Mirages of science and mathematics,
Entice us away with their beauty,
Into strange worlds and dimensions,
To invisible things behaving as waves,
To waves acting on a whim as things;
To cats that walk into boxes,
And are no longer sure of themselves.
Where philosophy, science and poetry,
Mix the headiest of cocktails,
Time’s arrow is directionless,
And the new gods are particles.
Rohini
Riku
Wandering Mirages 
Prashant (@justspoken)
July 16, 2012 at 12:51
Hey Bro…thanks a lot for the follow…following you back with eagerness !!
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celestealluvial
July 16, 2012 at 13:02
This was cleverly written…loved the imagery and your particular use of words that draws the reader in….very good….
Celeste
And thanks for visiting…. 🙂
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SuperTramP
July 16, 2012 at 14:40
Thanks! I really enjoyed your posts too… will drop by more often
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Fernanada
February 22, 2013 at 03:44
想及爱翁谈涉这话题的一段，Man tries to make for himself in the fashoin that suits him best a simplified and intelligible picture of the world; he then tries to some extent to substitute this cosmos of his for the world of experience, and thus to overcome it. This is what the painter, the poet, the speculative philosopher, and the natural scientist do, each in his own fashoin. Each makes this cosmos and its construction the pivot of his emotional life, in order to find in this way the peace and security which he cannot find in the narrow whirlpool of personal experience.
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SuperTramP
February 22, 2013 at 04:29
But each has to construct his personal cosmos purely from his experience, I feel. The tragedy is when knowledge that is not experience becomes mortar for this construction – that probably creates a fundamental disconnect.
Thank you for your beautiful comment!
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Emanuel
February 22, 2013 at 20:41
“Oppenheimer, they tell me you are writing potery. I do not see how a man can work on the frontiers of physics and write a potery at the same time. They are in opposition. In science you want to say something that nobody knew before, in words which everyone can understand. In potery you are bound to say something that everybody knows already in words that nobody can understand.”
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SuperTramP
February 23, 2013 at 03:32
Thanks for your beautiful comment. But I call semiotics to the box to serve as my witness. The moment you translate the language of physics/mathematics into the language of speech, you have to use symbols and existing meanings to convey new meanings – hence poetry emerges.
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