WHAT YOU SEE IS NOT ALWAYS WHAT YOU GET
He didn’t look like much at first. He was too fat and his head was so big his mother feared it was misshapen or damaged. He didn’t speak until he was well past the age of 2, and even then with a strange echolalia1 that reinforced his parents’ fears. He threw a small bowling ball at his little sister one time and chased his first violin teacher from the house by throwing a chair at her. There was little to go on in showing his progress, except his patience in building card houses 14 levels high. So no one expected this little child would grow up to be ‘the new Copernicus,’ proclaiming a new theory of nature, in which matter and energy swapped faces, light beams bent, the stars danced and space and time were as flexible and elastic as bubblegum. No clue was given to suggest that he would help send humanity stumbling down the road to the atomic age, with all its promise and dread, with the stroke of his pen on a letter to President Franklin D. Roosevelt in 1939. And there certainly was no reason to suspect that one day his image would be on T-shirts, coffee mugs, posters, and dolls, celebrating him as one of mankind’s greatest geniuses. His name? Albert Einstein!
1 Echolalia is the medical term for repetition of speech by a child learning to talk