A physicist is working late, falls asleep and has a strange dream |
Through the Super Collider A Physicist's Dream Another late night For the Doctor this be Pizza boxes Are up to his knee One more calculation I must complete Keeping my eyes open Is quite a fete There, in the collider What might that be It looks to be a nucleus Calling to me A closer look I must acquire If only Just to admire Standing there looking By his machine The nucleus began talking Sounding like a Marine Come closer Soldier of science I’m here to show you That we lack alliance He leaned toward the nucleus With his face And he was suddenly Sucked into a race Particles whizzed by him Like cars on a track I don’t belong here I must get back! One there beside him Assured, fear not your mortality You’re a short visitor Of this reality Take the next step Look into me The next level Is what you will see A storm it was That shown as electric fog Most were streaks Some looked like a hotdog Go to the center That I need to find There I can get Some peace of mind There in the quiet He did park But soon It all turned very dark From a flash before him Two forms came to be They each then asked him Do you recognize me? Please stop moving You fly like a bat Stop moving, What is that? You, with many faces You make me weary I’m sorry I’m called String Theory What about you Ball of quivering activity They call me Quantum Loop Gravity I should not see two Both theories can’t exist This idea I must resist If you look closely I believe you will find That we do exist There in your mind It is the truth That I wish to see Not the two of you There before me In you mind You wish to be right So we two Then must fight The two forms Paced off for their duel This can’t be right It’s the way of a fool They paced off a distance That seemed quite large He then watched them As they began to charge No, I tell you There’s no need to fight Then, all he could see Was a blinding light There in his window Was the janitor, Mr. Lee Another late might Doctor, I see |