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It was windy in the basement today. Two floors under the ground. Can you imagine? The fresh breeze whispered in the hallways, ruffled our hair and cooled the desert climate of Hoan's lab where the temperatures suddenly became scorching. Funny what construction does to a building.
I don't mind the basement. Most people would lurch at the thought of working in a dark basement for the rest of their lives. But the darkness is full of color. Hidden magnetic oceans rage enclosed in metallic capsules. Invisible rainbows of infrared frequencies dilate as they move through frosty glass lenses and ice cube beam splitters. Tables breathe through equally spaced round pores and levitate on thin magic carpets of air. Mathematical equations define success and failure. Oscilloscopes sketch sharp mountain peaks and low jagged valleys on infinite axes. Weak streams of electric current run through thin brightly colored wires and join to form powerful rivers that fuel and control the instruments we use to seek answers that bring us an infinitessimal percentage closer to discovering the greatest secrets that float in the air just above our reach. Grumpy magicians dressed in wrinkled shirts live in this untidy place where you can see nothing but metal, dust and disorder unless you care to look beyond the magical disguise.
You wonder why I love physics, even though I know so little of it, even though I struggle with it sometimes, even though I can just as well dedicate my life to playing piano or teaching the truths hidden in poetry and novels.
I think that now you know why.
I don't mind the basement. Most people would lurch at the thought of working in a dark basement for the rest of their lives. But the darkness is full of color. Hidden magnetic oceans rage enclosed in metallic capsules. Invisible rainbows of infrared frequencies dilate as they move through frosty glass lenses and ice cube beam splitters. Tables breathe through equally spaced round pores and levitate on thin magic carpets of air. Mathematical equations define success and failure. Oscilloscopes sketch sharp mountain peaks and low jagged valleys on infinite axes. Weak streams of electric current run through thin brightly colored wires and join to form powerful rivers that fuel and control the instruments we use to seek answers that bring us an infinitessimal percentage closer to discovering the greatest secrets that float in the air just above our reach. Grumpy magicians dressed in wrinkled shirts live in this untidy place where you can see nothing but metal, dust and disorder unless you care to look beyond the magical disguise.
You wonder why I love physics, even though I know so little of it, even though I struggle with it sometimes, even though I can just as well dedicate my life to playing piano or teaching the truths hidden in poetry and novels.
I think that now you know why.