For more cost free rhythm and reason, please consider a season that resonantly sings beyond theories of strings.
From Euclid's straight line shine to Isaac's golden apple and its geodesic grapple.
A catchy little tune that most anyone can croon, by the curved silvery light of Albert's expeditionary moon.
Dr. Einstein's waking inspiration may yet sweep the sleeping nation at the slightest provocation.
An unrecognized solution that could start a peaceful revolution. Big Bang Gangology’s further confirmation of their favorite libation - more denial and debate with the orphaned Steady State.
Behold Albert's resurrected smart bomb with enduring aplomb. Benevolent bomb leaves all the buildings and people intact; takes 4-D space-time to get them back on track .
Asked the teacher what gravity was, an' all he said is what gravity does. Said I wanna know why, not how things fall. Teacher said nobody knows that one at all.
Asked the people on the 6 O'Clock news; they said on that we have no views. Same thing happened in a physics lesson - a picture of Newton gave a puzzled expression.
Still wanted to know what gravity is, so I went outside and continued the quiz.
Asked a mathematician and he took all day saying gravity is numbers. So I lit one up and, went into suspension, tintanambulating beyond the 3rd dimension. The answer appeared as a gentle kiss, so I wrote another poem and it goes like this...
A Brief History of Rhyme - A Celebration of Space-Time
Almalgamation Liberated From extended Fragmentation
(The dreaded thread)
Poetic science alliance.
Einstein's presently abandoned Unified Field reinstated w'out mathematics.
The joining of Field with Quantum Mechanics.
The exclusion of politics from science.
A scientific paradigm shift alliance.
Scientific 'mainstream' panics at quantum mechanics
Democritus foresaw the invisible atom, but since then his discovery is found with substratrum. From antiquity, and ubiquity the continuous wave was the rave.
Faraday found the cathode ray. Thompson uncovered electrons one day. Rutherford saw protons in a different way. Understood Maxwell's waves beneath the celestial hood, discovered electromagnetic fields as no one thought he would. The wave emitting electron could not be subdivided - at first it was whispered, then openly confided.
Yet along came smaller mysterious articles, of Max Planck’s curiously indivisible 'particles' :
Transforming a known world of electrostatics into a truculent tangle of quantum mechanics. Conceptual doors were opened for the entrance of protons, but no comprehensive vacancy for the residential photons. Other atomic tenants varied in weight, height and disguise, but the photon is always the same null value and size. A deteriorating atom might change its balance or valence, while the unchanging photon showed no such talents. Vigils are kept to find it changing its station, while its stubborn identity confirms in black body radiation.
At dollar conventions where no change is invited, twenty nickels sit down to an audience excited. The quantum takes for granted inclusion, while greenbacks resent the currency intrusion. To and from spherical shells the electron darts - while the unchanged quantum arrives before it departs.
If you’re looking for a message in here, it’s of Max Planck’s quanta and Niels Bohr’s spheres. Invincible in principle, Newton’s Mechanics are sure as shooting, while quantum mechanics are robbing and looting. Evolutionary experiments are eclectic, but the final conclusions are photo-electric. As though these convulusions are not enough, reality panned out some other stuff. The only certain universal permanancy, is Einstein’s constant light-speed and Heisenberg’s indeterminacy.
Einstein’s fort was special & general relativity, while his Nobel Prize was for photo-electricity. Uncle Albert having firstly proven to be right - ahead of Brownian motion and the speed of light. This century old issue of size is how Einstein won the Nobel Prize - how the peace loving master-blaster stayed alive, in the timely year of 1905.
Anaxgoras of pre biblical days took big and little to greater heights and stays, he said "There’s always something larger than large, and always something smaller than small." Perhaps the smallest-large statement of all.
May this admonition of illusion be this brief sonnet’s conclusion.
The 20th century path has been rough - to the point of surrendering enough of this stuff.
- K. B. Robertson, Copyright 1979 & 2009 All rights reserved. May be used for non commercial educational and recreational purposes with the stipulation that proper accreditation is extended to the author.
Though this ballad may be spiritual or mental, any semblance to education is purely coincidental.
Readers are invited to this paragon of camp, may the poetic winner be rewarded with writer's cramp?
Whoever may think that here is no thought, please feel free to continue and give yer best shot. 
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