault, for at times not having a clearer mind. I believe now, Science goes beyond what it seems, and is thus poetry in disguise, waiting to be uncovered and enjoyed by intelligent people.

© Manan sheel.