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In his footsteps...

It does not behoove us To be rash To think conspiratorially That this is a part Of an orchestrated And an evil plan We must keep faith At the forefront Believe in and act out Of love Hold ourselves To the highest standards Accountable for Carrying out our part In realizing heaven Here on earth We cannot control What evil does We can only lead Ourselves Away from such temptations Be vigilant In our steps Protecting the innocent Uplifting hearts and minds With every tragedy Brings forth opportunity For solidarity With the powers of Good Or those that otherwise Turn you away from it It is no righteous stance To slip here In the name of revenge It is together and through That we will find strength And a solid place to land It is in his footsteps We have been called to walk It is treacherous and steep With a great weight Across our back At times Even along a shore Sand lined Our ankles may buckle Our legs knocked from beneath By wav...

I do not know...

I do not know you, but I see you— A thought leader Not having hurt me. Disagreeing at times, Respectfully I do not know you, but I see you in your family— An expression of hope A manifestation of your dreams. I do not know you, but I see you moving in Love— Not lost in smoke and mirrors, Uplifting spirits. Acknowledging one's own hands Can reshape their life. I do not know you, but I see you in the lives you've touched— In the hearts now broken; In the fears I have Facing the realities at hand. I do not know you, but I see you. I grieve with the masses— Disquieted and restless, I pray With undiminished endurance And unwavering faith. I do not know why Some things happen Only that I, too, must Believe in the Almighty's Plan.

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Olam Haba

The chosen people The treasured Trading in purple Granted privileges Led to a promised land, and Found themselves burdened To be low, to be brought down To be hunted for their blessings Tongues caught, cut out Mid sentencing-- For true judgement would be next to come-- Learned to harden their words Creating literature Script to be handed out Dispersed and integrated Ensuring future generations A code enshrining values For all the people of earth The chosen people The treasured Building kingdoms On their backs, and With their hands Carrying the everlasting covenant In their hearts While they rise, and While in decent Upholding the commandments Knowing their mission Enduring each attack Flourishing in the light of the Lord As beggar and bourgeoisie As citizen and exile Facing blood libels, and Crusades, the scapegoats The target of those who hate The chosen people The treasured In diaspora Having no homeland Carrying out their duties Uplifting the human spirit Influencing cult...

Where One Finds Peace

If it is in His will that one finds peace This must be His will For my heart never waivers In its love for you I told you once After one of many conversations I'd had It was as your wife My path had been enlightened The wave of anxiety had finally passed I had washed up on the shores of your life And found it more suitable Than any other Bearing fruits with names like Dragon Breathing fire, I was purified in Where loving too much is the way and not the sin A reason to rejoice in the good deeds of men The discipline-- Not all will choose to climb this mountain-- It takes to embark on a quest of which outcomes are uncertain On which faith is our strongest weapon And lack of desire a fatal omen With the grace of God, I have learned many lessons Been blessed with many Mentors, Guides, and Pilgrimages Found myself lost and hopeless Staring face to face with the abyss Making the decision This was not it What was before me was not to be fridged But warm, divine, and celestial It wa...

The Big Bang, Black Holes, and the Evolution of the Universe

Part 1 - It was everything it was nothing-- It curved without boundary at temperatures infinitely burning. A dense spot holding the ingredients to our universe. Particles racing around too sexy to settle down-- it was the beginning. In every equation of general relativity, the radius of space-time starts at zero-- as do all our cosmological theories. From this point, an expansion: flat and smooth. Science does not address conditions before this-- they are not representative of the universe we now live in the one immediately after the Big Bang, past the point of zero. The temperatures relented, particles found each other more attractive. Some began to cluster, bringing new particles into existence. From quarks, we get protons and neutrons, foundational parts of the atom-- not indivisible as once thought, electrons included. Photons colliding at high speed, generating masses give birth to both positron and electron-- particles, destined many to annihilate eac...

Young Enough

Young and unbothered, with time not young enough, to be oblivious to it but young enough. The sun rises even on a cloudy day as if to say, What will be will be. Our permanent accountable-a-buddy, reminding me, I have not yet done all that I will do. And like the sun, each day I must rise too. Young enough to be bothered by the betrayers and naysayers, the ex-lovers and friends, the corruption and hedonistic whims. Young enough to still mourn the loss of them. They say every rose has its thorn, that every life sees its fair share of storms, that grief is a badge, an honor of having once had, but like any good farmer knows, nothing grows once the soil's gone bad. Still young enough to have hope, this paranoia will not stay until the end. The bitterness and resentment dissolved in faith and forgiveness-- water under new bridges, pH in balance. Old enough to know that what's meant for me ...

The Expanding Universe

Part 1- Driving down an open road, lost among the trees. The closer they come, the faster they seem to approach me-- the parallax: a change in the angle as it relates to the position from which I see. And from here we can measure the stars closer to us from those more distant, regardless of one shining more brightly. Caught in a curvature on a cosmic cruiser, we travel around the sun-- an ordinary star among billions, average in size, glowing yellow in our sky. A heart, fusing hydrogen to helium atoms, set on the edge of a spiral arm. We glimpse only a mere fraction with the naked eye-- just .0001% of those formed over time, gathered on a barred spiral we call the Milky Way. Herschel painstakingly categorized the stars he could see, counting pinpricks in the dark, estimating the size of our galaxy: 100 thousand light-years across, also rotating, slowly-- each revolution ...

