Keep yours eyes open for too long and they begin to burn, you need to close them. You cry.

That is an example of me giving meaning to something that doesn't have any meaning. My eyes burn when they are open too long because they need moisture. Not because my ignorance is lessening at a rapid rate. This is the beauty of science. It is truth without the uncertainty of emotion.

The answers, the actual answers to our questions: who are we, where did we come from, what is the world we live in? Those answers are our there. Floating in space, waiting in our sediment, hidden in our DNA, waiting to be discovered. They are not avoiding us, they are nothing that we will come to if we just think hard about it. Attach your spirituality to it if you want, but know that the answer lies in the soil, not your soul. Treat your math like a language class, because that is what it is.

Do you seek knowledge for the sake of knowledge? Or are you in search of a specific answer, one that you have come to yourself, one that you are simply trying to prove? If the answers to your questions are found in a book or our mind, you had the answer all along. If they are found in the ice-covered surface of Pluto, you are more likely a lover of knowledge than anything else.

That is what I wanted to write about today.