Nikola Tesla

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Croatian with Serb genes, inventor, electrical engineer, mechanical engineer, physicist, and futurist best known for his contributions to the design of the modern electricity supply system. His name is not generally celebrated or well known, but this intense man basically invented the Twentieth Century. 'Like all great magicians, he has done all but disappeared.' Nikola Tesla is, however, responsible for so many things we often take for granted or think someone else invented:things like alternating current, wireless communication, the electric motor, lasers and radar, x-rays, neon, robotics, remote control, the expansion of ballistics, nuclear physics and theoretical physics, cellular technology, and even tactical space-warfare. Yet, he died alone, destitute, in a New York hotel room, ridiculed and vilified as a ''mad scientist''. How did this come to be ?
Tesla was born two years prior to when darwin published The Origin of Species. When he was eighteen years old and penniless 1884, Tesla emigrated to New York and presented himself to Thomas Edison with a letter of recommendationthat said: ''I know two great men and you are one of them, the other is this young man.''
Tesla aproached his scientific and technological discoveries with an almost naive innocence and intensity that sparked jealousy by many peers who called him arrogant and foolhardy. Like many great geniuses, Tesla was indeed somewhat of a paradox. He was a mystic who recited poetry and spoke eight languages. Reserved yet an accomplished showman, this avant-garde scientist became notorious for his exotic claims and splashy press shots. Popular publicity pictures depict him seated in the midst of crackling arch-lightning, casually reading a book, relaxed amid his elec...

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... holding it under control and that 'my' discovery came too early for mankind. I fact that upstate is not 'Mine'. Know that some controls everythiung and has a plan so that's maybe reason why I'm so indifferent. My ship sails to Lisbon at 11 o'clock. Horse wheel waits for me outside. This letter I'll lay on your grave, when I get in Milanovac, our village cemetery. Now I believe in what I have never believed, if I was still out there somewhere 'you' and that your life is NOT forever ended. Now I feel sorry that i did not ever want to associate with the Turks, because they are the same harsh laments sung as one of my daybreak. Now i remamber they knew lot more then I do about all this knowledge I'm aware only now.

In vain my years in science, when it was barren.

Pray for me Mother, if you can through this Moorish lament for the lost soul of your poor, ignorant son.
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