Curved Space

Hushed but not silent, destined for collision, even clashing with itself, Gravity is not a force like other forces, but a consequence of space-time, not being flat-- a curved surface, warped by the distribution of mass, energy in the objects, following the nearest straight path. Upon a geometric surface, where geodesics exist-- like our equator, a circle, 'round the center of Earth. These are invisible curved lines between two points, pilots capitalize on. Shortening routes by flying parallel with the Earth's spherical design. Jumping from 2 to 4 dimensions-- it is not gravitational attraction, rather, a distortion in space around objects. Like the sun and the Earth, caught in a curvature created by these heavenly masses. Two bodies, intertwined in a dance, Both calling and answering. Improvising the choreography when one falls out of step. Even light adheres to it, bending around each object, it's deflected. Slipping around corners,...

Relativity

Into the cosmos Roemer gazes, watching distant planets making note of different phases, identifying patterns in the celestial movements. What of the eclipsing moons of Jupiter-- unevenly spaced, a delayed event, based on our position and their place. He purposes a new hypothesis: suggesting a finite speed. That light must travel between objects, albeit very quickly. 186,000 miles a second, in fact but not instantaneous C. And to prove that, Maxwell unifies partial theories determining the propagation of light-- electric and magnetic, charges and currents. Fields exerting force upon those around it. A sea of perfectly distributed peaks and valleys. Crests and troughs, naturally occurring with different lengths. Electromagnetism emerges. Like ripples in a pond from the epicenter, waves all rolling outward at fixed speeds-- at times visible, others too small or too large to see. It is reconciled that they must be transmitting thro...

Newton's Universe

What is our natural state? At rest, driven by impulse, falling faster in congruence with our weight-- conjectures of thought unobserved and disproven. Simulating different masses, there is no difference: increasing speed at the same rate, except in the case of resistance. What is our natural state? A force that must be reckoned with, a body in motion until acted upon. We just keep moving forward, accelerating or decelerating in proportion to our surroundings-- sometimes crashing down, or thrown out of orbit. Perhaps it is our natural state to be caught up in gravity's wake, consistent with our distance, falling at the same velocity relative to our physical place. Newton's Law relates, unconcerned with the rotating rock the train is moving on, or the ping-pong ball not bouncing off the table on which it is played. The observers perspective implying a state of constant change: no absolute position, no absolute space-- arguing only an absolute time. An insight eventually ...

The Nature of a Scientific Theory

We mistake theories for models that only exist in the mind, making definite predictions based on large-scale observations using a handful of arbitrary elements. But unlike earth, air, fire, and water, distinguished by all our senses, there lives a force-- proportional to its mass, and the square of two objects' distance. An eloquent proof of a delicate and physical dance. Experiments devised to falsify, emboldened confidence, or demoralized by refutation, upon further evidence-- justify further pursuits. And new theories begin to extend the old ones: from Newton's gravity comes Einstein's relativity, explaining Mercury's revolution with greater accuracy. So too might we strive to contrive that of everything? Our current laws informing us, we anticipate with our logic gates how our last step shaped our present place yet, still we contemplate: what was our initial state? Whether it be a metaphysical or a religious take, within an otherwise random design we fo...

Our Evoloving Picture of the Universe

Ourselves wanderers, taking leave on ships— distances miscalculated, sailing toward unknown lands. We vanish on the horizon, as do constellations drift, never having reached the edge. We write stories, diverse and unique, shaped by our own perspectives. We dive deeper upon discovery, of truths that do not fit our own narratives. Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn— puzzle pieces, not moving east to west predicting positions, but lacking proofs. Are we, or are we not, at the center of it? Following our starry pleasures into the serried multitude, until our feet no longer touch the Earth— finding ourselves untethered, jetting through unoccupied space, harnessing the laws of planetary motion, caught in the orbit, questioning matters both dark and reflective. The gravity, governing, forceful, and unseen; we cast our shadows unifying celestial and terrestrial physics. While our m...

Thinking About the Universe

It is strange and wonderful that each body contains remnants of a remote time and deep space. Yet we still struggle to find our place— to seek meaning in what might otherwise be an indistinguishable existence of great insignificance. The cosmos is too vast to comprehend, its distances unfathomable. Yet that has never stopped us from contemplating our ability to traverse it— as if that alone would justify our part in it. As the echoes of supernovae prove here a star once existed. The warmth of our Sun is insatiable; we long for the next nearest, Proxima Centauri, ten thousand of our own years away. We imagine alien life as a complement to our own origin story, filling in ancient fables, bolstering old myths, searching for truth hidden in the darkness. We dedicate our entire lives to a quest only future generations might come to realize. We build towers, temples, and telescopes to feel closer to what is far beyond our reach— to seek understanding, to elev...