Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars - mere globs of gas atoms. I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination - stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one - million - year - old light. A vast pattern - of which I am a part… What is the pattern, or the meaning, or the why? It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it. Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?

Richard Feynman

Amen.

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explore-blog: To give you pause, then chills: How state science standards stack up, according to a new report from The Fordham Institute.  Good thing there’s hope for science education outside the classroom.  Demand better … and we can do better. Who’s with me?  Honored to be thought of as part of the “hope” :)
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To give you pause, then chills: How state science standards stack up, according to a new report from The Fordham Institute. 

Good thing there’s hope for science education outside the classroom. 

Demand better … and we can do better. Who’s with me? 

Honored to be thought of as part of the “hope” :)

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