Uni-
verseA rock must be a rock.
A stone must be a stone.
Torn asunder, they bear the shock
of how it might feel to be alone.
But no distance is too great,
no gap is too wide,
nor could any barrier separate
their connection from inside.
Instant is the message
Its contents, a mystery remain
Its mechanism drives a wedge
between universe and brain.
Universe, the word itself a clue
I almost fear where this should lead
should I follow through.
Interpretative note: I wrote this last year during a rough period when I had nearly given up. Now, with my passion for science renewed I can't help but see that love shining through in even my darkest hours. In light of my recent enlightenment (pun intended) on the relationships among general relativity, quantum theory and gravity (or the lack thereof), I begin to wonder if a thorough philosophical examination in verse (yes verse) of the enigma might just be worthwhile. A new way to think about it, perhaps analogised by the demonstrations showing how the brain lights up differently when singing. Maybe it is a language issue at heart, perhaps mathematics alone will not do. (remember "deep thoughts" on SNL?
) Looking at it now, the poetry is kinda bad.
We are the universe contemplating itself. It is a beautiful thing.
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