The theory of relativity:

E=MC(2)=(Einstein married his cousin twice)

To better understand this divine scientific discovery of the existence of reality amongst infinite realities, which proved there's no reality (2x0=0), let us use the holy scientific method and observe the cause of the affect:

This riches to riches story full of Newton level virtue and devotion, demanding the admiration of all, begins at the beginning, the big bang;

Einstein banged his student Mauric, whom he married well after their "illegitimate" mystery daughter was born. A daughter, who, vanishes from the record, literally. Nobody knows what happened to her til this day. I quote from one of the many google vomited articles on this subject, the truth which has so long been prevented from siege by the great Jew media, has now come to light like a 70ad revelation from hell. Though all done in vain, one cannot help but wonder with admiration at how long the great Jew media successfully prevented the siege of this Truth. For this quote is from a recent article, as are all the articles for the first time telling us who this Stein creature objectively is. 

Concerning his poor First daughter, and I quote, "she likely died of scarlet fever or was given up for adoption, but in either case, she vanishes from the record."  

Well good sir, I dare say there are many more possibilities than the two you mention, infinite realities really, but to be fair, you do capture the root of it. Whether he sacrificed her or sold her to a relative like Epstein, his brother; she either torturously suffered death with no witness in sight, her cries going unheard; or she was sold, and suffered by her relative, the force of genius. 

Of course speculation, like all things, is relative. Thus we must look at this objectively to prevent the perverted attractions that produce bias, or even my son, Eduad, but we'll get back to that in a second, or a minute, or 70 years; tis all the same really, depending on the relative falling from a sky scraper or not, as one might rip off Newton's apple tree of inspiration. We must look upon the relative like an object, precious, untouched, and pure.

Anyways, within the First year or day of having divorced my First student of a wife, Mauric, I married a relative, my First cousin, Elsa, and she had a beautiful daughter, Margot, whom I instantly fell in love with, tis true. Just look at my relative devotions of my own hand, "I love her [Margot] as much as if she were my own daughter, perhaps even more so, since who knows what kind of brat she would have become" had she been of the same seed as that First daughter of mine, whom I finally rid myself of by sending to my brother's Island, or something like that ;)

"Albert Einstein wrote to his wife Elsa almost every day and often to his stepdaughter Margot" . Tis true! I won't deny it, since thanks to the empathetic understanding of my race, my wonderful relatives, I won't have to deny it til death do me part anyways. I wrote my Margot incessantly, no pun intended! But tis true, nothing lasts forever, and a man of theories must constantly find the new thing. For I openly slept with many women while married to my relative, not just our daughter, and I casually spoke to my relative about such experiments in letters. I did show faithfulness to my wife at least, for I wrote her just as much as Margot. In fact, here is another quote from one of many letters to my dear relative wife, Elsa:

To Elsa, from Prague, January 8, 1921
"This morning quartet - very beautiful, like old times. The first violin is played by a youth of 80 years! Soon I'll be fed up with the relativity. Even such a thing fades away when one is too involved with it ..."

See? And I was a very good daddy, willing to sacrifice from the First, for I wrote my beloved Margot too. And though not perfect, I was always honest with them both.; As honest as Solomon, but wiser. My relatives were use to me being with a couple of broads at once, for many realities exist at once. Why should one negate the other, lest it be the First. For when they complained of the risk  that this "one broad too many" posed, I acquiesced; for a real man always puts his relatives First. See for yourself the virtue of my words to my beloved daughter, & surely you'll agree I've even less shame than Solomon:

To Margot, from Oxford. May 8, 1931 
"This time I'm writing you because you are the most reasonable [relative of the family], and the poor mother [Elsa is] already completely meschugge. It is true that M. followed me and her chasing after me is getting out of control. But Firstly, I could hardly avoid it, and secondly, when I see her, I will tell her that she should vanish immediately (like the First)... Out of all the dames I am in fact attached only to Mrs L who is absolutely harmless."

And to farther comfort my beloved relative wife Elsa, for all is relative in the grand scheme of things, I immediately wrote her as well:

To Elsa
"Mrs M definitely acted according to the best Christian-Jewish ethics: 1) one should do what one enjoys and what won't harm anyone else; and 2) one should refrain from doing things one does not take delight in and which annoy another person. Because of 1) she came with me, and because of 2) she didn't tell you a word."

Surely any man of honor and self discipline; that virtue which produces minds of excellence and genius; would see twas my duty to defend my whore's honor, even against my relative wife. For the Truth, one must love even more than his relatives... No wait... I mean.. all it relative, not objective.. Truth is, they were both my relatives, all is relative, and Truth isn't real, least not while I'm alive, hahahaha!

Sorry if I got a little excited there. Tis only because we're approaching the sad part of my relative story; the expensive production of it; The cost, oh the cost!; My beloved youngest son, Eduad, who just like his daddy, had a brilliant mind which suffers no time to waste on anything irrelevantly relative. In fact, his mind should have never existed at all, twas so great that, "maybe it would have been better if he would not have been born".

And so as twas at the First, my wishes do come true, for I wish upon a holy star. 

For if ye remember my prophecy, that too much relativity can be a bad thing, that such constant infatuation with relativity is destined to vanish... Well, ye can now confirm me a proven prophet. And that proof, I paid no small price for, my people, my relatives, paid no small price; Twas at a great cost to me, oh the cost! 

The effect of my relative relations, caused the worst on my most dearly beloved boy, the Last born, my relative, Eduad. Oh, proof need ye again? Ye never needed it while I was alive, but here you are, another extract from a letter to my relative, about a relative, for all is relative:

"The more refined of my sons [Eduad], the one I considered REALLY OF MY OWN nature, was seized by an incurable mental illness."

And thus I locked up my retarded kid, banishing him to an insane asylum for the rest of his life, however long that was, and not once did I visit him. Twas no revelation to me that the First would also be the Last, as some others might find it to be some great thing; like Christians, not relative to me, and thus inferior in every way, as slow to wit as any animal might be. But the end is not yet..

For no romantic tragedy is sufficient without a paradox for the payer to be left to ruminate on, thus the relative show must go on! 

For I know many of my non-relatives, aware as they are of all my relatives inclination to lock their non-relative enemies in asylums to never be seen again, that is, if they're not assassinating them. My non-relatives still wonder, "but how could he do this to his own relative, his own son, his Last son, with a retarded name, and what the hell happened to his First daughter?".  Like your Jesus, I know what you 're thinking in your mind before you say it, and before I die, that, "What a piece of shit he must be. He's proven to not even be a real scientists! He spent all his time in things relative only to himself, and at any cost". 

Oh, the cost! 

But let me remind you little monkeys of what I taught you in school; that in this world of relativity, there is no such thing as a "pos", or " pedo,". Excluding E=mc(2) and the holoCOST (a burnt offering) nothing is real!