I didn't read Ortega until late in my career. Yet, even as an undergraduate studying chemistry at Oxford University, I had grasped the point he was getting at in some of his core writings. I've loved the sciences since I was in high school. When I was 9 or 10, I built a little telescope to look at the night sky, and took delight in seeing the moons of Jupiter for the first time. What excited me even more was that their orbits could be described so accurately with elegant mathematical equations. It was as if the beauty of nature was enhanced by the equally beautiful mathematical representations of the world. Yet, it seemed to me that something was missing from a scientific account of nature. Scientific truth was precise, but it was incomplete.