This is not wasted time, though he could be groping with theories of unity but for now, gravity is separate from us. There is no light, we are blind, the unused power of our eyes ringing like black bells. But for a time we believed in it. He sent the Nobel money to his wife. I know, my Albert is with me when he is with me, and entirely absent otherwise.
Love enters through the mouth.
I will love him and starve as well. Some men are married to space. Some men are married to time. Love is a roll of the dice. It does not cure the need for science any more than science cures the need for love.