Imagine devoting all your energies and spending your life on some tiny aspect of science, such as the search for gravity waves. For forty years you build experiments to measure gravity waves. Maybe you had one ... maybe it was only a product of the measuring apparatus. You look and you fiddle and you think and you puzzle and you work and you dream of measuring gravity waves. And that's you entire life. What a waste of humanity. It's like a nun living her entire life in a tiny closed room, never speaking to other human beings, eating only bread and water, sleeping on a rough sack of burlap. I mean, you'd have to be a fanatic to narrow your life to such a tiny compass. What about travel, literature, fine art, music, society, languages, history, philosophy, all the other things that make us human? I'm not saying such fanatical science monks and nuns don't do us a service. In their tiny way, they forward science a tiny little bit. But at what a cost to their own souls! It's amazing that anyone would voluntarily live such a life. And yet, they do. Science is their god, and they worship it every day of their lives, every hour of their days. I mean, I like science, I really do, but I decided while in university that it would be insane to devote my entire life to some insignificant aspect of it. I'll leave that to the devoted ones.