Sunday, September 27, 2015

Curiosity


There is something Einstein was wrong about . . . 



besides the minor issues with quantum mechanics and God playing dice. 


Looking at the popular cautionary movie and literature genre, curiosity exists as a specific plot device.  


Understandably, Einstein had a lack of slasher film sophistication and would probably amble downstairs to investigate unidentifiable noises. 


Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho was released in 1960 and John Carpenter's Halloween premiered 18 years later, both well after the physicist's time. 



Curiosity of the under-dressed, young female kind being altogether different from the larger, and more destructive curiosity of 1818's Mary Shelley's Dr. Frankenstein . . . 



but The Invisible Man by H.G.Wells was available in 1896 and Robert Louis Stevenson's, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde was printed ten years earlier. 



Even missing those classics, Marlowe outlined the dangers of Dr. Faustus seeking knowledge by risking his immortal soul.



Clearly, at least in fiction, the curious do not fare well . . . 



particularly when messing around with chemistry sets, radioactive elements, the Devil or exploring locations where specters are likely. 



My philosophy is this . . .



post sunset, remain at home and when hearing an unidentified sound downstairs, stay in bed under the covers.



While I have not established any groundbreaking theorems, I have also not been slashed by a madman.  




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