When I think of scientific research, I think of Alfred Tennyson's poem. It makes me think of scientists concentrating on their esotric areas of research hoping to understand the universe better.
Flower in the Crannied Wall
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
Thanks for the link Teej! I've watched a few of the snippets of him so far. One of them reminded me of Hope123's comment above; here Feynman protests that science doesn't reduce the perception of beauty in nature (in a snippet called "Ode To A Flower"):