It is not just a chemistry project, it is at the interface of chemistry and materials science.

Bad science and bad religion simply swap roles, the former proclaiming Truth, the latter worshiping Doubt

It's not rocket science, but until you examine these processes in detail with these operators, you don't get these kind of revelations. We were shocked.

Science, you don't know, looks like magic.

Is it possible, I wonder, to study a bird so closely, to observe and catalogue its peculiarities in such minute detail, that it becomes invisible? Is it possible that while fastidiously calibrating the span of its wings or the length of its tarsus, we somehow lose sight of its poetry? That in our pedestrian descriptions of a marbled or vermiculated plumage we forfeit a glimpse of living canvases, cascades of carefully toned browns and golds that would shame Kandinsky, misty explosions of color to rival Monet? I believe that we do. I believe that in approaching our subject with the sensibilities of statisticians and dissectionists, we distance ourselves increasingly from the marvelous and spell binding planet of imagination whose gravity drew us to our studies in the first place.

That is not to say that we should cease to establish facts and verify our information, but merely to suggest that unless those facts can be imbued with the flash of poetic insight then they remain dull gems; semi-precious stones scarcely worth the collecting.

Science is a contact sport. People think about it being genteel, but it's a tough game.