Disclaimer: Artemis Fowl and all other implied characters aren't mine.
Author's Note: This was just something that came to me when I was swimming yesterday. Yes, I know, I think about strange things when I'm swimming. Cut me some slack, it was dark and the lights are kind of...ghostly?
I seem to remember that there was an Einstein quote relating to this, but I couldn't find it online so I used a different one. But enough talk, here's the story/drabble thing:
"A normal adult never stops to think about the problems of space and time. These are the things which he has thought about as a chlid. But my intellectual development was retarded, as a result of which I began to wonder about space and time only when I had already grown up."
Artemis Fowl II glared irately at his computer screen. But not even pure fury could conjure up a decent idea. He was only nineteen years old and yet, was drained, completely devoid of goals, of projects, of plans.
This was not supposed to be, he thought. He was supposed to be the genius, the one who would always know what to do— his mind, after all, was the only constant in his life. He was not supposed to fail, because he was the heir of the Fowl Empire and Fowls did not fail.
Relax, he told himself, attempting to clear his head of all those muddled thoughts. Think of what you have done already, all those great achievements. You are still the same person who has accomplished all of that. In your youth, you have forged the Lost Diaries of Leonardo Da Vinci, you have sold the pyramids to a western businessman, you have stolen the coveted Fairy Thief at the tender age of fourteen. And you have captured a fairy.
Artemis's eyes flashed open. That was the key— he had done all of this in his youth. Even as he had worked to translate the fairy Book, he recalled his exact thoughts, the reason for his motivation and belief that he would succeed, beyond all prediction. He was just young enough to believe in such tales, and mature enough act upon those beliefs. C. Niall DeMencha. It is true, he thought, age is detrimental to intelligence and far worse, it will leave you without an ounce of imagination.
Why is the sky blue? All children will ask this question and many others, though they may not ever receive an answer. Eventually, they will stop asking, and therefore, they will never know the secrets of the universe. Those who are truly brilliant never stopped asking: Isaac Newton wondered about the apple falling from the tree, Galileo Galilei sought to know about the stars in the universe, and Albert Einstein asked what light was made of. And none of them stopped in their quest until they knew.
It is only natural that when a child, even a truly brilliant one, grows up, they begin to lose that childish naivety and curiosity that has fueled their ventures for so long. And that is a terrible thing to lose indeed. Why must all children be pushed to grow up and lose the inquisitive nature that has fueled all the world's great genii?
Author's Note: Yes, I know it's a bit weird, but for clarification, this is just in Artemis's thoughts. And you know, while I was searching, I found some really interesting Einstein quotes and I just have to show someone. Here are a few favorites:
"The hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax."
"Do not worry about your problems with mathematics, I assure you mine are far greater."
"The devil has put a penalty on all things we enjoy in life. Either we suffer in health or we suffer in soul or we get fat."
"If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?"
"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."
"Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT'S relativity."
"The fear of death is the most unjustified of all fears, for there's no risk of accident for someone who's dead."
And, my personal favorite:
"Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school."
Anyways, review, review, and review some more! Thanks again for putting up with my rambling, drabbling, excuse for a story.