Science

I am so tired of hearing everyone talk about Science. This behemoth of knowledge, skill, intelligence and wonder, what is it? Is it the magic wand that with the flick of a wrist will wipe away all of our sorrows and produce everything we could desire? Is it some mystery that uncovered answers all of our questions, including the ones that wake us up in the middle of the night wondering why we exist and what will become of us? When anything questions its methods, it is immediately dismissed as unintelligent, uneducated and plain stupid. But like the suspect in the old Agatha Christie novels, if it were on a solid foundation, why act so defensive and suspicious about it? Why react so violently towards any criticism of it? I begin to wonder if it is a belief system or what I had always thought it was, a system of understanding the natural world through inductive reasoning, testability and empirical measurements. I guess I would like to know that if it is the only reliable means of knowing anything, why we don't rely on it to answer questions that mean the most to us; like about Love, about Art and Beauty and what logic?