[ScottJo]'s diary
The Isomorphic
To rearrange the stars, to form patterns
To seek meaning from a shout in the street,
A sign in a doorway an augury,
Two strangers ever fated to meet.
Reality rapturous in isomorphic
displays of hidden design
An epiphany in a random word
The ultimate truth to divine
All is in potential, undiscovered, untrodden
And measurement relatively read
All that has been returns ad infinitum
Past, present, history forever bled
To convey and to know
the sacred, the geometric
Angels speaking in tongues
The ultimate aesthetic.
Ok Smokey
The gang of chimneys smoked,
They puffed, they gasped, they wheezed.
And whenever a fire was lit,
One of them always sneezed.
The Woe Of Gerald
Gerald the forlorn Snail,
Was always spinning rather fishy tales
Of his daring deeds at the Olympics of yore
How he would run and jump and how he would score.
His friends all thought he was sad,
To tell such lies, he must be mad
But Gerald knew better
He was a boxer and a sprinter
And not just a little snails dad.
So one day he decided, he would prove his worth so confided,
in his best friend Bobby the Slug
"I'm a proud snail not a liar, and those others so dire,
Shall cease to be ever so smug.
I will run, i will fight.
And i will take great delight,
In proving my worth to the crowd"
So he took his position,
Desiring praise and contrition
To fight the good snails fight
His shell was all steady,
And his antenna was ready
But then he got a shock and a fright.
A man giant stepped near
And to Gerald it was clear,
That this giant was in a hurry
So our snail tried to move.
but his shell was in a groove
And he really started to worry.
He tried and he tried,
but alas to no avail
He just could not move from where he was at.
So it all was in vain,
When all of a sudden it came,
The sound of a crunch and a splat...
The All
All that you are,
All you will ever, could ever be,
All that you love,
All that you hate,
Every dream you have,
Every tear you shed,
Every moment of fear,
Every triumph,
All of your potential,
All of your desire,
All of your regret,
All your hope,
All of these will surrender to time, but will be reflected in eternity.
Appearance, Reality and Theory
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God does not play dice,
Apparently so Einstein said.
But with Heisenberg and his uncertainty,
Perhaps it was someone else instead.
Now according to Quantum theory,
The observer affects the observed.
Electrons waiting on your eyes to glance,
The pattern emerging with such elegance.
But with Bell and his non-locality,
The observer is everywhere,
With no such thing as distance,separ
The subject exalted, no time to care.
And ponder the Hermetic tablet,
In emerald green , As above, so Below
Reality mirrored through the Maya of ages
Such gnosis, glamour does he bestow.
So consider the Non-local universe,
Such vast oceans on non-space, non-time
As the observer thinks over on his next move,
Knowing all, within sublime.
"I am he that WAS that IS and ever shall BE"