"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
Hard science fails to explain what it cannot perceive or register. Reality might just be the illusion of something much grander and more wonderful then anything science can ever explain. Love, romanticism, and a touch of the unknown are not perceived equally by everyone. Value can not always be quantified. And I, for one, believe that makes all the difference. Stories are often more powerful than any science textbook. Both have their place and neither displaces the other. What is more real? The statue of Ramesses the second or Shelly’s sonnet of Ozymandias ? Can one truly be discussed without the other?
I still keep the 1939 Required Poems for the Elementary Grades in Missouri book my grandfather bought my mother when she was 13, behind my desk.
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I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
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Time and circumstances took Scottish Christians far away from their homeland but that spark of curiosity remains.
My mother used to laugh and recount to me the first time she recited Ozymandias to me I thought a minute and asked—-
How did he arrange for his statue to be built?
She said let’s look that up in the World Book, shall we?
They are difficult to photograph but my $10 El Morjane pipe has a series of tiny little lines running across the grain about a razor blade’s width apart.

It only holds a Harry Hosterman size pinch of tobacco but it’s smoking cool, bold, robust, and savory this morning in a brand new pipe made from 70 year old Algerian briar.
How Dey Did Dat?.
(Warren Buffett owns the World Book Encyclopedia. Not for the money it makes, I’d reckon)
Things that are real are no less real, because others may doubt the reality of them.