Scientists deal with the eternal “object”. The “thing” that does not care about you or know you exist. The Law that is ever present and everlasting, permeating everything.

I think of the material world as an infinite wall: static, impermeable, impossible to avoid or go around. It is always there, yet always ignorant of me. Yet, I study it with great intensity.

Why do I do this? To seek the approval of my peers? Am I trying to impress someone? Do I do this for the money (hardly!)?

The reason is fascination, awe, and a feeling of connecting to something larger. These are all feelings. Doing science is a passion.

I just wanted to say that.