I like science for I understand science. And through it I understand the world. It explains what happens, why it happens, and through utilizing this information we can predict when it will happen again.
As I soldered the components onto a small circuit board I knew exactly what each piece will do. If I wanted to think, I could even explain what went on at the sub-atomic level within each component, connecting this to why the piece behaved as it did and from this, branch off into possible means of making the piece better, smaller or more robust. That was what science was for. Through this knowledge in the field of electronics, we were in control of what was to happen electronically.
Electronics isn’t the only place where this works. Even biology, the field where there is the biggest regions of unknown, is slowly being deciphered. DNA, the most complex coding device known was being decoded. Once decoded, it can be understood and manipulated. Though there was still a lot to unravel, we knew that it must follow some pattern yet to be discovered. And when discovered, it will fit nicely with all the other knowledge of life we have already obtained, enriching the picture that we already had.
Science gives power to humans as through understanding the world around them, they can control it. Through controlling the world, you control your life. And when you have control, you have security.
Unfortunately, there are things that refuse to fit. They defy logic, they break the rules, and they make you very uneasy
The thing that haunts my mind happened nearly ten years ago. I was ten and at a summer camp called “Camp Woodlands”. It was weird. The term “supernatural” explains it well. Science doesn’t like the supernatural. Naturally, after witnessing it I tried to explain, understand it, like I always do. Escaping my knowledge, I turned to that of others. Unfortunately, nothing in the books explained anything like what I witnessed. I eventually gave up and tried to ignore it. After all, I was ten and had an imagination as powerful as most. Facts would have been blurred, there are other interpretations
It’s funny how quickly that defence crumbles. Every year, when the warmth of summer arrives, my memory reawakens and I revisit the camp in my mind. Once again I begin my search for an explanation. I become sure that there is an answer, that I have remembered a fact that will blow the case right open. Every year so far, I have found nothing. Eventually just trying to ignore it again, only for the cycle to continue the next year.
Even I, the owner of “free will” follow a pattern. It’s summer again and I know that I will try and discover the meaning of what happened again. I know that there are at least three others who witnessed the event with me. This year I will track them down, and they will be able to shed light on what happened. They will either bring explanation or justify letting it go. Otherwise I know I will only begin this cycle again. Of course finding them will not be easy. I know roughly where they each live: Plotovesus, Gotums, Quintrow; each area conveniently shared by thousands of other people. There are ways of finding people, despite these odds.
Of course first things first. I can’t waste their time unless I’m willing to tackle it head on. That will require proper research. Which means going back to Camp Woodlands.
I refused to return since the original visit, satisfied with analysing it from the distance. Afraid it may happen again. Well, no longer. For years I have been running in circles, but it is time to lay suspicions to rest in favour of hard data from a mature mind.
I am going back to Camp Woodlands.
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