One should not increase, beyond what is necessary, the number of entities required to explain anything - Occam’s Razor*

The problem is he’s never had any insight. Perhaps being a microbiologist is overcompensating somewhat. Looking at traces of things as opposed to the things themselves is far too easy to be consumed in. All those billions of atoms comprising millions of molecules that constitute just one strand of any helix. And that helix could be anything from the minutest strand of hair or what helps make dust.

Occam’s Razor never cut as sharp as it does here, he thought, to dissuade a remark about his lack of insight, turning away from the microscope, which isn’t all that small, and yawned.

Pieces of him in the air now. From the sound he made, the long heavy breath he exuded, the energy that took, which he was responsible for, to the thought he had; all now in and a part of the air of the laboratory around him. Interconnected. One. And individual. Separate. All so easily forgotten. Or not thought of at all.

Maybe that’s where the problem lies … that he doesn’t see the entire truth. He only sees the intricate detail and regards the rest as common sense. He doesn’t take it all personally enough for the liking of some.

Maybe.

He turned his lab-tanned wiry frame around and continued pacing. He hadn’t yet perfected the stunned-mullet-staring-off-into-space look that he often referred to as the Lleyton Hewitt, or the Revkin Apathy. Others had without question perfected it. He never had the unconscious time. There was always a thing else to do.

How are some people extroverted? Is it a chemical imbalance?

What he could not understand was why there was anything to show-off; extroverts essentially show-off; what was to show-off? It’s just skin and energy. It’s not all that exciting.

He, himself did not want to standout.

He returned to the microscope, and began comparing the data, again. His wraith quality emphasized by the lab-coat and phosphorous light pulsing languorously from the scope’s globe.

There had to be something. Or, could he be looking too closely?

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Links:

Occam’s Razor: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Occam’s_Razor

The 14th-century English logician and Franciscan friar, William of Ockham: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_of_Ockham