¿Cómo se mide el
amor? ¿A qué huelen las nubes? Hay preguntas a las que la ciencia, simplemente,
no puede (o no quiere, o no sabe) responder. Ni falta que hace. Una de estas
preguntas fue la que nos plantearon en 2º de Bachillerato para hacer un texto
para Sant Jordi: "¿A dónde van a parar las cosas bonitas?" Tal cual.
Peor aún: en inglés. Y yo estaba tan feliz revisando las cosas que tenía por mi
ordenador escritas con ocasión del día de la rosa y el libro, y me topé con
este texto. Y lo releí, me hizo gracia, y dije, pues para el blog que va. Y
aquí está.
Where do beautiful things end
up?
Well… first of all, I
must say something: this topic is… I don’t know… I have no words to describe my
feelings… “Where do beautiful things end up?”… What is this? What am I expected
to answer? This is even worse than metaphysics… Houston we are in trouble… —this is so as
not to plagiarise— Ok, ok… no problem… if I have to write about this, I write
about this. Let’s see what I can invent… Have
you read it? Until here? Ok, so that was my first impression when I knew that
this was the topic I should write about. Here’s my second impression:
So… where do beautiful
things end up? What do you think? What do you think about the question? Because
we have normal questions, interesting questions, impressive questions… and
freak questions. This is absolutely freak. I don’t pretend to offend anybody. The
question is just strange, odd, weird. But let’s start to answer it. Ok? Well, I’ve just realised that this is a
kind of continuation of my first impression. Well, it doesn’t matter, here we
go:
In the first place, what
is a beautiful thing? Something that is beautiful. Great. What about beauty? I
suppose it’s a subjective term. So, maybe my beautiful things are your ugly
things, but it’s not my fault. Hey, one moment. Maybe beauty doesn’t exist…
then… where do beautiful things end up? Nowhere! Because there aren’t! Wow… I
have already finished… I was joking… I’m
lazy but not too much. Let’s carry on:
So, let’s suppose that,
effectively, beautiful things exist and are simply those which you think are
beautiful. Let’s make it easy. We’re not going to think about beauty itself,
which is much more complicated. (Sorry, Plato, philosophizing in Spanish or
Catalan is very interesting… but in English… it’s just too much. Can you see
it? “Too much” in the last paragraph, and now once again. Writing in a
non-native language is not as easy as it seems.) This parenthesis, especially the last part… is a sort of digression… it
should be in italics, like the others. Oh, sorry, yes, I go on:
Ok… I’m going to talk
about my beautiful things. My beautiful things are people more than things. And
they end up in me. And I hope I end up in them. And all together we will end up
in somewhere or nowhere. Nobody has told me about this point… So, beautiful
things will end up near me, I guess. But the important thing is the path. And
in this path, beautiful things are also near me; otherwise, they wouldn’t be
beautiful. I don’t know if you understand me. I’m talking about my family, my
friends, but especially my… well, it doesn’t matter. She’s just a beautiful
person. Oops, I’ve said “She”. Well, forget this. It must be a misprint. What
was I talking about? I think about her and I get distracted… Oops, I did it
again… I mean…Bloody hell! Another misprint! You’d better forget the whole paragraph…I was trying to say that I
don’t really mind where beautiful things end up, what actually matters is where
they are in life.
In conclusion, it
doesn’t matter where beautiful things end up as long as they are near me along
the path. I could say more things but then… this would be full of misprints. Yes, full of them. And I think that two are
enough to get the message.
Y hasta aquí llega la cosa. Habrá quien piense que esta entrada no debería estar en este blog, porque no trata de ciencia. Quizá tenga razón. Pero hay al menos dos razones fundamentales que legitiman que esta entrada esté aquí:
1. Aprender lo que es una cosa es también aprender lo que no es esa cosa. La Ciencia no se entiende únicamente en sí misma, sino siempre en contraposición a otras cosas: ciencia-pseudociencia, ciencia-arte, ciencia-literatura, ciencia-humanidades, ciencia-filosofía, ciencia-religión, ciencia-ciencias sociales... Todo lo que no es la ciencia ayuda a entender la ciencia: qué es lo que la hace particular, diferente a las otras cosas. No hace falta decir que si algo hace la historia de la ciencia es mostrar que esas fronteras en muchos casos son más difuminadas de lo que cabría esperar (si no inexistentes).
2. Es mi blog.
Moraleja: leed rosas y oled libros. Y no seáis haters de Sant Jordi. Me da igual que seáis solteros, casadas, viudos, separadas, divorciados o lo que queráis. Podéis (debéis) ser haters de San Valentín. Pero no de Sant Jordi. He dicho.
Me siento bastante satisfecho tras la conclusión. Pues eso, ¡Feliz Sant Jordi!
Me siento bastante satisfecho tras la conclusión. Pues eso, ¡Feliz Sant Jordi!
Muy vonito!! Me a emocionado, y deseo que encuentres muxas de las respuestas de la bida!!
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