“Do I believe that someone plans the daily life of Albert Einstein?” he says, and then shakes his head slightly to emphasize a negative reply, “No,” he says, and then in a more animated pose, his brow slightly furrowed and a smile lurking beneath his broad mustache, he continues; “Although, sometimes I think he may have been leading me up the garden path.”
“But, didn’t he make the garden?” The nurse’s reply is thoughtful as the camera moves to a close up of just her face, and then back to the two in intimate conversation, and the old man’s tentative reply crosses his lips: “I think he IS the garden.”
If the exchange had ended there, Dawkins and those of his persuasion could feel justified in their assessment of Einstein’s belief. God is the garden, they could say. OK, so Einstein believed in a sort of mushy pantheistic system where everything is god and god is everything. No problem. But the exchange doesn’t stop there. The reenactment continues with one more short exchange between the nurse and her elderly charge.
Almost without hesitation the nurse picks up the thread of the professor’s thought and says: “But, isn’t he the gardener too?” To which the old man looks straight at the camera and replies thoughtfully: “Yes, and all my life I’ve been trying to catch him at his work.”
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