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humans-as-cattle railway
transports, gas chambers, and forced labor death camps.
    Of all the wonderful legacies her grandmother
had passed onto her this was the saddest. She could never look at
her grandmother without wondering what she had been through,
accepting the fact that only the victims: dead – of blessed memory
– and still living, could truly know if not ever fully
comprehend.
    Thinking of her grandmother put her mind to
the other question posed in theory by Moshe. This question she
heard before and dismissed as foolish to contemplate the
impossible. What if she went back in time and accidentally killed
her grandfather before her father had been born? That would mean
she would never have been born as well, and therefore could not
have killed her grandfather, who then would have lived to give life
to her own father.
    She gave it some thought, pondering the
potential implications, but then sighed in resignation.
    "Super String Theory," usually called simply
"String Theory," was to her much more easily grasped and
comprehended, if not provable, than time theory. Dr. Brian Greene,
an American Theoretic Physicist titled one of his books on the very
basics of String Theory, "The Elegant Universe." There remained an
elegance to String Theory, possibly the long-sought Holy Grail of
Unifying Theory that Rachael found compelling. Advances in the
field lead her to pursue it as a post-doctoral discipline.
    While intriguing, she found little to be
elegant in the theoretic musings of the nature and function of time
itself. Rachael was too linear a thinker to deeply consider the
meandering ways of time as explained by Einstein and even some
theologians.
    Still, she knew Moshe all too well – far
better than anybody but his own wife. His brilliant mind was able
to consider new and unproven, perhaps improvable, concepts without
the mental and emotional restrictions of religious / scientific /
cultural / or historical preconceptions. Just as importantly,
perhaps even far more so, he could ponder and question new ideas
without the limitations of ego, or emotional investiture.
    Moshe frequently put her in mind of Michele
Besso – a close friend and confidant of Albert Einstein. Besso also
had this rare capacity to accept or dismiss without prejudice. Thus
was Dr. Einstein able to discuss new thoughts and theories with
Besso in a way that would probably have been completely impossible
with anybody else.
    Moreover, she knew that Moshe wasn't the type
of person to randomly throw out a hypothetical without good reason.
Rather than approach his odd queries as Rachael considering the
words of Moshe, it was best for analytical Dr. Rachael Siwel to
consider the words of Dr. Moshe Levin, arguably one of the most
intelligent person now living.
    "Is there any separation between the
hemispheres of his brain?" She mused. "What I wouldn’t give for an
MRI of his brain. Better yet, excise and dissect it for postmortem
study." She loved her husband with absolute commitment yet Moshe
held a special place in her heart since she first heard him give a
fascinating lecture at C.E.R.N. Because of her admiration and
purely sisterly feelings for him the thought, while intriguing, of
studying his brain gave her a little shudder as she donned the
considerably less-than-fashionable clothing of the facility.
    Entering the inner sanctum of the facility
Rachael shuddered again, inexplicably feeling for the first time
since her introduction to The Project , a sense of foreboding
that went beyond her work. The source of the dread eluded her,
hovering just beyond conscious thought.
    For a brief moment she had to steady herself
against the institution-styled tile wall. Something tragic was
about to happen; she could feel it. Unable to shake the gnawing
feeling she wondered if this might be some instinct regarding her
family or intuition about something on a larger scale. Then
somehow, in some way just beyond her grasp to verbalize.
    Composing herself, she entered