It's as Simple as
One, Two, Three
An uproarious tale of Feynman the precocious student experimenting--with himself, his socks, his typewriter, and his fellow students--to solve the mysteries of counting and of time.
When I was a kid growing up in Far Rockaway, I had a friend named Bernie Walker. We both had "labs" at home, and we would do various "experiments." One time, we were discussing something--we must have been eleven or twelve at the time--and I said, "But thinking is nothing but talking to yourself inside."
"Oh, yeah?" Bernie said. "Do you know the crazy shape of the crankshaft in a car?"
"Yeah, what of it?"
"Good. Now, tell me: How did you describe it when you were talking to yourself?"
So I learned from Bernie that thoughts can be visual as well as verbal.
Later on, in college, I became interested in dreams. I wondered how things could look so real, just as if light were hitting the retina of the eye, while the eyes are closed: Are the