Why should I refuse a good dinner simply because I don't understand the digestive processes involved?

Shall I refuse my dinner because I do not fully understand the process of digestion?

If it is love that makes the world go round, it is self-induction that makes electromagnetic waves go round the world.

Waves from moving sources: Adagio. Andante. Allegro moderato.

We do not dwell in the Palace of Truth. But, as was mentioned to me not long since, "There is a time coming when all things shall be found out." I am not so sanguine myself, believing that the well in which Truth is said to reside is really a bottomless pit.

Why should I refuse a good dinner simply because I don't understand the digestive processes involved?

Euclid for children is barbarous.