How old were you when you opted to convert magic and mystery into fact and belief, to exchange the universe for your mind’s representation of it?
Afraid to be marginalised, at what point did you make the last-ditch choice between Science or Art? Consciously choosing between man-made and divine? Was it more manly, or would you find stability, respect, fame, unsurpassed knowledge?
Buying into notions like ‘time’ and ‘space’ to accurately measure and record your theories and their proofs, you now had your answers to the unfathomable, against the clock, pinned down in writing!
How sad that you relegate your life’s knowledge to cheap answers to questions, which were never meant to be asked. Tragic that you have torn yourself away from the whole.