I was born with terminal illness of curiosity, so I guess I am just a little too biased. I always regarded curiosity as human strength, not flaw. Don't you ever wonder, even in this age of all-know-itness what lurks around the hidden corners? If our ancestors wouldn't be interested in those things, we would be still living in the huts. Every thought revolution must stem deep from the adventurous mind.
But nowadays, they force me to specialize, to ask not any questions about the nature of the universe. They will tell me something like: “We already have all the answers.” Skeptical agnostics will then tell me: “Why even bother?”
However, those replies aren't anything new. We've all been there. Our arrogance comes from the very fact that we are only organic form capable of arrogance. We are lords of creation, everything is in our grasps. History teaches us, that the pursuit of knowledge could be longer and even eternal. And that is fine. I find it comforting that there will always be some dragons. And if not, let's just wonder about them, let's draw with transparent pencils on our brain lobes those images. Why would you forbid something so poetic and unpractical like our fantasies. The essence of any creativity, scientific or artistic, is rooted in the ability to imagine the unimaginable.
Robert A. Heinlein once said that specialization is for the insects. He meant by this that you can do so much more, you can really know the world around you from many perspectives. It's fun. The bored people just lack motivation, not the stimuli. Because we are living in the world of wonders, not just because it's 2011. The spark of unknown will always be there.
Curiosity killed the cat... but without pain there is no gain. Even if it's the painful kiss of death.
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