Feezya, my love!

Newton married her, Einstein eloped with her, and many a physicist fell head over heels for her beauty, charm, and heavenly elegance! This paper is a heartfelt personal attempt to make sense of the indescribable love many physicists have for their subject matter, physics. My muse’s nickname is Feezya and this is how she shall be referred to for the remainder of this essay. What you are about to read is not an educational nor a scientific article. Rather, it is an essay that I hope will rekindle the love of the subject matter within the hearts of many of us whose day-to-day teaching loads and experimental and research obligations may have caused our passion to whither and our genuine affection to wash away. The article may at times poke some fun at math, chemistry, or other noble sciences; it is never out of disrespect but rather out of normal and harmless sibling rivalry amongst equally valuable fields of human knowledge and inquiry.