"Einstein's equation... is only one inch long."

Consistently, at university, I find myself up against an awkward wall. I am an arts student, majoring in Psychology and minoring (for now, anyways) in Biology. Throughout the course of my career at MTA so far,  I have dabbled in English, history, chemistry, biology, religious studies, sociology, astronomy, and much more.

The awkward wall I find myself up against is the (artificial) sharp divide between the arts and sciences. The sharp divide between the atheistic and the spiritual. The sharp divide between belief among those who can, and then... scientists. So many of my science student colleagues leave no time to consider spirituality, and so many of my arts colleagues leave no time to consider science.

My question then, of course, as the awkward middle-man, is "Why do you have to do that? Why do you have to be that way?!" When one looks out at the sky, and studies the stars and the planets... why do you have to be so cold? In my experience, I spent my entire life as a starkly atheistic person: there was no room for even a single moment of spiritual discussion. Religious studies classes made me hate the idea more, and I turned it off completely.

Astronomy, however, created the feeling of comfort I would expect a Christian feels, as they walk into church. Sitting in an observatory, eyes trained on the moons of Jupiter, is, for me... reading the Bible. To run my eye across the sky and view the specs of star stuff that glisten on what we see as a void... is to understand the code of creation. To imagine that things in our universe turned out so elegantly, when they could've turned out so preposterous and messy... to know that the Big Bang created laws of physics that make things possible and wonderful (as oppose to sloppy and lifeless), is where I go for solace.

I feel bad for the people who simply don't get that science is not a limiting agent in our appreciation of the world. It is an exponential curve of understanding the finer details of what science-phobes consider to be "just what is". To look at everything around me in the universe... to see the stars, the planets... and to take them for granted? To not understand?

Blasphemy.

Of course, Michio Kaku says it better. :) HERE