Saruman brags to Gandalf that he is “Saruman the Wise, Saruman the Ring-maker, Saruman of Many Colours!” It’s then that the Grey Wizard notices that Saruman’s apparently white robes are actually woven of many colours, and the White Wizard brags further of how white cloth may be dyed, a white page overwritten, white light broken. And Gandalf tosses back to him,
“He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.”
I don’t believe mine is the correct interpretation, but it’s what this quote always me think of: I’d rather not know every single scientific why or wherefore.
Don’t get me wrong, I love science.
But don’t you think it takes away some of the wonder of the sky, if you know that the reason it’s blue is because the molecules in the air are scattering the blue light, and not because there’s actually an ocean in the sky in which the clouds are landmasses? Wouldn’t it be more wonderful to lie in the grass and contemplate the blueness than to always think of molecules whenever you see the sky?
The complexity of science is fascinating and mindblowing, but perhaps there is greater wisdom to be found in the myths and legends, in the simplicity, of ancient peoples than in the involved science of today.