• There are moments when one feels free from one's own identification with human limitations and inadequacies. At such moments one imagines that one stands on some spot of a small planet, gazing in amazement at the cold yet profoundly moving beauty of the eternal, the unfathomable; life and death flow into one, and there is neither evolution nor destiny; only Being.

    Albert Einstein, Harry Woolf (1980). “Some strangeness in the proportion: a centennial symposium to celebrate the achievements of Albert Einstein”, Addison Wesley Publishing Company