There is a
need for Wonder in the human psyche. Take it away, and something indefinable is lost from the person; they are lessened and somehow made smaller.
Your reach should always exceed your grasp. If you cannot still ponder, puzzle, and wonder, your humanity is reduced;
Man is more than the
machine.
Science is the art of
description, the deft weaving of facts into plausable and demonstrable things, for everyone to feel and touch-yet Wonder is the
parent of Science, and the
child of discovery. We grow through Wonder, and learn through Science.
From the first to the last seconds of life, we live with Wonder; leading us on to discover and learn...and grow.
But Wonder, that most seductive of dancers in the mind, is also the easiest lost. We lose Wonder, and with her; a part of our soul. Neither is easily regained, but the quest to do so is the single most worthy of questings, since it unites us with ourselves again, and makes us whole.
And I am neither young nor old, but rather both-as the situation requires of me.
