Can you guys understand the analogy of the die (singular for dice)
Paint and brushes were never my strongest allies. They have haunted me ever since my classmate looked at my drawing of an alien starship and confused it for a tree. He thought that the futuristic ray of light being emitted from its bottom surface was a mere tree trunk. Since then, I've only trusted myself with stick figures. The truth is, though, that despite my difficulty sketching anything that involves skills other than ruler-using, I find Art bewitching because of its ability to see the nonexistent and its limitless capacity; it is like throwing a die with an infinite number of faces.
On the other hand, every time I think about science, I feel like I'm a five-year-old who has just entered a candy shop; I look in wonder at the colorful liquids in the test tubes and at the shocking chemical reactions, amazed at how there seems to be a logical explanation for everything. In my thirst for numerical knowledge, I drink up information from textbooks and websites while attentively listening to my father's justifications about the weirdest phenomena. Science magnetically attracts me because of its coherency, the way everything runs efficiently and serves its purpose. If Art is the many-sided die, then Science is what makes sure it lands on one of its countless surfaces so that the pawn can be moved forward.
Paint and brushes were never my strongest allies. They have haunted me ever since my classmate looked at my drawing of an alien starship and confused it for a tree. He thought that the futuristic ray of light being emitted from its bottom surface was a mere tree trunk. Since then, I've only trusted myself with stick figures. The truth is, though, that despite my difficulty sketching anything that involves skills other than ruler-using, I find Art bewitching because of its ability to see the nonexistent and its limitless capacity; it is like throwing a die with an infinite number of faces.
On the other hand, every time I think about science, I feel like I'm a five-year-old who has just entered a candy shop; I look in wonder at the colorful liquids in the test tubes and at the shocking chemical reactions, amazed at how there seems to be a logical explanation for everything. In my thirst for numerical knowledge, I drink up information from textbooks and websites while attentively listening to my father's justifications about the weirdest phenomena. Science magnetically attracts me because of its coherency, the way everything runs efficiently and serves its purpose. If Art is the many-sided die, then Science is what makes sure it lands on one of its countless surfaces so that the pawn can be moved forward.