First time commenter. Isn’t the compelling thing about a mystery figuring out the answer? If the answer is unknowable, then I make up a logical answer that satisfies my curiosity.
I don’t think a mystery, can infact stay a mystery for too long.
The big attraction of a mystery is the not knowing….but you always eventually find out.
i remember when i was little the adults always knew; i was terrified by the time i was old enough to discover something everything would already be found. the wonderful thing about science is that for every mistery solved a million more are uncovered.
how much bleaker medieval life must have been, knowing all mysteries were solved.
i tell myself that sometimes it’s better to just not know. sometimes the information can just be to upsetting, while the mystery is only annoying. i have resently recieved to much information, and wish i could forget it, as it breaks my heart to know.
A month or so ago, my friend showed this little quote thing on somebody’s myspace. It was how about, bees can’t scientifically fly, but unaware of this fact, they continue to fly any. It ended with the message “next time someone tells you, you can’t do something just think of the bee.”
It was a sentimental message that I found curious.
Then I find this article just yesterday of how the bee’s wingspan, body weight and 90 degree wing flap would normally mean that it couldn’t fly, except that the mathmetician who discovered all this never could’ve expected the unusual way the bee beats its wings. So of course mystery solved.
Knowing can take the fun out of almost anything. I suppose I shall have to be satisfied with the idea of evolution leading to such an unusual flight pattern, but it’s just not the same.
First time commenter. Isn’t the compelling thing about a mystery figuring out the answer? If the answer is unknowable, then I make up a logical answer that satisfies my curiosity.
I don’t think a mystery, can infact stay a mystery for too long.
The big attraction of a mystery is the not knowing….but you always eventually find out.
I’m a growing scientist. Far as I’m concerned, mystery is a threat to Humanity’s already oversized ego.
All riddles must be solved.
All answers must be gained.
Then we will create the great paradox by becoming God and undo the universe.
It is the ultimate goal.
i remember when i was little the adults always knew; i was terrified by the time i was old enough to discover something everything would already be found. the wonderful thing about science is that for every mistery solved a million more are uncovered.
how much bleaker medieval life must have been, knowing all mysteries were solved.
i tell myself that sometimes it’s better to just not know. sometimes the information can just be to upsetting, while the mystery is only annoying. i have resently recieved to much information, and wish i could forget it, as it breaks my heart to know.
A month or so ago, my friend showed this little quote thing on somebody’s myspace. It was how about, bees can’t scientifically fly, but unaware of this fact, they continue to fly any. It ended with the message “next time someone tells you, you can’t do something just think of the bee.”
It was a sentimental message that I found curious.
Then I find this article just yesterday of how the bee’s wingspan, body weight and 90 degree wing flap would normally mean that it couldn’t fly, except that the mathmetician who discovered all this never could’ve expected the unusual way the bee beats its wings. So of course mystery solved.
Knowing can take the fun out of almost anything. I suppose I shall have to be satisfied with the idea of evolution leading to such an unusual flight pattern, but it’s just not the same.