As science comes ever closer to unravelling the mysteries of the Universe (although I believe we have so far seen about 1 cm out of 100 miles of mystery) there are some things in life that should remain secret. Things such as – what is the purpose of the earlobe; how did that tiny hole get in the middle of my t-shirt; why is there nothing 100% spherical in the natural world; where is the other sock; who is the Stig; how did David Blaine push a cigarette through a penny?
One by one these little mysteries are explained away. The sock is found; the Stig is unmasked (unhelmeted sounds too painful); magic is revealed to be a trick. While we knew all along it was a trick, that there was an explanation, the wonder was in allowing ourselves to revert to a childlike state and be amazed.
That’s why theme parks are such a draw and why I will never, ever, try to find the alien that has my other sock. After all, Santa will bring a new pair soon.