To everyone saying “Feynman did explain it” you’re missing the point - his answer is that there isn’t really an answer to why magnets attract; he never says in that interview that there is, other than that is how the universe works.
He can explain the precise way in which they attract each other, can explain what properties of materials give rise to magnetism, and so on, but this is all ultimately a description. The only way science can answer a “why” question is with a description of general behaviour that encompasses what is asked about, so: why do magnets attract, because of spins and magnetic fields and so on. But why do spins and magnetic fields cause the attraction? There is no known general behaviour that encompasses that behaviour, and if there were, it would be subject to the same questioning. Ultimately, all “why” questions reach an end.
Endymion_Mallorn@kbin.melroy.org 11 hours ago
Feynman actually did try to explain it, and could do the math and other work to show why magnets attract one another. Having watched the Todd in the Shadows video about Miracles, I kind of find the question wholesome - he's not asking out of willful ignorance, but rather that it's something he knows is beyond his grasp but amazes him (and wants to share that joy in the world with his kids and family).
Trump is just willfully ignorant and small-minded.
Deceptichum@quokk.au 7 hours ago
ICP is an ode to ignorance, fuck anyone trying to rehab that shit.
Arrkk@lemmy.world 5 hours ago
It’s a lot harder to make that argument in the context of the rest of the lyrics
It’s not anti-science, it’s frustration at the world for being the complicated, messy place it is, and a longing to go back to the simple innocence of childhood where even basic physical processes are magical. It’s not a rant that nobody should do science, it’s his own disillusionment, and a plea for people to allow a little bit more wonder into their world.
It’s a powerful lyric because even in a song about how magical the world is, it still slips in and ruins it, the pebble in your shoe that doesn’t allow you to ever truly experience that pure feeling again, always gnawing at you in the background no matter what you do.