Once upon a time, in a far off land lived a dear, young mother. If almost by happen chance, she stumbled upon Albert Einstein: the wisest man in all the kingdom. The young mother was so bold as to ask Einstein for a bit of wisdom for she had a young son who dreamed of one day becoming the greatest scientist in all the land.
“Noble Sir, what kind of books should my young son read so when he grows up he can be the greatest scientist in all the land?”
“Fairy tales,” was his only reply.
“Please don’t mock me kind sir. I am begging, what kind of books should my young son read so when he grows up he can be the greatest scientist in all the land?”
“I have already bestowed upon you the answer you seek. Immerse you son in fairy tales for they grow creativity and imagination: essential elements of science. Fairy tales in childhood grow those elements.”
And with this, Einstein vanished.
Then three apples fell from heaven. One for the storyteller, one for he who listens, and one for he who understands.