The Third That Dances: A Reflection on Rovelli, Nagarjuna, and the Substratum
I picked up Helgoland thinking it would be a book about physics. Equations, experiments, and the occasional anecdote about eccentric scientists. What I didn’t expect was a philosophical detour into the very nature of being. Rovelli gave me all the quantum mechanics I’d hoped for—but layered beneath it, like a whisper through a canyon,…