3.02.2009

Sometimes I feel like we're middle school boys, you and I, sitting in our backyard playing with a junior chemistry set. I glance over at you and excitedly declare, "OK, now try this!" Our mixtures occasionally create beautiful little puffs of smoke and we stare in awe. Just as often, though, our experimenting results in annoying explosions. And not the cool kind of explosions, either--the Michael Bay kind that merely distracts us from what's actually happening. But whether we see the colorful flashes or the frightening detonations, it's difficult for our adolescent minds to determine how they came to be. We're ultimately messing with something we don't understand, that we want deeply to understand--that we need to understand. But unlike actual chemistry, we can't learn it from a book or a professor or those naughty sites on the Internet that our moms tell us to avoid. (Yes. Those naughty chemistry sites.) We have to learn it by causing more explosions. And more puffs of colored smoke. And even more explosions.

Now if only we had started when we were actually in middle school...

1 comment:

Brent S. Robida said...

this is the most authentic post of yours i've read yet. perhaps only because it reminds me of an exchange in shakespeare's "the winter's tale." first act, i think, a beautiful passage, which you tell with more intensity, if only because shakespeare was older than you when he wrote his.