For those of us who catch the bug early, science fiction plays a pivotal role in who we become as grown-up citizens. It is a teacher and a moral compass. It shapes lifelong pursuits.
Systems, however complex, gradually become easier to understand the more questions you ask of them. All the secrets are there waiting to be uncovered.
This royal throne of Kings, this scepter’d isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,…
The Tragedy of King Richard II, Act 2 Scene 1
Engineers prized Heaviside’s methods for their usefulness, but mathematicians mocked them for their lack of rigour. Heaviside had no time for pedantry: “Shall I refuse my dinner because I do not understand digestion?”.