15.6.11
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The scientist
MORE often than not, when bad times force their way into our lives, we were able to pinpoint exactly what and how it all went wrong . We were able to see, in real-time, the root of our predicaments as we take that plummet into our own personal purgatories. And in our impatience to seek relief from the pain, we end up employing multiple remedies at once—consulting all kinds of witch doctors and faith healers just to get things running in the right direction—so much so that when the healing processes finally commence, we end up with nagging questions: What exactly was it that triggered our recovery? Was this panacea attributable to one particular effort or incident, or was it brewed from a combination of different circumstances, occasions and flukes?
Many of us, in our desperation for the cure, ignore the elementary scientific methods we were taught in our early childhood: making one change at a time,
ceteris paribus, to determine the efficacy of that particular change.
Perhaps most of us, especially myself, are not fit to be true scientists—the rest of us who just want
to survive.
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6.6.11
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An absentee returns
IT was the type of feeling I will forever try in vain to find the right words to describe. That tingle you feel when you know things are going on the right track. The gratification of having an unexpected turn of events chance into a perfect outcome. The rush that leaves you beaming with a wide grin. The feelings of anticipation, excitement, unease; feelings of plain, wanton contentment.
Just when I thought it had eluded me forever, it returned at the most unexpected of times, in the most pleasant manner possible.
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