Quantum Glyphs

Quantum Glyphs A particle’s not a particle, a wave is not a wave. It’s more or less equations, of the way that they behave. The particles aren't our focus, of the why and for the how. No... everything’s the Field, that describes the then and now. A beauty of probabilities, a guess where they may be. Real or just imagined, for particle velocity. The jump, the spike, a double jet, to calculate creations. How intricate the formulas, of mutual annihilations. But it’s not a vacuum of particles, that hoover up the Field! It’s the undulating Field itself, in the blanket of the yield. The surf is up, the trough is down, the pattern’s on the Wall. They shoot the curl, or wipe it out, the field’s in caterwaul. Then we draw analogies, of what it must be like. But something from the nothing... classic logic takes a hike. We try to tell what’s happening, with speech not adequate. Some forbid the lexicon, of the maths in duplicate. Yet it seems, to quantify, in a language of it’s own. And we can hear it chatter, though its meaning’s not full blown. We know Hadrons are the nouns, and the Leptons are the verbs. The Bosons are the adjectives, and the Field is all the words. The particles aren't our focus, No... it’s to the Field we truck. Wading in our Wellington’s, in the fog and quantum muck. A particle’s not a particle, a wave is not a wave. It’s more or less equations, of the way that they behave. By -Edlynn Nau ©March 1, 2019 If you’ve ever studied Quantum Mechanics, or tried to understand reality from the subatomic level, or follow new particles found at CERN, then you understand that analogies are about impossible for a science that just isn’t classical. This was meant to be fun and underscore the difficulty of the English language in not being able to translate the maths.