Contemplating Einstein

Contemplating more than just the ambient noise that fills my ears at every turn,
aware of something much larger than myself –
In the pursuit of knowledge, hoping to unlock some internal secret that might –
well, I’m not sure!
Still, looking at Einstein,
I’m caught by the fascination which so clearly pushed him forward;
Thirsty, hungry, not concerned with appearance,
for appearance is fleeting,
it was fact he longed for –
the fact that God had stimulated him to believe had to exist –
but in the absence of that fact he composed theory –
an interesting anomaly as until disproven it stands correct,
scientific principle as God inspired theoretical fact,
Contemplating something more, I wonder –

Where’s my beam of light?
(she knows)

SDM

Speed of Light

Like Einstein I imagine myself shooting through the universe at the speed of light.
Searching for some meaning to this life.
As I approach earth I can feel its pain, knowing that it is bleeding oil, which is leading us to death.

Back on earth at a much more understandable speed I can hear the planet choking one rev at a time.
We design machines with fail safes and shut down at the red line yet somehow can’t seem to see the red line when it comes to our thirst for oil.
Technology advances rendering ever more efficient machines that once were just the things of dreams or science fiction.
One small step for man who still seems to fall on his face which is why we’re searching deep in space.
For as all the dinosaur bones dry up and the sky becomes dark as night, we’re killing ourselves slowly despite our greatest might.
We have the wonder of our brain and yet the more things change, the more WE stay the same, so I’d like to return to the speed of light because out there in the darkness of space...

SDM

Do you think...?

Do you think when Einstein discovered his atomic secret he dropped to his knees, raised his eyes to the heavens above and asked why me?

Do you think he sat there for hours on end praying for absolution?

Perhaps that he picked up the dice at that moment and realized that God wasn’t playing with the universe?

Do you think he toiled with the idea of destroying his theory, his proofs and all his notes?

Do you think he looked at his books and wondered what colour smoke the fire would be if he just threw his books in and erased from this earth the horror he must have known he’d just unmasked?

Do you think that in the joy of discovery he shed a tear that stained like blood?

Do you think he even knew what he had done?

Do you think he was torn between the progress of humanity and the death of a planet?

Do you think his shooting star was more like an intellectual Hiroshima because he knew the vulgarity of the human mind?

I don’t know either.

SDM