I am watching a program hosted by Bill Nye (“The Science Guy”), about the 100 greatest discoveries in Chemistry (there are other similar programs for other disciplines), got in at the moment he described how Kekulé figured out the benzene ring, followed by Mendeleev and the periodic table.
These seem so simple, and yet, in their conciseness and elegance, are cornerstones of science and how we understand the universe.
And they are so beautiful. There is poetry in these descriptions, in the sheer explanatory power that such simple devices hold. The thing is, I got to a point in life when I got fed up with the facile shtick that science is inimical to beauty or poetry. I have to agree with the incomparable Richard Feynman.
Or, maybe more forcefully, with Randall Parker.