As we walked the few short blocks to his office, Thomas told me about the organization he worked for.
They were a small collective of scientists and free-thinkers who were trying to understand the chaos that seemed to run our world. They had done comprehensive studies on a wide array of topics. Studies such as why people’s favorite colors are their favorite colors or what possible reasons there could be for a creature like the Duck-Billed Platypus to evolve as ridiculously it did. These were seemingly pointless studies.
“It probably has something to do with what color they associated with most as a child,” I offered as we walked past a colorful daycare center.
“That has nothing to do with anything,” Thomas said to me sharply and then stopped.
He stared at the children playing in the small, enclosed yard.”There is no such thing as nurture.”
We walked the rest of the short distance in silence. The streets seemed uncharacteristically vacant and still.
As we walked, I tried to understand what he had meant. Of course there was nurture. My mother nurtured me when I was growing up. Everyone was a product of their environment. At least to some extent. But the way he said it. I couldn’t help but believe him.
Eventually, Thomas gestured ahead to a large stucco building at the end of the block.
“That is my office. If you understand what I am about to show you, it will change your life. It will change the way you understand EVERYTHING.”
“What does that even mean? Like learning Calculus or Chemistry or something?” I asked.
“No,” he said, again in that sharp tone. “Not like Calculus. Not like Chemistry…”
Thomas paused. “…like Fiction.”
He held the large, glass door open for me and I stepped inside.