We are not often blessed with persons of the amazing intelligence of Richard Feynman.  Even someone with just a smattering of science and math can appreciate this Nobel Prize winning,  bongo drum playing,  safe cracking denizen of the Manhattan Project at Los Alamos.  Here was a man of superior intellect who could yet relate to the world around him and who had a curious interest in many facets of human endeavor.  That is coupled with obvious tenderness toward his first wife,  who dies of TB during the Manhattan Project.  Even as Feynman writes about that in tightlipped fashion,  his deep love for her and sorrow for the loss  comes through.<br><br>The book is not tightly organized  but it is smartly written.  Guys like Einstein,  Feynman,  Carl Sagan will all wrestle from time to time with the non-scientific question of what preceded the Big Bang,  if only by asking fleetingly if there is some principle of causation behind it all.  Obviously I don't know if God exists or what it all means.  But it is hard for me to think that such a towering intellect encased in such a lovely witty and wise person results from mere accident.  I'll go no further.