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Mirages of Science

Mirages of science and mathematics,

Entice us away with their beauty,

Into strange worlds and dimensions,

To invisible things behaving as waves,

To waves acting on a whim as things;

To cats that walk into boxes,

And are no longer sure of themselves.

Where philosophy, science and poetry,

Mix the headiest of cocktails,

Time’s arrow is directionless,

And the new gods are particles.


Posted by on July 15, 2012 in Creative, Poetry, Quantum Physics, Thoughts


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