I've started reading physics texts again. I have dozens of them on the shelves - and a dozen years of study under my belt.
I don't expect to make a great contribution in the field. I don't know that I ever believed myself capable. But to read the theory, and to work through the math - it is so pleasing. It is a little like listening to a symphony by Mozart: something I can thoroughly enjoy without being able to create a masterpiece myself. There is a part of me that wishes to lose myself in it
I read out loud from a cosmology book to Eve as she packed her things last night - the particle soup and the fireball of the early universe. Eve is on her way to Africa today. I took her to the airport and then raced home for a couple of teleconferences. I spent the rest of the day answering e-mails and working on proposals. I took Eddy, the dog in the leasing office, for a jog around the block, and I went to the gym.
I met Joy for dinner tonight. Sushi. She brought me my Christmas present: homemade scrubs and creams, and a gift certificate for the Korean day spa we used to frequent when I lived in DC years ago. We talked about the experience of building a business, and about the philosophy of spirituality.
It was a cold night as I walked back from the train station.
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