Part 1 - The Fiction of Equations We've arrived at a place of only theory and conjecture. Our math creates perfect worlds and structures, yet when physics is applied, survives only in Science-Fiction novels. Godel's first attempt at time travel required a spinning, static universe— not outlawed by general relativity, but incompatible with our observed reality. And while we've edged toward traveling just under the speed of light; size and fuel demands break beyond a single particle. Part 2 - Frayed and Cinching We need new science and technology, to contemplate behavior at a quantum scale, map out the fabric of our space-time, cut through its geometric design, and make predictions using sum over histories, where particles and anti-particles are one and the same, changing depending on their trajectory. We must harness the gaps of negativity— the frayed stitches, cinching off too quickly; ...
there is a home inside my head. walls lined with dogwood and dahlia. every entryway hangs hawthorn and stands eucalyptus; i am greeted sweetly. encouraged to sleep, to eat, to bloom freely. cardinal birds visit my window sills cats eye in their beds beneath. while dogs play among themselves in fields of wheat and daisies. accents of Queen Anne's Lace complement the trillium of this place. not a declaration, but a daily devotion; place of worship. like the alyssum— a self-seeding, angelic bellflower at the end of canterbury way. under the feverfew of the sun i sip persimmon tea, on a sofa bed made of olive trees. i read my book of sage, i breathe easy. a sign that i am home, inside my head.