In Honor of This Year's Winners of the Nobel Prize in Physics

These instruments which you've developed
Let you look into such far-flung recesses
Of outer space. You see the light of stars
Which may not even be there anymore.
You find the holes of no return. You
Witness so much, but, alas, your little
Mind can't comprehend. You blather
On about beginnings, bangs, because
Your primate brain insists that things
Must start and end, but how could
Something come from nothing? What
Was here before your bang, back in
The endlessly receding time you
Cannot understand?

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-10-08 at 16:35

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These are tough questions to answer. Maybe when Science fails to answer, poetry tries to speak up.