The title text is more directly applicable: If you ask "why are leaves green?" the usual answer is "because they're full of chlorophyll, and chlorophyll is green," even though "why does chlorophyll scatter green light?" is a great question too.
We almost certainly have 1,000 Einsteins and 1,000 Mozarts alive today. A relevant quote from 1979:
"I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops."
Sometimes I think it was a mistake to let the programs we primarily use to view text and images become bloated virtual machines that execute megabytes of arbitrary code with every page load.
It's a very good relevant XKCD.
The title text is more directly applicable: If you ask "why are leaves green?" the usual answer is "because they're full of chlorophyll, and chlorophyll is green," even though "why does chlorophyll scatter green light?" is a great question too.
We almost certainly have 1,000 Einsteins and 1,000 Mozarts alive today. A relevant quote from 1979:
"I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops."
-Stephen Jay Gould
Sometimes I think it was a mistake to let the programs we primarily use to view text and images become bloated virtual machines that execute megabytes of arbitrary code with every page load.
Annoying that they did not even mention the original site: https://www.cookingforengineers.com/
Which does seem down right now, so archive link: https://web.archive.org/web/20260729050049/https://www.cookingforengineers.com/
Oh blessed window that grants my eyes a mere sample of the wondrous planets held within thy frame.
My wandering soul yearns to venture inside, to pilot my vessel, and to map every inch of those twin terrains.
Her voice from above should take all my focus for it speaks weighty matters from a dynamo mind.
But even the man who charts seas by the stars has his gaze snared by the moon on its inexorable climb.
Ack! An astounding ass, so ample and alluring, angles around my armor and awakens my arousal. As was astutely anticipated.