Pessoa once wrote that:
The binomial of Newton is as beautiful as the Venus de Milo.
What there is, is few people to realize it.
He was one of the few poets capable of recognizing the hidden beauty that underlies science.
In contrast, Keats, in his Lamia, attacked Newton, accusing him of having "unwoven the rainbow", when the great scientist decomposed light through the prism, revealing its secret to the world.
What romantic stupidity. Isn't there more poetry—and beauty—in a simple equation than in any verse? Because in a single line and with a couple of symbols, science exposes the mysteries of the universe, sheds light on the hidden mechanisms that govern nature, and allows us to read its instructions written in small print.
Much has been written and created on this island, it is a very literary and artistic island, no one disputes that, but here was born someone capable of writing an equation, a mind capable of snatching a secret from nature, of relating the magnetic moment to temperature. So let's vindicate Lanzarote as a scientific island and Don Blas Cabrera Felipe as what he is: our first great scientist, a humanist in the wake of Clavijo y Fajardo, a giant among so many pygmies.
