The Point of Science

The point of science

The point of science is to open something up, and pull it's guts onto the table. From here you fondle the goo, pulling out all the little bits, proving they are your friends. Scientists are the bravest member s of society--after the gays. If you can prove these facts, then you must be a scientist yourself.

So go forth with this mentality into the world. Disect it for your own knowledge. Disect your friends without them even knowing it. Disect the mail lady; ask her how her husband is doing. Disect a tree, disect a book, disect an emotion. Don't worry about putting anything back together: a real scientist never cleans up their own mess.

The point of science is to prove the existence of an ultimate truth. Love, hate, truth, denial, time, space, among others, are all eternal. We can prove this by destroying everything and letting someone else put it back together. Go forth my monkey slaves, and annihilate.