Those who assume hypotheses as first principles,
Of their speculations……. may form an ingenious romance,
But a romance it will still be.
-Roger Cotes,
Preface to Sir Isaac Newton’s
Principia Mathematica
Second edition, 1713
On a dark night, among the hills of the Himalayan Kingdom, when I look at the sky, I see a bright star, brightest among them all. My knowledge tells me it is not a star but a mere planet, as if derogatory.
Today it is not about knowledge; it’s about, believing in that one single bright spot on a canvass of absolute darkness.
Life at times looks like what I see this moment. Looking for a guiding star, hypnotizing to the effect of giving you a reason to carry on.
Fickle human mind at times needs a romance that is perhaps a hypothesis.
To tide over the storms in our minds, insecurities and apprehensions.
When the weather is conducive I will look for my pole star.
More poised and constant, maybe not so bright.
To my mind, the brightness is just for me,
That is the romance, for I have no way to confirm that,
And if there was a possibility to touch and see,
Perhaps, this would not have been as romantic.
Look down oh! Venus,
You have many, whom you are guiding as well.
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