Four articles reflecting the constant exchange between science, art and ...being human
suggested by Brenda Rapp:
A few excerpts:
As the poet Rilke once said,
Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language.
Questions raise our pulse and sharpen our delight. [...]
Refining our capacity to notice is an act of reverence that we can bring to everywhere and everywhen. It's an invitation, bringing the world's most basic presence into view, opening our horizons and restoring our spirits. And that is what science is really there for.
More than two centuries ago, the great poet William Blake offered the world the most extraordinary of possibilities:
A deer walked right up to me — I was sitting very still and it did not see me — then took alarm and snorted. The deer's call was picked up by chipmunks, then squirrels above me, then wood thrushes downslope, spreading like a wave from a rock thrown into a lake. It took more than an hour for the wave to settle, especially for the chipmunks. From then on, I could tell when hikers were approaching by the bow wave of alarm that preceded them