There was a physicist
from Russia, no from Austria & educated in Russia, Moscow specifically.
He had such hopes to
crack the theories that were, thus far, science fiction. He loved the puzzles and the
possibilities. He was invited to the US
to research the theories most challenging.
He accepted. He found himself
outside of Boston, living in Cambridge & researching north of the city in a
cubicle, a very small isolate space. He
didn’t care that he was so isolated and that he worked alone and without collegial
companionship. He knew that his vision
would become a universal truth. He was
grateful that he had the funds to pursue his dreams.
He was still hopeful.
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