Let’s say I’m watching a sunset one evening . “What a beautiful, wondrous and mysterious thing a sunset is”, I say to myself.
The Little Science Guy on my shoulder perks up. “No mystery to it at all, my friend. You see, the earth is here and the sun is there and the rotation and the orbit and the blah blah blah blah blah blah blah and it looks like the sun is sinking but it’s really not.”
“But what about all those colors?” I ask. Aren’t they beaut…”
“No mystery there either”, Little Science Guy butts in. “You see, there’s light and refraction and reflection and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah and it’s really all just an optical illusion.”
“So I guess what our minds choose to believe is true, isn’t always true”, I say.
“Exactly”, Little Science Guy replies, with an air of erudite finality.
“But if that’s the case,” I ask, “how can you be sure all that stuff you just told me about sunsets is true?”
Little Science Guy perks up again. His mouth opens.
But this time, nothing comes out.
He looks up. He looks down. He scratches his head for a moment. At last, he settles cross-legged on my shoulder, and stares quietly and intently out into the horizon.
“What a beautiful, wondrous and mysterious thing a sunset is”, he says…