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“I don't feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in the mysterious universe without any purpose - which is the way it really is, as far as I can tell. Possibly. It doesn't frighten me.”

Quote by Richard P. Feynman

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Richard P. Feynman
Richard P. Feynman

Richard P. Feynman was a renowned theoretical physicist known for his contributions to quantum mechanics and quantum electrodynamics. He was also an exceptional physicist in the field of physics education, with popular science books like 'Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!' that have won the hearts of readers. more

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