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Moonchild
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thing as the surface is to the cube. You can't? True; you can't make a definite
image of it; but you can form an idea — and if you train yourself to think of
this very hard, presently you will get a little closer to it. I'm not going to
bother you much longer with this dry theoretical part; I'll only just tell you
that a fourth dimension, besides explaining the difficulties of gravitation, and
some others, gives us an idea of how it is that there is only a definite fixed
number of kinds of things, from which all others are combined.
"And now we can get down to business. Brother Cyril, who obliged with
the cube, will be so good as to produce a wooden cone — and a basin of
water."
Brother Cyril complied.
"I want you to realize," went on the old man, "that all the talk about the
Progress of Science is cheap journalism. Most of the boasted progress is mere
commercial adaptation of science, as who should say that he is
Experimenting with Electricity when he rides in an electric train. One hears
of Edison and Marconi as 'men of science'; neither of them ever discovered a
single fact; they merely exploited facts already known. The real men Science
are in absolute agreement that the advance in our [59] knowledge, great as it
has been, leaves us as ignorant of ultimate truth and reality as we were ten
thousand years ago. The universe guards its secret: Isis can still boast that no
man hath lifted her veil!
"But, suppose our trouble were due to the fact that we only received our
impressions in disconnected pieces. A very simple thing might seem the
maddest jumble. Ready, Cyril?"
"Quite ready."
"I. A. A. I. U. I. A."
"R. F. G. L. S. L."
"What were we saying?"
Lisa laughed rather excitedly. Her vivid mind told her that these
instructions were going to take sudden shape.
"Only your very pretty name, my dear! Now, Cyril, the cone." He took it in
his hand, and poised it over a bowl of water.
"We are now going to suppose that this very simple object is going to try
its best to explain its nature to the surface of the water, which we will
imagine as endowed with powers of observation and reasoning equal to our
own. All that the cone can do is to show itself to the water, and it can only
impress the water by touching it.
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