Einstein relaxes on the beach, chatting with Marilyn Monroe.
The icons of their faces lit by the radiance of the sun.
Einstein pulls a bunch of flowers out of his hat and offers them to Marilyn.
She accepts, smiling and faintly blushing.
He rides the waves of circumstance and they retire to his beach hut - where science and film history meet and make music to fill the limitless sky.
New equations are dreamt up that night but Einstein lets them flit in and out of his consciousness - without trying to capture them on paper. Solving the mysteries of the universe play second fiddle to what he is enjoying at hand.