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My father is a classically-trained scientist who believes that everything in life is governed and explained through the laws of physics and the scientific method. He solves his problems mathematically with a pencil and paper, and should something happen that can’t be explained with math or science, it gets dismissed almost immediately.
I am a free spirit and my thought process is far too abstract for science. I prefer to solve problems creatively and socially, using science as a last resort. And as such, I believe in things unseen, regardless of what scientists claim.
Yet, as time goes on, my father in some ways is beginning to accept the reality that while most things in life can be explained scientifically, there are some things that defy exclamation. I’m trying my best to see things from my fathers’ point of view that everything that can be studied and understood by science probably should be, even if at times I disagree with the methods used to do so.
My father and I have also been having a lot of great father-and-son conversations, the majority of them centered around that fore-mentioned common ground. We also typically share observations and theories about the ever-changing world around us. Sometimes this will turn the conversation to a story about my fathers’ life years before I was born and how he has learned so much about himself and life in general through me.
However, the one thing my father and I are still up in arms about is the way the world is changing. My father tries to prove or disprove the theory of global warming depending on the latest scientific developments, his mood, or both. I say the world is changing due to scientists trying to be god and create things that don’t need to be created, bringing back what was extinct long ago, and experimenting with things that are most likely better off being left alone. Science Fiction is slowly becoming Science Fact and sometimes I fear that in our quest for knowledge, science might one day go too far and become responsible for our own undoing.
My father obviously knows more than he will ever tell me or even let on that he knows. And yet each time we run into a sensitive topic having to do with his career as a scientist, he ends the conversation abruptly and says that there are some things he simply cannot discuss or talk about, and I don’t know why.