Late-Night Faith Crisis For a Physicist

The world has become smaller And memories dance in the corners Of unfamiliar places... The bounds of what we thought we knew before Have shifted, and recede from us Adopting the uneasy look of forgotten, Once-familiar faces. Uncertainty, the rock our reason founders on, Rides its waves of change As what seemed the very firmament falls away Dissolving and becoming something new. Sometimes there's no comfort in knowing That most of what happens, happens by chance; Yet since this be so, then there shall never be a day More fine than this, and every moment's a miracle Because you were there to see it. Reflect, when the confusion of living wears thin, That, Whoever's playing dice with the Universe, At least They're having a good hot night.