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The rule of the
Chaos Game.
This place is called
the
Repeller: there the very rule
of the Chaos Game
cannot lead with any
combination of parameters
This area is called
"The Blindspot"
The function Constituents of
Matter.
Subatomic particles
that began this visible
components of visible
matter.
Exotic Hadrons
in theory and in
experiment.
The study of Physics.
Sciences seen and unseen
with the naked eye.
A horrible trust to
a novice.
Those who refuse to understand
this science
often lends there voice
to being jerked around
and try to silence believers
in the science against
the actually existence
of physics.
Mathematical the area is called a Repeller
in science it's called
a Quantum Blindspot.
Mesons and Quarks.
No matter by
Adam and the Ants,
this inquisitive mind
doth wonder why
tis virtually imp
possible to envision
subatomic particles
that jockey and vie,
asper analogous, sans
microscopic solar systems,
which invisible orbitz unify
constituent molecular
entities kept intact
(for some designated
amount of time),
which for simplicity sake, thy
will imagine to freeze
frame, and esse spy
one fleeting instant,
and deem such
ordinarily random
behavior arbitrarily static -
even though unseen vibrant
matter aswirl and dynamic,
perhaps vaguely emulating
(of course, a bajillion times
smaller than a pinhead)
Catcher in the Rye,
or perchance, there
could be at least one
(maybe more) byte size
Matthew Scott Harris try
ying to write
a poem, analogous
to a parallel universe,
(uh huh...sure right -
just play along),
yea, I hear that sigh
anyway, if possible
to zoom and pry
into subatomic webbed
wide world well nigh,
I gently urge
you to visualize,
and make believe
dramatic killing fields
akin, (and/or
ache'n) to My Lai
destroy, (and
frankly zap ping)
potential vitality, thus high
jacking regenerative
cellular capacity
eventually cause
zing carbon based.
i. e. organic life to die.
Just how small can the smallest things be?
Is there anything even smaller to see?
Down where tiny particles are giants
discovered, observed and studied by science
Does the subatomic go in as far
as the universe's most distant star?
And from even a molecule's point of view
are there things even more minute to pursue?
Does infinity truly stretch both ways
without and within, or let me rephrase
Does the microscopic go on forever
in a vast and endlessly inward endeavor?
Are protons and neutrons the equals of
the planets and galaxies up above?
Whether grandiose or inconsequential
may your regard for each be reverential
For all creation should be held in awe
with its perfect alignment of physical law
From Canis Majoris to a hydrogen bond
and everything in between and beyond
We each are a part both great and small
of the infinitesimal and cosmic all
A complex domain
Of subatomic particles
And the dynamics of
Physics which works
predicts the existence
Of a novel tetraquark
Compositions of beauty
Charm quarks and two-light
antiquarks schematic predi-
tions might one remind the
other The introduction to
Schematic.
Strong forces from the
exploration of centric functions.
The visible; at the core of this
Exploratory parts of exploration
lies the enigmatic fundermental
strong force.
Central to this understanding are the
therory of Quantum chromodynamics
all which governs the interactions of
strong interactions.A handful of funder
-mental particles known as quarks,
engage in intriguing interactions by
exchanging gluons.
Glouons create all the composite submatter
that eventually form all the visible matter of
the universe.
Words where clarity is needed include,( which
Is listed undefined) hadron, mesons, pions, quark
antiquarks,baryons, protons, exotic hadrons, gluons,
Abd glueball.Spin and parity, experimental or discovery.
Production and detection to unlock its full potential.
Bound isoscalar axial vector.Antidiquark and diquark
undefined.
What was real and alive, is now real and a trace.
A motionless image of motion, or not. It might be a record of rest, a pause to see where one is, is going, or has been. A rest to make sure that one is alone, when solitude is safety. Or with like, when others mean reliable responses, and a chance to make self. Although it is not really self, but another. Yet, to sow self means to be part of the future, and assume to influence it.
The trace is a focused true touching, or a brush of mere passing, or a death mask impression of being. A chemically sculpted object, whose life motion and lyric sounds have stopped, and just missed its forced silence, while likes scurry away.
It is an accidental graveyard, not planned, but allowed to exist by fixative fluids seeping through piles of grains, glued by near-surface actions, then cemented by pressure into rock that holds that pressure, and by holding, ignores it, while waves of waters flood through subatomic space looking for places that are perfect.
Fossil traces are gifts from the earth gods.
Quantum Theology
By Mark D. Stucky
Spirit filled the formless void
before matter and energy were born,
before infinitesimal became infinite,
when, from a singularity, a speck of nothing,
the biggest bang birthed everything.
And still the Creator of the quantum realm,
on a vast yet subatomic scale,
casting loaded dice of probability,
nudges particle positions,
tuning endless interactions.
