“The Pleasure of Finding Things Out”, 1999. 

“...I stand at the seashore, alone, and start to think. 


There are the rushing waves, mountains of molecules
Each stupidly minding its own business

Trillions apart, yet forming white surf in unison

Ages on ages, before any eyes could see

Year after year, thunderously pounding the shore as now

For whom, for what? 
On a dead planet, with no life to entertain


Never at rest, tortured by energy
Wasted prodigiously by the sun, poured into space

A mite makes the sea roar

Deep in the sea, all molecules repeat the patterns

Of one another till complex new ones are formed
They make others like themselves

And a new dance starts….”

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Richard P. Feynman
The renowned, Nobel Prize winning physicist who was always awed by what he was learning about Nature, complexity and the possibilities…