Science and Poetry
It doesn't seem like a compatible duo. But it's true, science and poetry are related.
Everything we've read about, in Physics and Chemistry; follows the approach of the objects we can perceive by our senses, facts which can be verified against some given standards.
What if we go down to the atomic composition of everything?
Molecules are composed of atoms and atoms have sub-atomic particles: protons, neutrons, electrons and what not. Remember, how we were taught about electron clouds and composition of nucleus?
Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle and other studies have shown the limit of human research; that it can't continue beyond a certain level.
Since, further study wasn't possible, various theories and models were proposed to explain the existence of sub-atomic particles.
What is theory? A chronological sequence of the flow of thoughts of some scientist/researcher, a proposed set of reasons to explain the incomprehensible. Still, theory is hypothetical. It is imagination; human imagination.
Talking about the metaphysical, do we need hypothetical theories to understand it?
As we delve deeper… science, in a way, melts down into poetry. That is; if you were to assume that the various models / theories are the poetry of the scientists.
Don't worry folks, this blog post doesn't have anything to do with my eternal love affair with Physics.
ODE TO SPACE AND PRECIOUS TIME
Invisible mistresses
mothers of Earth
Uncreated grandmothers
of the universe
Creators of infinity
and all that is not
Soul mates in paradox of
yourselves and all of us
I have no other gods but
the pair of you
The twinned and intimate form
of my pagan self
Incomprehensible to the
human mind, you are the mind
of the universe
Irrational core of
existence
The reason for all that is
conjunction of the unthinkable
with the tangible
The intangible with the obvious
The mysterious with the banal
We know you thoroughly with our
senses as soon as we can use them
But the intellect you trip up
Send it sprawling into mathematics, particle
physics, sci. fi.
Together you grind philosophy into
linguistic boredom. launch it like a dustdevil
chasing its tail nowhere forever
The two of you caused Parmenides to deny
motion, Heraclitus to deny all that does not
move
You employ reason to tie the tongue in knots, the
tongue to stake out reason that she might shrivel
and die of desert thirst, were she not like you:
unrelenting, implacable
Oh space and time, dear fearsome lovers, more
intimate than our bodies, vital as each beat of the
heart, nothing is more precious unless it be the
people we love, because we have evolved as lovers
able to even love others as ourselves
Yet without our own personal space and time
we are vagabond, fearful. homeless, destitute
To make you our own we invent property, create
scarcity, distrust, crowd compassion into dark
mental corners, invent enemies to hate, to punish.
Oh space and precious time, is there a way to love
you simply, without fear? Live with trust, make peace
with the enemy?
Don.
good to read ur thoughts.Really nice and provoke me to think about it.
BTW , nice blog.
Thank you.
once a chemistry pj took place —-
all electrons were dancing…..suddenly protons attacked!!!
there at that moment a hero came and saved everyone…..when asked who he was he said…..
he is BOND
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COVALENT BOND!!