At the age of 7, I suddenly developed a peculiar interest in dinosaurs. I started asking questions about them and printing pictures off of the internet. This curiosity eventually grew into something much more mind boggling; I developed a sense of admiration for discovery. I started searching for the answers of much more complex questions. Questions my search engine wasn’t magnanimous enough to answer. I fell in love with science.
But what is science? Well, as described by the Oxford English Dictionary, science is the intellectual and practical study of the structure and behaviour of the physical and natural world through observation and experiment. But I find that definition lacking. Science is much more than a way of thinking, it’s a way of- for a lack of better term, living. Science is art, literature, mathematics, and everything in between.
I’ve been told that I tend to romanticise logic and practicality, but I think all I do is embrace those terms in a rare manner. We are lectured about states of matter, the solar system, the water cycle, and other ranges of topics as kids. Yet we tend to dismiss the ineffable beauty of topics as such.
I am writing this to address natural phenomenon the way it deserves to be taught and described. Science is much more than a system of thought, and I hope we can start treating it as such.
Physics And Stuff 