Ode to String Theory...

I came across something fascinating.

It's a theory by quantum physicists.

It speaks of one thing that holds us all together.

And it goes a little like this:






Guitar

with your pluckable tension

that drifts

sweeps

stretches

from

my

depths

all

the way

up

to the gardens of heaven

and you wave

back

and

forth

back

and

forth

fingers

at some

fret board

to make sounds

from you

and

our

humble earth
comes from a chord

a set of strings that play us

and here we are

with

our fingers toes

our haleys comets

our caspian seas and casper friendly ghosts

our champagne flutes

and drunken toasts

our ones for the road

are all coming

from one set of strings

and we are humming

this same tune

because

we

come

from

the same

chord strum pluck hum

and we don't die

we don't get

destroyed

we are

what

happens

after one note is played



does it die?


does

Faaa...

die?

when

Sohhhh....

and

Laaaa...

appear?

Then, are symphonies sad?

Because so many notes were brought to life?

Only to be taken over by another and another and another?

Are the subsequent same notes, our selfsame selves?

Or our brothers, siblings, children?

Our others?

So...

say we are all

strung together

by the vibrations

of a songstress string

we are

all

of

us

just one note

in the orchestral dance

of that agile incredible nimble hand

that one man band

that

holy

choral epic scope and sweep

that plays

while we toil

or restful

sleep

and

we are the song

there is no escape or lament

we're all

also

mentioned

in the chorus


we're

all

in too deep


in too deep...

for

without us

and our lives

our deaths

our tiny

ticking

pirouttes

prance

and

pout

without

us

the

tuneful

swirling

gambol

agape

won't

hear

a

peep.

And

for

our moment

would be an indiscreet silence.