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This post is going to be a slight detour from the other ones. The path I've laid down for my blog is a rather philosophical one and I thought it would be a shame if I didn't write about one of nature's best thinkers, Richard P Feynman. This comes after reading Surely you're joking, Mr. Feynman!. Simply put, the book was an inspiring one. It made we wonder how the human race has moved forward. How the times of war were indeed a boon when it came to scientific advancements. Feynman was in most ways a curious soul who wouldn't stop unless he had simplified concepts enough. That level of fundamental understanding is something our generation lacks. There's a great deal that people can learn from him. It isn't limited to the people interested in science. You could be an artist and still learn a great deal from him. He used to think. He was a thinker, a rather prolific one. Something everyone in every field needs to be today. The closer you look, the more you will realize the position we are in as a whole. All systems corrupt and our extinction facing us right in the face. Given all this, I don't see a reason as to why we shouldn't think. That's what saved us a spot on Earth, and that's what's going to get us out of this hot, fuzzy mess that we've created for ourselves. 

What fascinated me the most about Feynman was his love for everything nature. Reading it in a book did make it seem surreal, but given most testimonies, I can't help but wonder how any human could live that way. I think I speak for the entire world, or at least my country, when I say that our approach to life in general has become as narrow minded as it can be. You can see it in the education system, the Government and pretty much every walking area of life. It seems silly to pick arts after acing your board mathematics paper. I think this one statement is enough to rest my argument. But no, this post was supposed to be about Feynman. I guess it's all inter-related. 6 steps back, and you'll meet Feynman. 6 steps forward, and you might meet, well, doom?

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