Ode to The Mighty Electric Forces and Fields
Have you ever experienced intensity aligned?
Electric to the centre, to the heart of your mind
Radial, beaming, they chart me on course
I've never encountered such an attractive force.
The potential grows, but the consistency of the field
Ensures that tomorrow, predictably will yield.
Repulsion repels, but practicality is due
So no, I will not share electrons with you.
Or if you prefer
Great physics! How you honour us each block
With wonder upon wonder - each problem a vast tide
Of knowledge that cascades over - drowning man
In her wake.
Physics of all power! Justification beyond measure!
Your models stupefy and awe the victors and defeated alike
With variables beyond belief, a consistent source
That crashes and crushes, tempering the mind as iron,
Invoking fury and fear. Your enemies tremble
To face you - your friends tread lightly.
But look! Who comes now?
Mr. Mathematics, the new King For the new day.
What ever the Gods are sending now...
Mr. Mathematics: Great happiness! The slope of the tangent line!
***flip through to after when Mr. Mathematics proclaims Ms. Ln's death because several of her points are not defined according to his domain. Ms. Parabola is sympathetic to Ms. Ln, her sister and says***
Ms. Parabola: Mr. Mathematics, would you deny your son his bride to marry?
Mr. Mathematics: There are other functions for him to plot.
Have you ever experienced intensity aligned?
Electric to the centre, to the heart of your mind
Radial, beaming, they chart me on course
I've never encountered such an attractive force.
The potential grows, but the consistency of the field
Ensures that tomorrow, predictably will yield.
Repulsion repels, but practicality is due
So no, I will not share electrons with you.
Or if you prefer
Great physics! How you honour us each block
With wonder upon wonder - each problem a vast tide
Of knowledge that cascades over - drowning man
In her wake.
Physics of all power! Justification beyond measure!
Your models stupefy and awe the victors and defeated alike
With variables beyond belief, a consistent source
That crashes and crushes, tempering the mind as iron,
Invoking fury and fear. Your enemies tremble
To face you - your friends tread lightly.
But look! Who comes now?
Mr. Mathematics, the new King For the new day.
What ever the Gods are sending now...
Mr. Mathematics: Great happiness! The slope of the tangent line!
***flip through to after when Mr. Mathematics proclaims Ms. Ln's death because several of her points are not defined according to his domain. Ms. Parabola is sympathetic to Ms. Ln, her sister and says***
Ms. Parabola: Mr. Mathematics, would you deny your son his bride to marry?
Mr. Mathematics: There are other functions for him to plot.
Oct. 14, 2010
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