If I could be a fly on Einstein’s wall
I’d buzz about from chair to curtain
watch him check out plans and gadgets
and scratch remarks on his papers.
When the clock edged to noon
his stomach would growl,
he’d fold up the prints and say,
“It’s a relatively short walk to the café.”
With Albert out I’d take the run of the place -
practicing banks and dips and vertical lifts.
I’d munch on scraps of Brie and fowl
left fused to the edge of his table.
When the tumblers turned
I’d buzz back to my wall, eager to witness
whatever this sage would chance to say.
He’d go to his desk to file reports
and stack them neatly into a tray.
Without warning he’d rise from his chair
scattering papers across the floor.
“MASS AND ENERGY ARE ONE, ” he’d shout, -
“CRUSHED TOGETHER BY TIME! ”
I’d buzz and swoop and fly circles and loops
and taxi in on his collar.
I’d beat my wings to cool his brain.
But wait…Whose voice do I hear?
Oh, it’s you gentle reader.
“Stop, hold it right there, ****** pest!
It couldn’t have happened that way!
Have you no shame or respect for God’s truth? ”
But I’d stare you down with my compound eye
and scornfully twitch my wings.
Consider this, troubled sir,
you’re the one scolding a talking fly.
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Gaze upon the hidden
light is forbidden
in this distorted intangibility
But we see
It is mind which brings for what you yearn;
This is the gist of book by Byrne.
“Thoughts are contagious.” I changed mine.
“Let them be positive” said Einstein
Energy, frequency and vibes you ever knew
Are the secrets in Tesla's view.
What Buddha had told made my head reel;
“You can attract what you feel.”
“If you think you lack nothing” said Lao Tzu
“The whole world belongs to you.”
Black as coal
Darker than a moonless night sans stars
As blind to sight as a blizzard to a
is this mystery
Yet with sooooooooooooooo many black holes one has to wonder
How ever does this universe exist?
Einstein would have thot it child's play
"Simple you bafoons,
One creates the chaotic world they exist in
the other is throughly entrenched in the theory of a chaotic universe —
so no matter the
there is a river running thru
and rivers of l o v e
And when found
from time immemorial till time ceases to exist.
Be they crashing as white water over hidden boulders
black as night
masquerading as swimming holes
never,never,never run clear and bubbling
Like brooks strayed from streams.
rivers are a. L. I. V. E
In constant f, l, u,x
So why are you surprised to witness this miracle? E=MC2 "
[Silly, expecting constancy when change is the only constant to be true]
relationships are ever so much more than they appear to the outside world
Albert Einstein once said
that the Gorvanian constant of
Uranium-235 was 1.6*10^-41.
Albert Einstein died.
I always liked physics. RIP ALBERT EINSTEIN. TODAY MARKS THE 16TH ANNIVERSARY OF HIS DEATH!
World War 2
Managed to break even the
Thought to be unbreakable,
I know. I know :)
I sometimes forget that I do work hard.
I'm no Einstein heaven knows
I do put in the effort though
And when the results come back
I tell myself I deserved it
for not practicing enough
But when I reap what I sow
And life starts piecing itself together
I feel good
I don't hesitate to show my accomplishments
Because there are only so many aspects of life
that one can say they have conquered
I feel blessed to say that I will aspire to be greater
And I will continue to challenge my intellectual muse,
Mentally, Emotionally, Physically.
We all will study the music,
and one day we will harmonize.
Happiness takes time, sometimes its hard to remember.
"A wormhole can be visualized as a tunnel with two ends, each at separate points in spacetime (i.e., different locations and/or different points of time), or by a transcendental bijection of the spacetime continuum." -Wikipedia
A metallic or translucent disk with
little people, gray skin, large eyes
also translucent or ephemeral and
moving within a fixed space.
"What do people from the future look like?"
"What would someone see if they looked through the other end of your tunnel?"
Think about it;
"In the future our Sun becomes destabilized altering the physics of our local space therefore an Einstein-Rosen Bridge is possible once the star begins to collapse."
Our Sun is dying
We are studying the past...
not physically here,
craft move erratically
because they are not physical.
The other end of the bridge.
They are us.
The tunnel moves, jostles
as physics, space-time, change.
Who watches The Watchers?
Physical beings cannot
travel through time,
Can they see through it?
You're traveling through time right now,
in your mind,
with your imagination.
What does the other end of your tunnel look like?
A full day's work
is as the energy
of three hour's reflection,
but getting up the
next day with lying
down and no sit