“History is not an exact science neither are psychology, philosophy nor, nor … Macrobiotics!” he shouted in a rage having lost control.
“History may not be an exact science but if it was taken more seriously, the errors learned when applied to our contemporary life, could bring around the needed change we need to develop a peaceful society while your science only solves material problems and it’s bloody not very exact either – Remember Newton and Einstein?” she shouted back quivering with impatience.
“Ah come on, you can’t be serious, science is the only instrument we have to help us to discover the hidden truth which will better our lives and help us understand the reality of the universe!”
“Fact is we are finite beings in an infinite universe my dear scientist, for every problem you can solve with science, there’ll be ten new problems looming up and because of a general ghastly arrogance scientists just keep on blindly creating their havoc!”
Richard sat in his comfortable easy chair sipping from his glass of Chianti, watching the two combatants tear each other apart, looking like a thin Cheshire cat with his sardonic smile, then just for the hell of it, to see their reaction he said: “You both know of course that there is no truth and that there is no reality?”
They stopped shouting at each other and turned towards him, she said in a taunting voice, “Please Richard, you’re just a bloody Zen poet, what do you know about anything!”
© G.s.k. ‘16