Boring Scientist

My grandmother never believed that men had walked in the moon. At that time it was difficult to tell between reality and propaganda, all believes resumed to some kind of “faith”.

I don’t have any “faith” in science; I don’t care if I have to change all my scientific convictions from one instant to the other as I follow the wind of the discoveries. And, as a matter of fact, I never tried to dissuade my grandmother from her conviction because at the time I didn’t have enough scientific arguments.

Does that make me a boring scientist? YES!