I’ve just (an hour ago) started reading ‘Unweaving the Rainbow’, by Richard Dawkins. It’s about science making life amazing, showing life is amazing and worthwhile. Just because there is no longer a mystery behind the rainbow, thanks to Newton, does not make it boring and sad.
I have a feeling I should have read things by Richard Dawkins a while ago, and that I need to read other books of his. To learn more. Though there’s so many authors and things I say that about!
I’ve never believed in horoscopes, ghost stories and gods.
Sometimes I wonder how this came about, as it’s just ‘always’ been like that. I’ve never liked fantasy books and my favourite subject at school was biology.
I figure it must be my childhood influences, probably mainly my parents and the teachers I had and books I read. My parents aren’t religious, my dad was a member of the humanist society for a while at least.
And I grew up reading all sorts including Enid Blyton (not the fantasy ones), The Babysitters Club series and…National Geographic magazines.
This, along with living in such varied places (remote aboriginal communities in north west Western Australia), small country town in the south west, small city in The Netherlands, and Perth), might partly explain my love of travel, interest in the world and, in my opinion, my generally open and diplomatic (and some say buddhist) mind.
I have other thoughts, but it’s all a bit jumbled (well, like above), but just wanted to write something down.
