I was sitting in my microbiology class, listening to my professor speak about DNA and genes. He broke DNA down so far that it was hardly recognizable anymore. A gene that signifies a trait such as eye color became a sequence of random letters. In my opinion, science takes the poetry out of life.
I'm a firm believer in scientific research (in all aspects) but I'm beginning to feel, and not for the first time, that my heart really isn't in it.
I think that part of the reason I was feeling this way is that I have an aversion to looking too deeply into things. I know knowledge is power, but how far can you go, breaking your world down, before you ruin the sum of the parts, which are so beautiful when appreciated the way they are intended to be.
In English classes, they give you an enchanting poem to read. But instead of appreciating it the way it was meant to be, by noticing it's phonetic beauty, the teacher would have you chop it into pieces, looking for stanzas and rhyme schemes, and themes and hidden meanings that the artist may or may not have even intended you to see. I always rebelled against dissecting poetry. It would ruin it for me. It turns a magnetic work of art into a bunch of incomplete and meaningless pieces.
Education these days is so focused on the non-artful and routine.Thank goodness I have the Theatre Club at Becker because if I didn't I'd be going insane for lack of creative outlets.
Okay, now that I've gotten the serious rant out of my system...
i feel the same way. Im goign to school for legal studies but sometimes i wonder if Newbury culinary school should have been what i should have done.
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