The Einstein-Rosen Bridge

What does physics have to do with art? When a mathematician transcends thinking and enters the realm of pure awareness, he becomes an artist. Universe and its laws were, after all, brought into existence by the Great Creator. Einstein said: I want to know the thoughts of God.

In 1916 Einstein first introduced his general theory of relativity, a theory which to this day remains the standard model for gravitation. Twenty years later, he and his long-time collaborator Nathan Rosen published a paper showing that implicit in the general relativity formalism is a curved-space structure that can join two distant regions of space-time through a tunnel-like curved spatial shortcut. 

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I was in a Russian specialty food market looking for a hearty bread.

I went to pay at the cash register, which was near the front door.

As the clerk was putting my bread in a bag and getting my change, an elderly black man and a much younger big Russian fellow arrived at the door at the same moment.

The older man held the door open so the younger could enter the shop.

The Russian man said in a half joking manner and in a heavy accent: “Oh, you are holding door for me because you are doorman?”

Without missing a beat, the smart black man said: “No. I’m holding the door for you because I am a gentleman.”

"My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute.”

—Ayn Rand, Novelist-Philosopher

I like Ayn Rand’s vision and steadfastness. She was a remarkable individual and proponent of Objectivism.

Her philosophy is unfettered by nonsense. She avoids the trap of second guessing existence by realizing that there is only one reality—which is limitless and in a state of perpetual creation.

See The Ayn Rand Institute for more about her and Objectivism.

I was at a dinner party. The conversation was lively.

My turn came around and, as I began to speak, I felt I had uttered a near cliché.

“That one’s free,” I said to the group. “The next one will cost me.”

“What do you mean?” said a fellow on my right.

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It was a dismal gray northeastern day in late November, and not particularly inviting weather for flying kites. Nevertheless, I packed my pinstripe delta that morning and drove several miles to a wooded park that had a large field. When I arrived at the upwind edge of the field, all was strangely quiet.

The touch football games that usually monopolized the park this time of year were conspicuously absent. No doubt the combination of the cold weather and the preparations for the imminent annual turkey fete were keeping people at home that day.

I began unrolling the kite, which was as drab as the day I had chosen to fly it.

For more on how a kite flight changed my life, read Window in the Sky inside the main site gallery.