Nature is a great complex system, which we do not fully understand, nor determine its connections with each other.
We are blind, touching and feeling pieces of information, which with our great imagination we process, seeking to give shape, to compare it with something already established; a pattern, sequence, graph or mathematical model.
Let me tell you a story from my childhood where he makes reference to all of the above.
In Antiquity, there lived six blind men who spent the hours competing among themselves to see who was the wisest. They expounded their knowledge and then decided among all who was the most convincing.
One day, arguing about the exact shape of an elephant, they could not agree. As none of them had ever touched one, they decided to leave the next day to find a copy, and thus leave doubts.
Standing in a row, with their hands on the shoulders of the person who preceded them, they set off along the path that led into the jungle.
Soon they realized that they were next to a large elephant. Full of joy, the six blind sages congratulated themselves on their luck. Finally they could solve the dilemma.
The most determined, pounced on the elephant with great enthusiasm to touch him. However, the rush made them stumble and fall face down on the side of the animal. “The elephant,” he exclaimed, “is like a mud wall dried in the sun.”
The second advanced with more caution. With outstretched hands, he went to fangs. “No doubt the shape of this animal is like a spear!”
Then the third blind man advanced just as the elephant turned towards him. The blind man grabbed the trunk and followed it up and down, noticing its shape and movement. “Listen, this elephant is like a long snake.”
It was the turn of the fourth sage, who approached from behind and received a gentle blow with the tail of the animal, which moved to scare the insects. The wise man grabbed the tail and resisted it with his hands. He had no doubt, “It’s like an old rope” exclaimed.
The fifth of the wise ones found the ear and said: “None of you has been right in his form. The elephant is more like a large flat fan. ”
The sixth sage, who was the oldest, walked towards the animal slowly, hunched over, leaning on a cane. As bent as he was by age, he passed under the belly of the elephant and tripped on one of its thick legs. “Listen! I am touching it right now and I assure you that the elephant has the same shape as the trunk of a large palm tree. ”
Satisfied their curiosity, they returned to shake hands and took again the path that led them to their home. Seated again under the palm tree that offered shade they resumed the discussion about the true form of the elephant.
“Everyone had experienced for themselves what the true form was and believed that others were wrong” .
In the arduous work of systematizing nature, how blind we are, not being able to see, listen and interrelate the data that more colleagues, to form the real image, whatever.
We have an apparent reality, 20%, where the rest is hidden, interwoven to what we are studying, waiting to be discovered, where the biggest surprise, is to go discovering its elements, like a puzzle; or as an iceberg, that we only see a part, and when diving, we have to lower more and more to be able to marvel at its hidden greatness; what makes it be, where its strength comes from, i flotation, thrust and balance.
“ALL WORK OF NATURE, A GREAT TEACHING ENCLOSURES”
What does my dear reader think?