**The eyes of observation and pondering. Another traveller on this Earth.
Having been curious regarding one of the more famous people in history, I decided to borrow a few books and peruse the topics. What I found is far more than ever I grew up understanding.
We often think of Mr. Albert Einstein as discovering the theory of everything, perhaps the author of science so to speak, but as I grew up to believe, that is as far from the truth and he would admit the same if he were here today. In fact, he has already shared with us. Of course, by reading his own writings, we can discover. From what I understand, he took much of what he learned as having gained so much from those who worked before,building upon their endeavors. But he also indicated that he only understood a tiny, tiny, part of all there is. I imagine, he would agree, if he could have lived ten thousand years, he would still have more questions than answers. And that’s as it should be.
At the dentist, today, I was talking with one of the “business partners,” and the topic of the amazing world we live, the incredible complexity, and how it all finds a way to work, is beyond us. It will always be thus. We’re just not that smart. And our time on this planet is very short. And that’s good. But someone asks, why is that good? I smile. I’ll leave that to others.
But what gives anyone the idea of knowing so much? As I’ve said, the more I learn, the more I realize I know very little, or nothing.
Something Albert Einstein said returns. Something along the line of always looking at things in amazement. A leaf is incredible and wonderful. Even while walking at night, seeing the moon or little dipper, even a red planet in the sky, it’s just so amazing. And while many think of the Milky Way as filled with planets and stars, if we were to just travel around our solar system, we would eventually realize most of it is “empty space,” meaning no materials, energy yes. But look at an atom. Between the nucleus and electrons is, relationship wise, tons of empty space. That reminds me of when I read somewhere, that for the Earth to be a black hole, all the material would fit inside a marble. Consider that I say. In other words, from my current perspective, all that empty space.
Someone might think they know how atoms and molecules work, but they’ll never know why or how?
But like many, Albert Einstein did not just sit in front of black boards and consider equations. This has led me more to encourage people to think for themselves. Never allow those “above” to teach us everything. Why do that? Go discover on your own. He wrote on so many topics. He was concerned with the Jewish people, but also the state of the world, and he communicated with so many. And there is much more. Perhaps some would like to read about Albert Einsteins writings in his own words. One might realize he was a regular person following his interests.
Time and tide.
**Einstein in His Own Words by Anne Rooney. Einstein on Politics by David Rowe and Robert Schulmann. And more. Take your time to peruse the materials.
**Talking with a neigbbor friend, I explained walking along with Louis and Clark better than any office job. The real.
Here’s a tidbit. I noticed something the other day, which I have pondered from time to time. All the minutia, distractions, regulations, and busy-body movements each and every day, always moving away from noticing, observing, and pondering, something Albert Einstein remained thoughtful.
It’s like the conversation I had at the dentist: while customers were few. Just a small topic. The noticing of things. Like watching those vegetables grow in the garden, then looking back at those seeds, the wonder from little to large, and not intellectual. Or driving across Utah, really looking, perhaps stopping to take some walks, take snap shots, and look at the rock formations.
In a sense, it’s a small thing, but looking at a leaf, a bee working it’s wonder, or the stars above. I imagine, as this man pondered, the more he observed and saw, the more he continued looking, amazed at where the pondering and equations are going. And I suppose, much of the time, when he saw people squabbling over silly things, arguing about world affairs, and so forth, he probably often returned to his “room” or place of work: a place where things made sense.
It’s rare I find. From time to time, I can pick a topic and look at it from every angle. And in this, I find an entire world: one which hints at other worlds of understanding, one topic leading to others. It’s a ponder.