“the most beautiful emotion we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer wonder and stand wrapped in awe, is as good as dead, a snuffed-out candle. To sense that behind anything that can be experienced there’s something that our minds cannot grasp, whose beauty and sublimity reaches us only indirectly, this is religiousness. In this sense, and in this sense only, I am a devoutly religious man.”
Isaacson’s book is a beautifuly rendered picture of a complex and great human-being. It’s not about physics. It’s about an imperfect human-being and his struggle to understand the underpinnings of reality.