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Pocket Sized

“Science is is simply the word we used to describe a method of organizing our curiosity”
Tim Minchin

He inched closer to the microscope and drummed a finger against it. Then said, “If you didn’t already know, cells are the basic building blocks of all living things. The stepping stones that make it easier to explore deeper. The human body is composed of trillions of cells, which are seen through one of these babies.” His fingers felt the microscope, cautiously rubbing the arm with one hand and adjusting the focus with another before he continued on. “It provides structure for the body, you know. Taking in nutrients from food, converting those into energy, and carrying out specialized functions. Boring stuff like that. I don’t see what’s so interesting.”

A blush spread on my cheeks, anger and embarrassment at his lack of interest in something that makes us who we are. “What do you mean by ‘I don’t see what’s so interesting’? Every living thing you can ever think of has cells! Things that are in our bodies can finally be seen through a man-made object!”

I pushed myself to continue, to fight on. Feeling the need to expand on how important science is: especially the body and its functions. “Are you not interested in things and their functions?” He pulled the edges of the silver wrap, as it gently popped open, revealing lined up pocket sticks that slide to a side when he moved the box.

“Sometimes it is better to leave the unknown,” he said, flipping a pocky stick between his fingers, and went back to throwing his theory. “We can’t destroy something we don’t entirely know about, can we? If we knew too much about how it worked, we could simply create it again, and when we decide that we can just ‘simply create it again’ it no longer has an effect on us. Then we destroy it. So it is better to leave the unknown and enjoy it.”

“You are secretly smart?” I say without filtering myself. And then immediately regret my inconsiderate words, as I attempt to fix my wrongs. “I mean--I’m sorry, but--”

“I’m idle at times and towards certain things, but there are possibilities that a lazy person like me is a genius,” he corrects me, then nibbled on the chocolaty end of his pocky. He stared at me; his brows twitched in a faint irritation, furrowing briefly, and his eyes remained a little dull. “I don’t go belittling or boring people with my knowledge.”

“I apologize, truly.”

“Don’t apologize, just buy me more snacks.”

“But I shouldn’t have--”

“You are boring me again.”


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