The Pattern at Every Scale
My father was a physicist at Los Alamos, which meant two things: he understood the mathematics of destruction better than almost anyone alive, and he was incapable of believing that anything in the universe happened without a pattern behind it. He died when I was nineteen, but his ghost has been the most reliable presence in my life — more reliable than my own heartbeat, which these days skips...
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