Dear Mr. Einstein,
I think I fooled them with that headline, but there can be no clue who I am writing to today. I miss your head of tussed hair and your fair and leathery skin that I recall from paintings and photographs of your day. I heard that you smoked a pipe and I thought, right on sir. Its a blessing to have some tobacco isn't it, but do you know that for a genius of your calibre, today many might say you are taking your own health in your hands by lighting up in ecstasy and happiness. That's ok though, no one has ever criticized your manners in my day and you really seemed an intrigue of amusement. That theory about E=mc squared? Its a simple easy money maker. I cant recall finding it that useful to my calculations of how to feed my banana to my hungry mouth, but I can tell you that I am not fool to challenge your authority on what the human beings need to be thinking about in their day and age. This is a public service announcement, I bet you are not on every ones tongue in 1000 years but I bet you are always going to be a synonym for intelligence for the rest of humanity. That's an accomplishment huh? And I don't even know what mass times the speed of light is used to describe other than energy right? Its a neat little algorhythm and it fits in your bedroom wherever you want to put the light switch to the moon. Nice accomplishment. Nice moon. Nice light switch. Nice E=mc2.
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