Einstein, food and wine. by Ashley

Einstein, food and wine. by Ashley - February 2016 Scholarship Essay

There are many figures throughout history who have done works of kindness and works of brilliance. Individuals who help to colour in a better side of human nature in a world so often plagued with darkness. Many people often dream of meeting the famed and passed. I myself drift into imagination, where my soul stands on a busy sidewalk out in front of a small local establishment. Nothing too flashy - I’m meeting Albert Einstein.
Perhaps it’s a choice many would take, but this does not bar good reason. Einstein gifted the world with the answers to seemingly inexplicable questions, and he did so with a thirst like no other. Einstein changed the way we view so much in the world, including the concept of time - this is incredibly impressive in a world that seems so run by it. Physics is a subject that has interested me greatly, particularly its parallel (oftentimes) in philosophy. To hear the structure of the universe told to you molds your perspective, and helps you to notice reality more so than to notice what your mind creates. Consciousness is something special, and Einstein has helped to make it a little more understandable.
Einstein isn’t just a scientist, either. Being someone who has an interest in way too many areas than is good for me, I find appreciation in seeing an individual who has found so much success in multiple areas. Preferring the mathematical qualities of Mozart, he was an adept violinist, with a known deep love and understanding for the forming and guiding of sound. He also achieved relative business success through the Einstein refrigerator, picked up by Electrolux (still the second largest manufacturer of appliances) and brilliant in design with it first showed. He even had success in his political agenda, to a point. He was an avid supporter of the civil rights movement in its early days, doing all he could to show his support.
Maybe I hope some brilliance will rub off on me as we’re looking through the menus (Should I get what he’s getting? That would be the smart choice, wouldn’t it?), maybe I would just be satisfied to hear him talk. I wouldn’t bother the man to talk about his work as he sips a cola through a straw and steam from hot plates fog our vision just slightly. No, his passion for it would bleed through either way, amongst a midst of talk of music (wherein I could have a blast explaining music history to the present since the fifties, as a musician and history buff) and comparative social events. And I, probably with eyes the size of golf balls in my want to soak up the information (and possibly begin to extrapolate my own theories off of it), will listen attentively. And join in again once the topic worms its way to whether we’d like dessert or not.
I wave goodbye as he walks off into the distance, and I stare and the hordes of humans everywhere. To think that just one man affected the world, and still eats his pasta with a fork. Still uses language as his form of communication. Any of us can take reality into our minds and walk away with a better understanding to spread on to others. Like Einstein, we have to make the decision to. I only hope that I could help one person understand as much as he has helped his field. I hope his memory continues to live on. And I hope he rests in very much peace.