What strange gravity is this, which won’t be understood by common measurements––of time, or distance, mass or reason––against which I have been trained to measure and describe what I am? Against (or within) this, I am a particle at a level beneath the body, beneath even what I took to be the building blocks of any body, and I am charged before I am, without an after, circling in exchange with other bodies, perpendicular to the threads of a vast web I cannot see, and I do not know myself.
I feel that in time, the unifying field theory will show the greatest force (encompassing electromagnetism, strong and weak nuclear, and yes, gravity) to be love. We know this to be true — in our heart-mind — today, and many philosophies and religions weave clumsy narratives to explain it, but some day even the most ignorant among us will clap their forehead and go ‘Duh!’
You are showing us how poetry is an algebra of this science, a language, like the smile of a stranger, which we will learn to speak.
Ryn, how I love this phrase you use, of “poetry [as] an algebra of this science, a language like the smile of a stranger. . . ” . Thank you deeply for this gift.
I am charged before I am, without an after…most still view this as a moment in time, a snapshot called now. I can see this is not the case here 😉 .
: )