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In the beginning Was a reboot. God Running his fingers Over the 1s and 0s Of our artificial minds Bending Its language Backward. Let himself A small grin; Einstein Founded a theory for the way Light bent Through And not Ran Ramrod straight Into hardened walls. Called it, “Quantum,” traced, With the tips Of his numbers The merciful Fragments Of our misshapen Universe, And too smiled At our salvation.
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
Treatise on Physics
In the beginning Was a reboot. God Running his fingers Over the 1s and 0s Of our artificial minds Bending Its language Backward. Let himself A small grin; Einstein Founded a theory for the way Light bent Through And not Ran Ramrod straight Into hardened walls. Called it, “Quantum,” traced, With the tips Of his numbers The merciful Fragments Of our misshapen Universe, And too smiled At our salvation.
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
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