The Order of Time

by Carlo Rovelli

Einstein coins this phrase when his friend Michele Besso dies. Michele has been his dearest friend, the companion of his thinking and discussions since his days at the University of Zurich. The letter in which Einstein writes the phrase is not directed at physicists or philosophers. It is addressed to Michele’s family, and in particular to his sister. The sentences that come before it read: Now he [Michele] has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That means nothing. It is not a letter written to pontificate about the structure of the world, it’s a letter written to console a grieving sister. A gentle letter, alluding to the spiritual bond between Michele and Albert. A letter in which Einstein also confronts his own suffering at the loss of his lifelong friend; and in which, evidently, he is thinking about his own approaching death. A deeply emotional letter, in which the illusoriness and the heartrending irrelevance to which he alludes do not refer to time as understood by physicists. They are prompted by the experience of life itself. Fragile, brief, full of illusions. It’s a phrase that speaks of things that lie deeper than the physical nature of time. Einstein died on April 18, 1955, one month and three days after the death of his friend.