Many people have trouble expressing how they feel. I have the opposite problem; I have trouble keeping what I feel inside. If you get to know this blog, you will know me better than people who see me everyday. I don't post as much as many, but everything I post really means something to me, a little sliver of who I am. I'm a passive conversationalist; I listen more than I talk. But I put all of myself into what I write. Oh, and, for what it's worth, I'm so much INFP it's like the description was written specifically for me. Please ask anything you like.
In June of 1945, Arline Feynman — high-school sweetheart and wife of the hugely influential physicist, Richard Feynman — passed away after succumbing to tuberculosis. She was 25-years-old. 16 months later, in October of 1946, Richard wrote his late wife the following love letter and sealed it in an envelope. It remained unopened until after his death in 1988.
"I want to tell you I love you. I want to love you. I always will love you…You, dead, are so much better than anyone else alive…I love my wife. My wife is dead…PS Please excuse my not mailing this — but I don’t know your new address."
Richard Feynman remains one of my all-time favorite humans. He had a brilliant mind, but always used as his touchstone the foundation of science was doubt. What we know now is exactly that, what we know “now”, with current known facts. As we learn more, “facts” and opinions will, or should, change. That is the foundation of growth, and growth is the foundation of life. And love, as shown here, always inexplicable, is the fuel that ignites it all.