Of one mind--Two distinct halves of a very chaotic whole...

Read an article today that announced Vladimir Nabokov's Theory of Butterfly Evolution to be 100% correct.

Nabokov, renowned author of Lolita, published his theory in a 1945 paper. It was met with very little, if any, support. The novelist was a self-taught Butterfly expert and observer and it was for this reason he was not taken seriously. If anything he was regarded as an unoriginal enthusiast.

Some 6-1/2 decades later, his postulated arrival of and later the development of New World Butterflies --- which could not at the time be DNA-verified--- is now the accepted explanation!

I find it both funny and tragically sad that someone, who spent the greater part of his life studying and observing something, might be considered less of a scientist than someone whose "degree" is in the same field. There seems to be this need for a person's identity to be determined by the certificates of study and diplomas earned.

But, there is no magic in a piece of paper.

Are we not scientists if our methods are the same as those with printed diplomas??

It is said that each half of our brain controls specific parts of our personality--- the right side being more logical, science/math based and the left side being more creative, music/art based. For the most part, one side generally outweighs the other in strength....you might be great at math, but are completely lost when it comes to composing an essay. Or, vice versa.

Maybe this is what prevented the scientific community, during Nabokov's day, from accepting his taxonomic strength. He was an accepted novelist, so he should have no right-brain strength for studying and classifying butterflies.

This idea of either-or has never appealed to me. Yes, there will be some things that I will be better at than others and some things I will not be better at than others. But, it doesn't mean I can't have strengths on both sides.

A balance of both sides, it seems to me, would be the best goal to strive for. The logical mind is fine with the research, but may not be creative enough to extrapolate into a future unknown. The creative mind is fine with divining future worlds, but may not be precise enough to make those dreams a reality.

So, yes, an author can be a scientist. And, in certain situations it is very necessary for an author to be a scientist. The very future of the world may depend on it.

A to Z reflections....

Another A to Z challenge comes to an end--- another collection of posts and poetry have been written, another deep breath of relief is released. For my fellow bloggers that survived as well, it's another 'challenge-completed' notch carved into the writing desk. I've come to enjoy my yearly foray into the world of all things alphabetical. This was my third year, though it was only the second year I had a workable theme (which made the challenge substantially easier than the first year I attempted this challenge.) And, though my first year was difficult because my focus was so scattered, I found this year was more difficult because I lost the enthusiasm that came with the first year excitement----excitement which helped me plug along until the end of the challenge. Year 3 was a success in the sense that I completed the challenge, though, this was the year that almost wasn't---- Somewhere about a third of the way through the challenge, I seriously considered

Remember and Return.....

I've settled my heart in the memory of your sigh, the subtle caress of your lips. I've eased my mind's worry in the warmth of your smile, the soft embrace of your kiss. But, the time of our parting has been of a length, that I scarce can recall your words' sound. And, I fear in the depths of this consuming absence, your passions withheld, your spirit's now bound. I have not the strength to fight such a foe, as wild and untamed as the sea. I have not the will to stand at your door, and demand your decision to be, As one or the other, the sea or my love, I know I would fail to win thee. My only request, when you've ventured enough, Remember! And, return unto me.

A-Z Reflections, year 4....

A-Z blogging challenge for 2014 has come and gone, seemingly without my realizing it. And, though I fell behind once or twice toward the end, I finished this year's challenge right on time. Really, I can't believe it's already over. I feel like I just finished my post for letter A... Year 4, for this blogger, was a far cry from the tortured state of despondency that was most of Year 3 -- I'll not mention the irony of this year's focus on death being easier to blog about than last year's foray into supernatural creatures, we'll leave that for my therapy sessions *ahem* As always, A-Z brought with it, not only 26 days of unbridled and far-reaching knowledge (disguised as entertaining and thought-provoking blog-posts), but a chance to connect with new faces while reconnecting with familiar faces--who had perhaps drifted away--from A-Z's past. I am always amazed by the ingenuity and inspiration that comes from lumping a couple thousand folk

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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