To see the universe in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wildflower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.

This is why I love physics. It is so remarkabley beautiful and elegant.
I took my first physics class my junior year.
I remember the first week, when we were given the projectile equations. I had written them down on a piece of paper to help me try and memorize them, but it didn't work. I turned off my light to go to sleep, but for some reason, five minutes later, I turned my light back on and began to play. I figured out how each equations was derived from each other etc. I was having a blast. I had one of those dry-erase boards with four colored markers. I would sit up late on friday night, playing music and drinking coffee, going over same problems from the week.
I loved the way I thought afterwards. My mind was clear, my speach was calm and precise, my writting was too. Can you tell I haven't done physics in a while?