Apparent uncertainty,
indeterminacy,
and random chance
ultimately collapse
into incarnate intentions
and divine designs.
Causation cascades through the cosmos until:
revealing transcendence, a bush blazes unconsumed,
reorganizing natural order, a sea splits asunder,
reversing cursed decay, death falls defeated,
redeeming moral corruption, hearts strangely warm,
and recreating creation continually, heaven and earth entwine.
And now…entangled photons…and entangled hearts…
commune across distances infinite,
yet immanent and intimate,
with the Quantum Mechanic,
the Cosmic Creator,
the God of Abraham,
the Spirit filling us.
(This reworking of Genesis 1 from the perspective of quantum physics was first published in Solum Journal, (by Solum Literary Press), Vol. 1 (Fall 2020), p. 138-139. For a humorous Genesis 1 reworking from the perspective of astrophysics, see my poem “Mystic Physics.”)
(Background image purchased from agsandrew on istockphoto.com and highly edited.)
this got written x years ago
behoves this update version of a bozo
christened sans parents
playing eeny meeny miny moe,
yet upon tiring of game with a no
nonsense attitude
eventually decided on Not Nada Poe
Whit - Walt har vee gong to call So and So
Now, you probably wonder and ask
yarself y am.i. On a wishy washy
web site - far tis to bask
in offline and/or online friendship
as like quaffing from a flask
with no deliberate intent
to antagonize nor mask
n e hidden agenda -
quite a challenging task.
Thus, i turn the question back 2 u,
per what spurred posting/responding too
and might there be interest
with me - n average hue
man male - hoping
4 an acquaintance brand new
from - this barred bard -
scot tush matthew.
Dis horny older buck haint gonna take a byte
so...no need to take fright
i merrily scout cyber seas donning
me virtual webbed whirled wide wet suit to brook
a female friendship countless
adult oriented web site
such as ashleymadison, badoo, craigslist, elitemate,
plenty of fish tagged twoo,
or other venue left of the political right
and if absolutely positively unquestioningly
without subatomic particle of interest
than please just respond albeit and try to be polite...
good morning, noon, or night
quite
right
to be guarded when an acquaintanceship
begins out of sight
whereby data bit bump and grind
thru the information super
highway somewhat tight
and bring x rated epistles to life that i write.
Ma arch i bald dingbats of fingas clip by
at greased lightening speed
justa friendship this poor fella doth need
an accommodating gal to offer a lead
mien eyes did not purposely heed
The subject of ourselves;
We choose, perceive,
laugh, and grieve.
What are we
in this boundless and expanding cosmic web?
We, human beings
do the curiosity of all experiments.
Made up the same subatomic particles
as are exchanged
between flowers in the gardens and black holes in the galaxies.
Within the immense ocean of stars,
the images of the Dark Energy live within us.
When supernova collide! A glimpse of Milky Way’s fate zooms in, 230 million light
years away from earth.
With limited means
our ignorance,
the discovery of the multiverse living beyond us.
Big bang or
the fabric of time, Dust Ring discovered in Mercury’s orbit.
In Quantum awareness of singularity
we can always be wrong.
Scientists smashing atoms
Searching never-before-seen a shadow of Event Horizon
Building reusable rockets colonizing Mars
Bending the speed of light
......Desperately seeking the horoscope of human race
“I” and the neutrons in our brains
are the same thing;
complex, tightly integrated
and lovable.
The brutal truth
Is - no certainty
We exist.
The knee-higher
feelings that are displayed are not feelings but atoms; the subatomic part being that its heart, this knee-higher, is located in the mind or the dexterous venders and ventures of reading and writing personal stories of literature. The knee-higher is only an apparition, a thought placed into the minds of Man, of what its seemingly harmless, innocent veering thought of making a peanut butter sandwich can leading to global hunger or a Holocaust.
oh, vay, it be man that hold THIS fires, this knee-higher, of silken flesh and bone, being only a phantom of the Dream, and a warrior of Ruin to behold...!
The macrocosm weaved you into actuality,
spun you into instrumentality.
Made of cosmos, you are irrevocably fused,
embedded in the stream of being.
The microcosm energizes you into dynamism,
induces you in electromagnetism,
the photons of your incarnation dance
in every glance, prance in every instance
of your continuance.
Love’s subatomic particles collide in accelerators,
misbehaving in violation of known laws,
hinting at energies and synergies illuding science,
feasibly disclosing deeper sentience at the tiller.
Emergent property somehow remembered, redolent,
vaguely fragrant in your cycle of life and death,
your mortal path. Feeling your numbered days,
you cherish every crescendo, treasure every tranquility,
reenacting, craving, trying to punctuate, prolong,
pausing to savor every ecstasy
to which you are connected.