[ST, Jan 12, 2006]
Einstein in Prague, an ordinary day in the late 1910s. The wise man looks through the window overhead a snow-covered pavement. A wall runs along the street bounding a spacious garden in which plants and trees are left to grow disorderly. From his vantage point he sometimes sees men in isolation deeply engaged in soundless meditation, walking absent-minded to the rest of the world. Sometimes, however, he sees men gathered together in groups vividly discussing matters he can't guess. Someone tells him that the garden he faces is the recreational area of a sanatorium. He thinks to himself that the men he sees from the window are the madmen not working in quantum mechanics.
Einstein in Prague, an ordinary day in the late 1910s. The wise man looks through the window overhead a snow-covered pavement. A wall runs along the street bounding a spacious garden in which plants and trees are left to grow disorderly. From his vantage point he sometimes sees men in isolation deeply engaged in soundless meditation, walking absent-minded to the rest of the world. Sometimes, however, he sees men gathered together in groups vividly discussing matters he can't guess. Someone tells him that the garden he faces is the recreational area of a sanatorium. He thinks to himself that the men he sees from the window are the madmen not working in quantum mechanics.
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