"Why not?" It would make a lovely gift for my wife.
"Excellent, sir, excellent. 50 pieces." I paid the woman and strolled down the street, making my way into the university. Strolling down the lavish hallway, I sharply turned my head when I heard yelling and the slam of books on a desk.
“I’ll show you, I’m right, I know it!”
A young student was storming out of a classroom, with a look of upset, rage and disbelief darkening his features. He came down the hallway, bumping into my shoulder as he quickly stomped past me and out the front door, slamming the heavy mahogany.
“My apologies, Mr.Kepler, my eldest student, and son, was given a small critique of his ideas. As you can see, he did not take it well. Ever since his younger sister had smallpox, he’s been bent on ‘changing the world’, along with a acquiring a very small temper. Quite like myself when I was learning Latin. I always found that language difficult...” It was a professor at the university, Gerlach Otte. He always seemed to be off in his own world, along with having the attention span of a mouse.
“It’s quite alright, I, myself was like that many years ago.” I felt myself drifting back into thought, but a voice snapped me out of my daydream.
“You were always very fluent in latin growing up, you always passed the others in classes, myself among those. Anyways, here are the books that I borrowed. Thank you for letting me use them.” I looked at the man and nodded distantly, my mind still on the familiar sight I had beheld, falling back into reminiscence.
“Johannes, I thought you capable of more believable work.” I recognized that tone of voice. Michael Maestlin, my long time teacher, who I held with a very high respect.
“But sir, I’m sure of these, I have worked long and hard on these theories and I shall not abandon them!” I had discovered that planets in the sky traveled in an elliptical, not a circle, allowing them to be tracked with far more ease, I had discovered different physics involving space.
“Then leave my class, and darken my doorstep no more!”
These words stung, Michael had been a very dear mentor to me. His disbelief led me to doubt. I slammed the door in his face and left, then I had left to go home and ponder my ideas. I had struggled against my own and many other’s disbelief. What if I was wrong, I had thought. What if they were right to ignore my theories? Quite like Galileo had. Perhaps I should heed a his ignorance and scrap my findings. Galileo had not showed rejection in my theories, nor did he show any belief, he ignored them entirely. Despite the disbelief of two people with more experience, I decided to stay with my project, ignoring what people said. That certainly paid off.
“Why wouldn’t he believe me? Am I truly incorrect? It’s not because it’s contradictory of religious beliefs, I have always found a way to incorporate God into my work. ” But I stuck with my ideas, I had shown him. People would remember my ideas for generations to come.
Gerlach's words struck another thought within me, he had said that his daughter was infected with smallpox, quite like I was as a child. I have no memory of it, but my family had told me stories of it throughout my childhood, and it had left me weak and with poor vision, even now. They said that they had almost lost me those few weeks. But I pulled through, thanks to the skill of my mother. Snapping myself out of the retention, I walked out of the university, and into the bustling town. On my way down the street, I noticed Gerlach's son, Iogan, and his wife skipping their way past me, smiling and enjoying each other’s company. I had once been like that. Iogan reminds me of when I was was young. Perhaps he shall succeed like I did. Perhaps I should encourage him?
"Excellent, sir, excellent. 50 pieces." I paid the woman and strolled down the street, making my way into the university. Strolling down the lavish hallway, I sharply turned my head when I heard yelling and the slam of books on a desk.
“I’ll show you, I’m right, I know it!”
A young student was storming out of a classroom, with a look of upset, rage and disbelief darkening his features. He came down the hallway, bumping into my shoulder as he quickly stomped past me and out the front door, slamming the heavy mahogany.
“My apologies, Mr.Kepler, my eldest student, and son, was given a small critique of his ideas. As you can see, he did not take it well. Ever since his younger sister had smallpox, he’s been bent on ‘changing the world’, along with a acquiring a very small temper. Quite like myself when I was learning Latin. I always found that language difficult...” It was a professor at the university, Gerlach Otte. He always seemed to be off in his own world, along with having the attention span of a mouse.
“It’s quite alright, I, myself was like that many years ago.” I felt myself drifting back into thought, but a voice snapped me out of my daydream.
“You were always very fluent in latin growing up, you always passed the others in classes, myself among those. Anyways, here are the books that I borrowed. Thank you for letting me use them.” I looked at the man and nodded distantly, my mind still on the familiar sight I had beheld, falling back into reminiscence.
“Johannes, I thought you capable of more believable work.” I recognized that tone of voice. Michael Maestlin, my long time teacher, who I held with a very high respect.
“But sir, I’m sure of these, I have worked long and hard on these theories and I shall not abandon them!” I had discovered that planets in the sky traveled in an elliptical, not a circle, allowing them to be tracked with far more ease, I had discovered different physics involving space.
“Then leave my class, and darken my doorstep no more!”
These words stung, Michael had been a very dear mentor to me. His disbelief led me to doubt. I slammed the door in his face and left, then I had left to go home and ponder my ideas. I had struggled against my own and many other’s disbelief. What if I was wrong, I had thought. What if they were right to ignore my theories? Quite like Galileo had. Perhaps I should heed a his ignorance and scrap my findings. Galileo had not showed rejection in my theories, nor did he show any belief, he ignored them entirely. Despite the disbelief of two people with more experience, I decided to stay with my project, ignoring what people said. That certainly paid off.
“Why wouldn’t he believe me? Am I truly incorrect? It’s not because it’s contradictory of religious beliefs, I have always found a way to incorporate God into my work. ” But I stuck with my ideas, I had shown him. People would remember my ideas for generations to come.
Gerlach's words struck another thought within me, he had said that his daughter was infected with smallpox, quite like I was as a child. I have no memory of it, but my family had told me stories of it throughout my childhood, and it had left me weak and with poor vision, even now. They said that they had almost lost me those few weeks. But I pulled through, thanks to the skill of my mother. Snapping myself out of the retention, I walked out of the university, and into the bustling town. On my way down the street, I noticed Gerlach's son, Iogan, and his wife skipping their way past me, smiling and enjoying each other’s company. I had once been like that. Iogan reminds me of when I was was young. Perhaps he shall succeed like I did. Perhaps I should encourage him?