My last day in Bern, Switzerland and who did I run into โฆ none other than Albert Einstein โฆ well, at least a bronze statue of him.
If you did not know, he lived and developed his theory of Special Relativity in Bern and his work is critical for the @SpaceX IPO and the operation of @Starlink !
Here is a brief discussion about why Einstein work plays a big role in the plans SpaceX has for the company going forward. I hope you find this interesting and informative!
Iโll be back in the US soon as my really fun European trip comes to an end.
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On June 13, 1777, a 19-year-old French teenager landed on a beach in South Carolina, uninvited, to fight in someone else's war. He would become one of the most important men in American history.
The Marquis de Lafayette was one of the richest young aristocrats in France. He had a beautiful wife, a fortune, and zero reason to risk any of it. But he believed in the American cause so fiercely that when the French king forbade him from going, Lafayette bought his own ship and sailed anyway. He literally went AWOL from a life of luxury to bleed for a country that didn't exist yet.
Congress was annoyed at first. Another foreign officer looking for a paycheck? Then Lafayette offered to serve for free and pay his own way. That got their attention.
He met Washington and the two formed one of the great father-son bonds in American history. Washington had no biological children. Lafayette named his only son George Washington Lafayette.
He took a bullet in the leg at Brandywine and kept rallying the retreat. He was instrumental at Yorktown, the battle that won the war. He went home a hero on two continents.
A foreign teenager believed in America before America did. 249 years ago today.
USA. A national park. A crowd had gathered on wooden benches to watch a hole in the ground, and every one of them was checking a watch.
A geyser. Named. Scheduled. Faithful.
I asked a man what we were waiting for. He said the water would come at 4:42. Not "soon." Not "when the spirits allow." 4:42.
In my land, a waterfall falls because the mountain wills it, and you are grateful to witness it at all. Here, the earth had been handed a timetable, and the people had come to hold it to its word.
I did not believe it. A mountain answers to no man's clock.
At 4:41 the crowd went still. Phones rose like a volley of arrows.
At 4:42, the ground tore open and threw a tower of boiling water at the sky โ exactly as promised, like a soldier reporting one breath before the bell.
They applauded. They applauded water, for doing the single thing it had agreed to do.
"Does it ever miss?" I asked.
"Eh. Maybe by ten minutes."
Maybe by ten minutes. He forgave it the way you forgive an old dog. Ten thousand years of keeping its word had earned it that.
A man does not ask the geyser to wait for him. He comes early, and he waits for the geyser.
I removed my hat. I did not clap โ clapping was too small. So I bowed to the hole in the ground. The man beside me bowed too, unsure why, then deeper, because it felt correct.
I will come back at 4:42 on some far gray morning, and it will be there, on time, unchanged. And I will finally understand what it means to be faithful.