The scientist was a living lesson in patience and precision, build not by the excitement of the discovery, yet the small steps of years, whether onwards or not.
The professor always said, "When you can straighten your bed each day, when you can meet the ever stretching minute with grace, when you can realise that repetition is part of moving onwards on steady ground, you are the right stuff to become a scientist."
The scientist sat to let the view fill his eyes and free his brain to explore the questions she sought answers too, realising that it was in such quietly roaming moments that true inspiration came knocking.
There is a grace to the scientist, a reverence to nature and reality that humbles the heart and brings out an earnest gratitude.