imagine being the guy who discovered microorganisms trying to explain to people that you promise there are millions of little secret guys on everything
Imagine: you’re a Dutch cloth salesman named Antonie van Leeuwenhoek, and you want to take a closer look at your threads, so you make a microscope. Then you get very interested in making microscopes, and you start making better ones. Like really good, powerful for the time microscopes, without formal training, just because you like looking at stuff.
At the insistence of your doctor friend, you send the notes you’ve been taking to The Royal Society in London. They say “that’s nice” and put it on the fridge. Overjoyed, you keep sending them drawings and notes about all the stuff you see, and they give you a fatherly hair tousle.
Then you tell them you’ve found tiny animals under your microscope, and they yell that you’re full of shit, sending a brigade of scientists to your house. It takes them a year to believe you.
Imagine.
(via unseelie)