Into the deep dark pool she stares, trapped in an eternal
glance, held there by the love she has for her own self-image, unable now to
she herself, and the rest, for what they actually are. By her side, the artist
in residence sits, gazing into the deep water, for she too has fallen in love
with this self-image. And she whispers that which the Chief Scientific Advisor wants
to hear – “I am passionate by science” she says, “so let us communicate
together to all those who, as yet, have to fall in love with you, those who
have yet to see the light of science and reason.”
And hovering above them, winged Nemesis is there. She has
delivered her punishment for their hubris, and because of this curse, they do
not understand that, what is looking back at them it is only an image of what
they want to see. And with mind transfixed on this illusion, they will not
notice the new science emerge, which comes not from the City of the Golden
Stars, but from far distance shores, from cultures which, most Europeans do not
respect, have not the slightest understanding of, nor any interest too. It is
here, in these Eastern worlds, far beyond the notion of single truths and the
one best way, that the future of science rests, and it will be a science that
those caught-up in European ways, in Abrahamic thought, will struggle to adopt.
Which is the point …
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