Finding Feynmann

Finding Feynman

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It’s all the same, I think. Just so much cotton candy to the soul—sweet, but vapid and empty.
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Then, I see him.
It’s his smile. That twinkle in his eye that makes me smile too. The excitement in his voice gives me hope.

“It’s this little portal through which the world enters,” he says, pointing to his eye.

A world of wonder, mystery, and awe comes through it—and that’s what we scientists do. We explore, experiment, and hypothesize about this extraordinary world.

I’m bedazzled by his zest for life. I want to feel that. I want to experience his wonderstanding.

“It’s really a grand adventure to be alive, you know,” he says to the camera—joy and passion radiating from a man in full.

I want that. Like a fish wants water.

I am drawn to him. I want him as my guide. I want to see with his eyes, feel with his heart, and understand with his mind.

I carry his optimism with me as I search for more mentors.