#27 When Science Proposes to Art

I was there on that most beautiful and fantastic of dates

A summation of two such painful and intertwined fates

Despite efforts to separate, the decided it was far easier to join

As two opposing sides realised they made the same coin



It was the ceremonial joining of Science and Art

An emotional time for the brain and the heart

Both simply trying to comprehend to world in which we dwell

Both had caused healing and harm, created heaven and hell



Yes there was bound to be turmoil, the honeymoon would be short

That there would be debates and arguments worthy of the highest of courts

But for the good times, man, they would rock the world in two

Lifting us higher than either one alone could do



The ceremony was certain to be a most curious affair

For the conjoining of such a conflicting pair

On a beach by the sea lit by stars in the sky

The sort of scene that embodies the very essence of the question 'why?'



The vows were something to help separate the couple

Art wished for turmoil, so as to find beauty in the struggle

To sometimes work apart, so they'd appreciate being together

To go forth sans map or chart, not knowing what storms they'd weather



Science, in their vow, wished for something quite different

For both to work together to avoid being ignorant

To never let ego and pride cloud the road ahead

But even more fascinating were the words left unsaid



For as these two embraced, kissed, and left over the sand

And strolled away, hand in newly ringéd hand

I realised why this was the most beautiful pairing I'd ever witness

For both Science and Art answer to themselves, and no other mistress



There is nothing that can limit the artist's imagination

Scientists' will hypothesise the impossible without hesitation

Together, brand new ideas and possibilities could be given birth

Together, they could truly push the limits of earth



Context: Aesop Rock's "Water" contains many beautiful lines, one of which is:

'When Science proposes to Art beside the peace-filled sea,

I'll be the cat with a ring on the pillow shouting "Finally!"',

which gave birth to this poem.



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