here’s a story I used to love to tell my younger students because they still had great imaginations and hadn’t “figured everything out” already like older folks and scientists. It starts when I was back in college. I had just finished my first year there and I was feeling really inspired, having lot of fun partying and trying out new ideas. But as I stood out on a beautiful campus balcony on one late spring evening, I still felt there was something missing.
Marshmallow Mountain
