So Einstein becomes mythologized as almost beyond human, to the detriment of all those who would follow in his footsteps and feel they have to live up to Superman. They need to know that they are entitled to lives of passion and mistakes; the same qualities that drive them to pierce the quantum slipperiness of reality might wound their friends and lovers.
For decades, what little we knew of Einstein wasn’t helped by those who were the keepers of his estate: Helen Dukas, his longtime secretary, and Otto Nathan, an economist and close friend. They kept a tight lid on which letters of his could be published or quoted.
So it’s O.K. to put on your metaphorical Ray-Bans and stare at the Sun, to try to discern the man behind the revolutions — “the man behind the mind,” as it says on the movie posters. You’ll see sunspots.