INNER CIRCLE Too understanding The men in cloaks Are thus easily neutralised. Truth and understanding Will prevail. Be it string theory Or loop quantum gravity? Few will be told of this dilemma. The quarkiness of life Can become we all consuming. Some are best left defeated he two headed headless coin We once gave to Caesar, Would fall flattest now, That we have this Newly discovered space. The blank stare Then the smile The blank stare Then there of nought. Not even the waving of smoke Or fairground mirrors. There are however Comings and goings Infinitesimal. Who else has knowledge of Such that is found on the pages Of trenchant books on physics. Alternative rules to swallow. Y now equals These decimal places. All is nothing, Then all is everything. Spontaneously vanished And appearing over again. Time is no longer of the essence Time it seems to me is the new hunger. Everywhere is in its place. Any room for love? Oh for an equation of love! There is room here for love Here is always somewhere. And that somewhere is found Near the base, Next to the basement Of the Heart. ©2019 Christopher Thompson. All rights reserved.
I have been listening to a BBC Podcast from the series The Life Scientific. In the episode Carlo Rovelli talks about why time is not what it seems. The topic is discussed with presenter Jim Al-Khalili. The poem is the result of my brief exposure to the concept of Loop Quantum Gravity.
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