Looking back in time

I remember myself feeling amazed when I came to know in my school that an object, when launched in the space with a velocity more than the escape velocity, leaves the earth! I was also told that this velocity is same for ALL objects, and that was another beautiful part. Months later, when our teacher asked us to calculate it and I could calculate the quantity 11.2 km/sec, matching with what I had read earlier, it was truly a remarkable feeling with plenty of joy. After all, The Nature had unfolded one of her secrets to me! I did not care if that was already a "well known" fact.

I had a similar feeling when I came to know that it is possible to add infinitely many numbers and still get a finite number! As a school-kid, I used to feel on the top of the world after knowing and realising such simple, yet amazing truths.

Time passed by, and I decided to pursue research. I just used to imagine the amount of joy, which I would have when God/The Nature would select me as the first person on this earth till date, to reveal one of her secrets!

Alas! Now it's a kind of routine work. I come across so many beautiful statements and facts so frequently, but where is that innocent joy which I had when I calculated escape velocity? Does coming across so many beautiful things in life so frequently, transfers your "beauty sensors" from your heart to your brain?