Science vs Philosophy vs Art
Let us use our imagination to understand them

Imagine yourself sitting alone in a bench somewhere hilly overlooking a horizon colored orangie by the evening sun. The sky above is cloudless and your surroundings are noiseless. Soft wind blowing and a variety of bird chirping, singing — doing whatever you like to call it. Imagine yourself sitting as such: tranquil: calm: drinking the sight of the sun, the sound of birds, the smell of plants, the feel of wind. Imagine!
Now imagine a couple of people in white coats coming up to you from below the hills in a weird looking monster with round black legs. They are tall, white and have got bags and cables and whatnot! They come near you, they speak not a word with you. Instead, one takes a rope out of his bag and ties your hands and feet to the bench. You are astonished! So much that you can neither speak a word nor make a noise. I mean, common: who comes up like that and behaves that way!
But the worst part has just begun: they take out all sorts of instruments from their bags and pierce-poke-press-pull you and do all sorts of crazy things to all parts of your body. One of them notes all your reactions on her computer. The other cuts off your right ear, places it inside a plastic bag, tapes the wound — you faint!
‘Such a lifeless being,’ they conclude. They then untie you and leave. All this while they don’t look at your eyes once!
Now, imagine those guys never came and in their place came two old men with white beards and dirty clothes. They have nothing fancy with them. No bags, no instruments, nothing! All they have is dirty slippers in their feet and that too about to tear.
These olduns come up to you, sit beside you and talk — with themselves. They too not once look you with passion or life in your eyes — nor anywhere else for that matter! But the good thing about them is that they don’t touch or smell or cut you. They occasionally stare at you — dead stare — and just talk — with themselves. And after a while: they leave!
Now imagine even those guys didn’t come.
Imagine a little girl appearing from below the hills. She immediately notices you, looks you in your eyes and smiles. She comes up to you and: TALKS! Says hello. You reply back. And both of you talk, sing for hours: enjoying the sight of the sun, the sound of birds, the smell of plants, the feel of wind!
I don’t think it needs to be said. Yet:
The first men are scientists
The second philosophers
The girl is an artist, and
You are reality!






