Good old Charlie Anderson.

The first boss I had out of college was a PhD in Chemistry named Charlie Anderson. He was familiar with rare earth chemistry because Iowa State, his alma mater, was a center of chemistry for the atomic bomb research known as the Manhattan Project. Charlie taught me all I know about emission spectrometry and most of what I know about mass spectrometry. One of the things I learned from him was a saying he frequently used, often in moments of an impasse at our work. He'd quietly whisper, "Nature gives up her secrets verrrrry reluctantly" and go on about his work. Bless his heart wherever he is today.
One of the secrets Nature has kept hidden from us so far is whether space is continuous or broken up into small pieces. The jury is still out on this one but one of the conjectures is that space, on the smallest dimension, is made up of small packets of space that are sort of crocheted together to make the space we know and love. Each packet is about one Plank length in size. I like that because it reminds me of my grandmother who spent her last years crocheting doilies which no one seemed to appreciate. From Gramma to space. There's something Karmic about that. It beats a picture of God on His hands and knees using a Magic Marker pen to mark off space.
Grammas are proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick