I recently met Zen. The fact is that I am studying at filfak, while being somewhat driven on linguistics and literature (in a good sense moving, blue curtains not to offer), and I meet with the same schizant physicist-theorist (classics: TBV, atheism, all affairs). There was never a problem: I have a physics trio, but I understand it a little bit, and understand what my boyfriend is talking about, I can, and support the discussion too. He, in turn, reads a lot and hates those who write with mistakes. The perfect couple, in general. Well, I thought that doctors all this, say, technicians hated humanitarian. And here, on a pair of symbolism, I hear from a teacher, the sweetest lady of retirement age, a candidate of sciences, among other things, a heartbreaking story about (literally) a Czech physicist who arranged the Tunguska meteorite, and on the day when his mother died, saw angels take her soul to heaven!