|Some stages of Magnolia buds|
“A number of years ago, when I was a freshly-appointed instructor, I met, for the first time, a certain eminent historian of science. At the time I could only regard him with tolerant condescension.Asimov's observation dispels the notion of an isolated genius by examining the life cycle of a tree. Thinking himself a fluttering decoration, he concludes that a fluttering leaf without the grandeur of the trunk and limbs he has no meaning.
I was sorry of the man who, it seemed to me, was forced to hover about the edges of science. He was compelled to shiver endlessly in the outskirts, getting only feeble warmth from the distant sun of science- in-progress; while I, just beginning my research, was bathed in the heady liquid heat up at the very center of the glow.
In a lifetime of being wrong at many a point, I was never more wrong. It was I, not he, who was wandering in the periphery. It was he, not I, who lived in the blaze.
I had fallen victim to the fallacy of the 'growing edge;' the belief that only the very frontier of scientific advance counted; that everything that had been left behind by that advance was faded and dead.
But is that true? Because a tree in spring buds and comes greenly into leaf, are those leaves therefore the tree? If the newborn twigs and their leaves were all that existed, they would form a vague halo of green suspended in mid-air, but surely that is not the tree. The leaves, by themselves, are no more than trivial fluttering decoration. It is the trunk and limbs that give the tree its grandeur and the leaves themselves their meaning.
There is not a discovery in science, however revolutionary, however sparkling with insight, that does not arise out of what went before. 'If I have seen further than other men,' said Isaac Newton, 'it is because I have stood on the shoulders of giants.”
― Isaac Asimov, Adding a Dimension
If we imagine Asimov's tree rooted in a decomposing soil that nourishes it, existing on a planet in a solar system that provides energy for it, we can imagine ourselves as passengers on Buckminster Fuller's Spaceship Earth. What gives a passenger meaning? Are we the fluttering leaves on Asimov's tree? Carl Sagan proffered this about human consciousness:
Some part of our being knows this is where we came from. We long to return. And we can. Because the cosmos is also within us. We're made of star-stuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.
― Carl Sagan, Cosmos
- Adding a Dimension, Isaac Asimov, 1966 Dobson Books Ltd.
- Cosmos, Carl Sagan, 2002 Random House.
- Operating Manual for Spaceship Earth, R. Buckminster Fuller, 1968.