![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() a letter from his sister has informed him that their widowed mother is on trial for witchcraft – a fact for which he holds himself responsible.” How can we know this and still succumb to the illusion of separateness, of otherness?”Īnd then thrillingly as in a novel, the second chapter flings us into a seventeenth century carriage with Johannes Kepler as he races “through the icy alabaster expanse of the countryside. all the facts and figments by which we are perpetually figuring and reconfiguring reality-it all banged into being 13.8 billion years ago from a single source, no louder than the opening note of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. Einstein’s brain bathing in a jar of formaldehyde, every grain of sand that made the glass. The choice of the verb “composed” is apposite here because this indefinable book often reads like the poetry which means so much to Popova’s heroes while themes and motifs return as in music with renewed beauty and meaning.įiguring begins with a prelude and unrolls like a poem – chapter zero is a sustained incantation, “All of it-the rings of Saturn. ," says Maria Popova on her renowned Brainpickings website. and the most beautiful, difficult, disorienting experience. ![]()
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