Part I

Author’s preface

Science Einstein was.
Philosophy Einstein became.
Literature Einstein gave.

Albert Einstein, scientist-sage

Albert Einstein, scientist-sage!
The wonder supreme of a vision-blaze.
A power-tower in a tiny frame.
Energy and mass enjoy their game
Of oneness-fulness, perfection-height.
Einstein, all-where your sleepless light.
In your greatest revolution-role
The world’s fastest evolution-goal.

/ — Sri Chinmoy/

Scientist Einstein

Scientist Einstein Scientist Einstein, Scientist!
Your vision-boon our age-old hunger-feast.
O brave thinker-mind,
O hallowed seeker-heart,
You are the pioneer
Of a great progress-start.
O good God-lover,
O true truth-server,
O pure earth-awakener,
O sure Heaven-bringer!

/ — Sri Chinmoy/

Einstein, your theory of relativity

Einstein, your theory of relativity,
The supreme boon to humanity.

/ — Sri Chinmoy/

Part II: Personal glimpses


Morning does not always necessarily show the day. Einstein’s morning-life in no way heralded the full promise of his brightest day. When Einstein’s father asked his son’s headmaster what direction young Albert’s studies should take, the headmaster replied, “It doesn’t matter; he'll never make a success of anything.”


What is the difference between the hearts simplicity and the mind’s genius? Not only are they one, but they have tremendous fondness for each other. Einstein’s life is a radiant example. In him the world discovered a child-heart and a oneness-realisation-heart.

One Christmas Eve some children came to his house to sing carols. No one was more surprised than they when the scientist asked if they would like him to come with them to other houses, accompanying them on his violin. Their child-hearts welcomed his offer with unreserved delight.


Einstein emphasised the necessity of sincerity and truth in the blossoming consciousness of budding souls. Once a little girl went to Einstein’s home to ask for help with her homework, because a friend had told her that he was very good at arithmetic. She did not realise who Einstein was. The immortal scientist was very kind to the girl and invited her in to talk about her problem. After some time he told her that she should learn how to do the calculations from her teacher, who he knew was very good, or by herself. He said he couldn’t do her homework for her because this would not help her learn.The next day the child went to her teacher and bravely admitted that she did not understand how to do the problem. She told her of her encounter with Einstein and added that her teacher must indeed be very good, since Mr. Einstein could not do the problem either.


His was a heart of sympathy. His was a life of oneness. On January 3, 1943 Einstein received a letter from a girl who was having difficulties with mathematics in her studies. Einstein consoled her far beyond her imagination when in answer to her letter he wrote: “Do not worry about your difficulties in mathematics. I can assure you that mine are still greater.”


Disbelief is nothing short of poison. Therefore, it is better to believe and be deceived than not to believe at all. One may appear stupid, but this is better than succumbing to disbelief. Knowing perfectly the outcome, if one lives in the world of hope, one can never be devoured by frustration-dragon.

One day, when Einstein gave some money to a beggar, his wife said to him: “Albert, you have again given money to a man. I'm sure is a crook.”

Einstein replied, “I know. All the same, he must really be in need. One does not beg for the pleasure of it. And it is simpler to believe and be deceived occasionally than to live in a state of disbelief.”

Here the scientist illumines his wife’s mind and teaches something new to the world at large. When one gives, one must give unconditionally if one hopes to derive true joy and true benefit. There is no other way.


Mother Earth is compassionate enough to embrace each and every individual. She never excludes anyone, not even grossly insensitive and deplorably callous human beings. One evening, while Einstein was giving a violin concert, he noticed that several older women in the audience were knitting. He immediately stopped playing and put away his violin. When the ladies asked him why he had stopped, he explained, “I would not dream of disturbing your work.”


Einstein the professor at times wanted to enjoy his role as a musician more than his role as a lecturer. What he had within he wanted to mete out. What he had within was joy and what he wanted to give out was also joy. At times, the musician in him was inundated with divinely illumining ecstasy. Therefore, he felt that music would be the right thing to offer to his students, who badly needed joy. Once, instead of delivering his scheduled lecture at Geneva University, he surprised and delighted his audience by giving a violin concert instead. Explained Einstein, “It will perhaps be pleasanter and more understandable if instead of making a speech I play the violin.”


Music has a universal appeal; it elevates human consciousness. Music glorifies the human in the divine and the divine in the human. The human is the eternal thirst; the divine is the eternal satisfaction. Einstein the musician consoled, energised, harmonised, benefited and universalised Einstein the scientist. Music not only kindled the flame of aspiration in him but also illumined his human thought-world. “I often think in music. I live my daydreams in terms of music,” he declared.


Einstein was absent-minded even as a youth. But we have to know that although today’s absent-mindedness may incur hurtful ridicule, tomorrow’s new and fulfilling realisation will claim the highest admiration and deepest gratitude. Once, when Einstein was young, he stayed overnight at a friend’s house. When he left the next morning, he forgot his suitcase. The friend’s parents said to Einstein’s parents, “That young man will never amount to anything, because he can’t remember anything.”


Even when world name and world fame touched the very dust of his feet, it seems that his absent-mindedness-friend would not leave him. Soon after Einstein moved to Princeton, the Dean’s office received a phone call asking where Dr. Einstein lived. When the office said it was the policy not to give out this information in order to protect the scientist from curious visitors, the caller lowered his voice and said, “Please do not tell anybody, but I am Dr. Einstein. I am on my way home and have forgotten where my house is.”

What do we learn from this? The mind is so deeply absorbed in one highly illumining and fulfilling reality that it finds it extremely difficult, almost impossible, to come down to the matter-oriented consciousness of human life.