The Other Einstein

by Marie Benedict

Sometimes, in the pages of my texts and in the glimmers of my musings, I sensed God’s patterns unfolding in the physical laws of the universe that I was learning. These were the places I felt God, not in the pews of Mama’s churches or in their cemeteries.

I am not a scientist, not by a long stretch, even though I find facets of it fascinating. So, one of the most challenging things about writing as Mileva Maric Einstein was her passion for and knowledge of science, physics in particular. In fact, I almost didn’t write THE OTHER EINSTEIN because of that; I was fearful I couldn’t do Mileva justice. Once I decided I needed to tell her story, I had to wrap my mind not only around the burgeoning science of this time period but also the way Mileva’s love of science influenced the lens through which she saw the world around her — even her spirituality. No mean feat for me. But once I connected this to my own experiences of sensing the divine in certain glimpses of history or specific pieces of artwork, I found it possible to write this passage and, even if just for a moment, see the world as Mileva may have.